Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 250: Starting from Scratch, a Dark Life in the Empire

Lion, the Primarch, the Lion King.

He raised his power sword, called Loyalty, and quickly dodged the enemy's slanted projectiles, while Taylor threw the melta bomb, and when it appeared, it sizzled and flashed.

Ryan's blade had already cut through the armor of a heavy Terminator.

Blood, mixed with metallic oil, spilled onto the ground and onto the Primarch's armor.

The arrogant Chaos elite was killed like a ridiculous toy, and this was the Lion King, the most powerful swordsman in the empire.

Probably the most powerful in human history.

He is a true sword master, and his swordsmanship is rapidly changing as he realizes that he can no longer kill as he did before, so he has come up with new tactics.

Now, every one of his movements was extremely accurate, without wasting too much energy, and he easily and mercifully gave the traitors death.

He was fast and agile, and in no time at all he wiped out the entire Terminator squad, while the other Chaos Space Marines began to retreat in fear.

After all, they were all children of a hundred years old, and had never seen a monster like the Primarch. The fact that they were not frightened to the point of incontinence could be considered a sign of strong will.

But there is one person the Lion King will never let go.

He quickly placed the Sword of Loyalty against the man's neck and said sternly, "Remove the spell that weakens me!"

The Space Marine wizard fell to the ground in fear and asked in disbelief.

"you……"

"who are you?"

"You slaughtered the elite of my warband like a joke, and you still call yourself weak?"

He couldn't understand what such a being was.

He had never seen anything like this before, not even the most powerful demon he had ever witnessed.

Perhaps, unless the Chaos Gods themselves take action!
Only then did he realize how foolish his question was. Such a being would not serve the gods...

"Who am I?" Ryan said with a smile.

"I am Lion El'Jonson! I am the Lion, Primarch of the Dark Angels, Lord of the First Legion!"

"No! This is impossible!" said the Chaos Wizard in disbelief.

But Ryan just took off his helmet. He didn't need to hide. He was the Lion King. He just needed to tell the world that he was back.

That's it!

The wizard shuddered. "The real Primarch?"

Ryan now asked. "Hurry up and undo your magic."

"Magic?" the wizard replied ridiculously.

"What magic could possibly work on you?"

Ryan said. "It's the magic that makes me feel weak and tired!"

The wizard replied with a wry smile. "No, that's not my magic."

"Sir, that's because you're old..."

Ryan silently let go of the traitor, and then Zabril came over and gave the guy the death he deserved.

They captured the fortress and got a proper base, which was better than expected.

Taylor did not underestimate the defensive strength of this fortress, but Ryan's performance still surprised him.

After all, not even Guilliman could have killed so many Space Marines and Terminators alone.

But he also felt the Lion King's loneliness.

What does the Empire look like now?

But he was old, tired and senile.

Taylor didn't know how to comfort the giant. After all, he had so many years to live, while he was just a mortal.

He could only walk inside the new fortress and ask his brothers to quickly eliminate those damn demonic creatures, those disgusting flesh-and-blood things, in order to regain control of the fortress.

But as Taylor was working in an orderly manner, he received a report.

There was something in the fortress's control room that required his decision.

At the same time, when he was complaining that everything required his judgment, he saw four Red Moon Angels tied to metal pillars.

Those once honorable angels were now struggling with their teeth bared, their dark red armor having been stripped off by the traitors.

There were many ulcers on his muscles and skin, and it was obvious that he had suffered abnormal torture.

Each of them had red eyes, as if they were sick, and they roared at the mortals nearby like zombies.

As Tyler got closer, he could hear them muttering frantically, words like Horus or Daemon, and wishing to attack him. This was typical of the Black Rage, the curse and genetic flaw planted by their Primarch when Horus killed him.

Ordinary people don't know this, but Taylor is no ordinary person.

He knew deeply that those brave warriors had died in the moment of anger, and only their broken bodies were left.

At this moment, one of the bound Blood Angels struggled and spoke to the mortal.

"Kill me... my friend... for the Emperor, for Sanguinius..."

"kill me!"

He struggled to regain his sanity briefly by biting his tongue, but fell into madness again because his body had been humiliated and tortured by the Chaos traitors.

Taylor couldn't bear to watch such a tragedy. He said, "Raise your weapons."

"This is what the angels ask."

But the soldiers were unwilling, said the Lightling girl. "Boss, they are loyal angels..."

Taylor said angrily. "I know! But they're beyond redemption."

Roland asked. "Boss, is that true? I believe you, but I don't think the angel regained his sanity for even a moment. I believe..."

"Maybe they just need some medicine?"

Taylor cursed and raised his weapon, aiming it at an angel's head, ready to fulfill his duty, but when he saw the loyalist struggling, he couldn't help but doubt himself.

Fortunately, Ryan walked in here at this moment.

He raised his sword of loyalty and killed an angel without hesitation.

When the giant's head fell, the blood that spilled out made the Blood Angels nearby immediately lower their heads and lick the filthy liquid on the ground like hyenas.

People woke up.

They realized that they were struggling to survive in the most painful dark side of the Empire, and even the Space Marines were no longer a reliable support that would not fall.

How cruel.

Taylor fired without hesitation, setting an example, and then bursts of gunfire echoed here.

Afterwards, people held a simple funeral for those soldiers, and Ryan also expressed his respect for those brothers at the funeral.

After finally settling the issues at the camp, Taylor was ready to take a break.

He found a good place, which was the top floor of the fortress, where the view was good and the breeze was comfortable.

And no one will find him or bother him.

He disconnected the radio, planning to get a few hours of sleep before discussing anything else.

He climbed onto the roof and looked at the huge crack in the dark side of the empire, the purple wound.

"It's actually quite beautiful, but it's a pity that it represents death."

Taylor said to himself.

Suddenly Ryan's voice came.

"Yes."

"It is death, beautiful and cruel."

"You too, you're quite mysterious."

"You actually already knew about Blood Rage?"

Taylor looked up and saw Ryan sitting next to him, having arrived at some point.

Now the giant questioned him.

"I have heard much, seen much, and traveled across the galaxy to expand the Empire's territory."

"I have seen ships of our time brought into the Warp, I have seen research vessels from the Long Night, and I have witnessed the blurring of past and future in the Warp."

Ryan asked at this moment.

"So, are you from this era?"

Taylor answered without hesitation. "I was born before the Age of the Stars..."

"Even longer."

"So, it's a long story, old man, do you have a drink?"

The Lion King smiled and took out a bucket of wine that he had secretly brought with him...

(End of this chapter)