Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 249 My Great Adventure with Ryan, Part 3
The Lion King stood in the corridor, holding the sword in one hand and using his left hand to assist his body in making quick adjustments, like a wild beast.

On the Chaos Space Marine side, a Chaos Sorcerer angrily questioned, "Which Chaos Power do you serve?"

He thought that Ryan had such an exaggerated body size because of the blessing of chaos, but he had no idea that the lion king's huge body was innate.

Ryan replied with a grin. "Chaos Power? What is that?"

"Oh, those monsters hiding in the warp? I despise them even if I ask them to serve me!"

The wizard cursed angrily. "Filthy words!"

He recklessly used magic to invade the Primarch's head, but the next moment Lion cursed. "Get out!"

He covered his head and said in pain.

"what!"

Then the Primarch shot out like an arrow, his right hand holding the huge power sword, his left hand and two feet touching the ground, and his body almost touching the ground.

This posture effectively shortened the impact surface of the original body's huge body, while giving him quite exaggerated maneuverability and passing ability.

That fighting style wasn't from any so-called school or technique Taylor had ever seen, but rather a technique he had learned on his own in the hell called the Taliban.

The skill of fighting like a wild beast.

It can quickly shuttle through the forest, bypass narrow areas, and tear apart the enemy's body like a feral monster.

This also marks the first time Ryan has dealt with an enemy seriously.

Taylor watched the Primarch's quick and agile movements as he fired bolts to cover him, which pierced the Primarch's flanks and penetrated the body of a Space Marine at the same time.

As it stumbled, the Primarch slashed its head off with his blade, and with his free hand, he grasped the head of a Chaos Space Marine and flung it away as he would a mortal.

The Space Marine's body flew quite far, knocking three or four of his brothers to the ground in an instant. Ryan immediately stepped forward, ready to finish them off.

The action was smooth and fluid, and Taylor and Zabril's covering fire was also immediate and agile.

There is no doubt that even if ten more elite Black Legion soldiers came, it would be difficult to take over this corridor. Instead of increasing the losses, it is better to find a way to use the elite soldiers to deal with the enemy.

Soon, several Terminator mechas with long teeth arrived at the destination. After a flash of lightning, Ryan immediately discovered the enemies.

He turned and slashed with his blade, but he couldn't withstand the weaponry of the Terminator mech, which was much better than a simple power sword.

When one of them fired a heavy missile, Ryan subconsciously used the blade to block it.

This is a bad habit of his. The Lion King's Sword was an indestructible primordial weapon before, but now it is just an ordinary power sword.

When the blade broke, the Primarch immediately let go of the weapon and angrily smashed the rocket pod of the Terminator armor with his fist.

At this moment, another Terminator angrily smashed the thunder hammer on Ryan, and the original body was knocked far away, and Luo was at a disadvantage.

Fortunately, Taylor was not a very clean-handed person. He took out a melta mine from the armory from his pocket and threw it in front of the Chaos Terminator with his quick eyes and hands.

In an instant, the temperature and flash of the molten metal bought the Lion King time. He adjusted his body, grabbed Taylor, and took Zabril into the prayer room next door.

The Lion King was now breathless. "Something's wrong. I feel so tired..."

"The magic must have affected me. I saw a wizard among those Space Marines."

He leaned against the wall tiredly, as if the previous battle had drained all his strength.

Although there were problems with the Terminator armor's sneak attacks in narrow areas and insufficient support, Taylor, who had seen Guilliman fight, did feel that the Lion King's physical strength was declining too quickly.

On the other side, those Chaos Terminator armors looked timidly at their companions' missile nests being smashed by a single punch, and fearfully chose the most despicable fighting method for Space Marines.

Fire suppression.

A large number of explosives and incendiary materials were fired at the prayer room. Even though it was quite sturdy, the temperature inside quickly rose as the golden portrait of Sanguinius and the flag of the Red Moon Angel were set ablaze. As promised, the Lion King used his body to protect Taylor, preventing him from dying from the heat.

Tyler's armor and immunity to toxic fumes maintain his health, but things are still not looking good here.

As the temperature got higher, Taylor found that the air here became strange.

He took off his helmet and took a breath of hot air under the Lion King's surprised gaze.

Ryan said. "Has humanity become immune to heat and ash in ten thousand years?"

Taylor replied. "No, my lord, the air is like moist brushwood, not a fire."

Zabril looked up at this moment and said in amazement. "No, this is not a fire scene, but?"

"Caliban?" He uttered the name of his home planet, the one that had been destroyed ten thousand years ago.

The Lion King raised his head and looked at the thick fog, green bushes, and the unsettlingly quiet atmosphere nearby.

For mortals, this place is like a horrible nightmare, but for the Lion King, this is his hometown that he has not seen for a long time.

He walked forward incredibly, and after a few steps, the smoke began to dissipate, and in the middle of the bushes, a golden power sword was inserted into the stone sword tomb.

"It looks like a tombstone," Taylor said unseemly.

Ryan replied. "Yes, this is the tombstone in my hometown. It says everything about Kalia, and it also says everything I stand for."

He walked forward quickly, then easily pulled out the knife that seemed to be integrated with the stone, looking at the pale golden handle and silver blade.

He pressed the trigger, and the Destruction Stand hissed and roared, as if announcing the return of its master.

That was the Lion King's sword, without a doubt.

But no one knows who built it, who put it here, and even less why the Lion King was able to come here.

Ryan grasped the blade and raised it. The light of the stars shone on the blade, revealing the silver-white characters on its blade.

It was a High Gothic word that announced its name, announced everything about it, and told Ryan its use.

【loyalty】

This sword is called Loyalty.

As Ryan once said.

Loyalty is its own reward!

At this moment, the fog dissipated, the sea of fire reappeared, and they returned to reality, but the sword in Ryan's hand still existed, and even flickered more.

Ryan asked Tyler at this moment.

"How does mine compare to Guilliman's?"

Taylor replied. "Guilliman's Emperor's Sword, though blazing, is no match for the Emperor himself, but this weapon is likely tailor-made for you."

"Honestly, it looks much more powerful than Guilliman's..."

He didn't lie, after all, Guilliman was not good at fighting.

Ryan said with a smile.

"Are there any more melta bombs? Help me clear a path."

"Next, I will make sure those traitors die without a burial place!"

(End of this chapter)