Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 256: Awakening Day
Four meters high.

Many people lack an understanding of this.

Let me put it this way, the ceiling height of most human homes is only three meters.

In other words, if the Lion King did not live in a palace or a town hall, but in an ordinary person's room, he would have to walk with his head down.

The visual impression of a fully armed, four-meter-tall giant, even if he is a kind old grandfather, is something that mortals cannot ignore.

What's more.

The current leader of the First Legion had his body covered in the heretic's bright red fluid, yet he still shouted out his own name with full force.

The governor of this planet, Ms. Tana's brain has almost shut down. Of course, she is not a person who just sits in office and does nothing. On the contrary, during the turbulent days of the planet.

In the days when the gate of chaos opens.

Faced with demonic invasions and out-of-control psychics, the Empire lost contact with other worlds and the large-scale disappearance of Imperial forces.

Not only did she stabilize the civil strife, she even fought back against the demons, keeping the world stable.

Her wise advisor, the psychic Kazadu, contributed greatly to this, but the Egyptian queen's decisiveness and swiftness were also essential.

Human beings are creatures that, when faced with adversity, they hope for a great person to appear. Frankly speaking, the beautiful and powerful Tana Royce is definitely the best choice.

What's funny is that in response to the Lion King's answer, the human ruler didn't realize she needed to investigate the real situation until the giant and his soldiers walked into her palace.

She was sitting on the throne at the moment, but it felt as uncomfortable as sitting on needles.

She asked timidly. "My Lord, I am the Lord of Avarus, and this is a garden world. Now..."

"Never mind. The old division of labor no longer matters. This is Avarus, my lord. You only need to know the name, and the abundance of brave men, fruits, spices, and wrought iron here.

Taylor asked cautiously. "What's your staple food?"

The Cleopatra-like lady replied, "It's long, mostly green, and is called a banana in ancient imperial texts."

"Do you have any questions, my lord?"

Taylor sighed. "Nothing. I just deal with agriculture so often that I'm concerned."

He never thought in his life that he might have to be a real monkey.

Although I was often teased by the Eldar girls before...

The woman said after Taylor suspected he would be tortured with his diet.

"My Lord, I cannot believe that you are one of the Primarchs."

Ryan replied. "I understand. Or rather, most people here don't think that way. It's sensible and normal."

"A hero from ten thousand years ago, a miracle from ten thousand years ago."

"If I were you, I wouldn't believe it either."

"Then how do I, Lion El'Jonson, Lord of the Forest, prove myself?"

The woman said, "Do me the honor of allowing our chief priest to search your memory."

Ryan smiled. "Oh? A psychic psychic?"

The old psychic wearing a robe and with a huge eye decoration on his chest nodded slowly.

Taylor said kindly. "Then I suggest you try a different approach. The last person who wanted to see his head was a Space Marine wizard. He's been exploring the mind for centuries."

"But the result was that the Primarch only had to shout, and he nearly died, clutching his head."

The old man answered without hesitation. "I believe this is true, but I have a responsibility to the people. Even if it drives me crazy, I will express the consequences before I can no longer speak them."

His words were plain and straightforward, without any lofty ambitions or emotions.

After all, such situations were commonplace for him when exploring the path called Psychic Power.

Ryan said soothingly. "I won't let you get hurt." "But you still need to accept a lot. Are you ready?"

This didn't sound like something someone whose memories were about to be explored should say, but no one present thought Ryan's statement was outrageous.

The old psychic simply nodded and raised his staff.

Next, in just a moment in Taylor's eyes, the old man suddenly fell to the ground, covering his head and saying.

"That's right...that's right! He's Lion-El, the Lion King himself!"

No one would doubt that the appearance was fake. Taylor even saw that his eyeballs were bloodshot and his gums were abnormally red and swollen.

He secretly vowed that if he could use psychic power one day, he would not use it on Ryan.

Only after the psychic was injected with a large amount of stimulants and painkillers was he able to barely attend the meeting.

In theory, he should have been carried away to rest, but he was determined to witness the miracle of the Primarch coming to them.

Taylor felt a little ridiculous and quite envious of this psychic old man.

With such a firm belief, life must be easier than that of guys like him, right?
Ryan said apologetically, "I'm sorry, my thoughts are not something a mortal should touch."

The female governor replied, "No, my lord, we are the ones who have overstepped our bounds. It was our distrust that caused the old sage's injury."

"Now, I, Lord of Avarus, declare that I give this star to you."

"Now, you are the master of this place."

Ryan said, "Thank you, but I don't need your planet, nor do I need your honor."

"I didn't come here for this. My goal was clear from the beginning, which was to clear out the scum on this planet, leaving no one behind!"

At this moment, the hall erupted in sounds of exclamation and joy, as people lamented and anticipated the return of the Primarch and his oath.

Ryan now helped the Governor to his feet. "Please lend me your army and strength. Please place your loyalty and your expectations on me."

"I will answer on the honor of the Lord of Caliban, and I will accompany him on the honor of the First Legion."

The governor choked back tears. "No, sir, you don't have to pay anything."

"When you set foot here, we are destined to give you everything."

She stood up and spoke to everyone.

"For the Lord of the Lions!"

The armored warriors cheered.

"For the Primarch!"

A scorching flame ignited within this devoured star, a power that even Abaddon would fear.

And Taylor was thinking at this moment.

Why is Guilliman's return so frustrating? He was either beaten or beaten along the way...

At the same time, Ryan stepped forward and said to the Governor, "Can the Astropaths work?"

The Governor replied. "Of course, your Excellency."

Lion said. "Then tell them, tell the whole galaxy, I, Lion, am back. I, Lion El'Jonson, have returned."

"I will gather all those who are willing to serve me, and I will unite all the forces of the dark side!"

The Governor said worriedly, "Sir, if that happens, those traitors will also..."

Ryan answered without hesitation. "Then let me tutor that brat Abaddon!"

(End of this chapter)