Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 258 Fallen Angel

In general, the show where Space Marines fight each other is Taylor's favorite.

After all, what's more enjoyable to watch than a bunch of big, powerful superheroes fighting each other?
Of course, it’s a fight between primarchs who are bigger and more powerful than Superman!
But Taylor doesn't want to be the protagonist in this life.

He picked up a piece of fresh sausage, put it in the bread, added homemade spices and lettuce, and started watching the show with beer.

Honestly, it's pretty comfortable.

But what made him disappointed was that when Ryan was about to teach those brats a lesson, Zabril walked out.

He used his body to block the attack and said, "Don't hit me, don't hit me. Our father has indeed changed. We don't need to question it."

But the Space Marine who challenged the Primarch said, "So what? If the Primarch still wants to settle accounts with us, how can we escape?"

"I didn't come here to join the Dark Angel, but to get an answer, an answer to whether I need to continue escaping among the stars!"

Taylor urged internally.

Fight!Fight!
He also realized that the younger-looking Dark Angel was much smarter than Zabril.

At this moment, Lion spoke. "Saman Rul, I witnessed your bravery during the Battle of Randan. You were a Dark Wing Sergeant on the flank of the Third Expedition."

"It's been a while. Let me see if your blade is dull!"

The fully armed, helmeted Fallen Angel replied, "Yes, my lord."

The blades collided with each other the next moment, but it was completely different from what Taylor had imagined, violent and rapid.

Rather, it was the Lion King unilaterally playing with his offspring, but the word "playing" didn't seem quite right...

First of all, the Lion King is definitely passive. Every time he faces the attack of the fallen angel veteran, he always draws his sword last.

But he did not struggle. Instead, he used detours and evasions many times, turning those deadly and fierce attacks into gentle breezes.

To put it bluntly, Taylor can be considered one of the top swordsmen in the Empire, but in front of the Primarch, he would probably be even more embarrassed than the angel.

But for Taylor, this battle had a wonderful feeling of using a little force to achieve a great effect.

When the Lion King knocked the Angel's power sword to the ground, he spoke. "Are you satisfied?"

The angel knelt on one knee. "Father, you are here to protect me. I am willing to do it with all my heart..."

He was halfway through his words when Ryan frowned.

"You kid!" he said seriously, and the fallen angel thought his father was angry.

But when he looked up, he saw Ryan pointing at an ordinary-looking mortal and cursing, "Why did you eat all those good sausages?"

Taylor replied. "You're busy..." He sucked his fingers and said, "If you don't finish it soon, it will be a waste."

“It smells better when it’s hot.”

The Lion King sighed.

Taylor changed his usual stingy style and said.

"Well, old man, I made all this myself. There's probably no other place like it in the entire universe. If you're lucky enough to find a world with the same origin as Caliban, you might be able to try it again."

"But honestly, I think even the Primarch would have a hard time dealing with those on the dark side."

"Well, there aren't enough sausages for so many people anyway, so why don't I host a party and we can enjoy them together."

"Like German roast pork knuckle, sausages, beer, or grilled ribs..."

Ryan wiped his saliva and asked, "Why are you here for no reason? What do you want me to help you with?"

Taylor said. "Next, I plan to return to Kamas. As a farewell gift, I hope the Primarch won't forget me..."

"Also, I'm actually a little interested in swordsmanship. The set you just performed, old man..."

Ryan laughed. "I'll send it to your tablet, but remember to kill a few more Groxes. Otherwise, there won't be enough for me and my offspring to eat, and that would ruin everything!"

Taylor answered happily. "Of course..."

He quickly left, leaving the other Fallen Angels to ask in confusion.

"Who is that guy? How good can a mortal make sausages? We've lived for hundreds of years, what haven't we seen?"

As he spoke, the fallen angel captain looked at the minced meat on the plate and sniffed it. "I see... It really does taste like Caliban. Whether it tastes good or not is irrelevant. Just the feeling is enough for me to treat him well."

That angel said to me, "Father, he is a cook?"

Ryan shook his head. "He's not, but he could be. It's just that the current Empire doesn't allow him to be."

"I think he might have wanted to be a chef more than his current position."

"But it's our job to help him fulfill that dream."

"My child, remember, he is a warrior no less capable than you and me, a man of absolute resolve and reliability."

"Finally one day, maybe we will all be taken care of by him."

"Although he's a smooth talker and full of strange ideas, he's loyal."

The fallen angel said, "Father, you rarely make such complex comments about someone."

Ryan said. "He reminds me of Ruth. Honestly, if my damn brother were here, he'd definitely like that detached, uninhibited young man."

Then he muttered, "Perhaps he is older than I am, about the same age as the Emperor..."

But no one could hear this sentence clearly, and it was meaningless.

After all, Taylor only spanned 40,000 years, not lived through 40,000 years.

At the same time, this guy was very cunning and turned around to report the matter about the banquet to the beautiful governor who looked like Cleopatra.

He easily handed the burden of those throne coins to the lady. Of course, he was the head chef, and the chef was the girl from Lightlin.

Taylor actually knew very well that Ryan had found his offspring, and next they would go to the stars to fight for more space for mankind.

Therefore, this is not only a farewell, but also to let Lion, the old Primarch, feel that his home is here.

To the people he protects.

Even if Caliban is destroyed, as long as the people are still there, the Empire will always be his home, his second...

cough.

The only home planet.

The party went off successfully, but first Taylor had to get over the complicated bill.

After cleaning up the leftovers, he packed up all the edible barbecue ribs and boarded the trade ship to Kamaz.

To be honest, as a mortal, he does hold a high position, but he cannot bear to see good things being wasted.

Finally, he returned to his new home eating the reheated ribs.

He walked into his fortress, watched the people welcome his return, and learned about the latest situation.

Kamaz is now thriving and its trade chain is also developing well.

The Mechanicus gear boy is now more capable of "thinking", and the "Lion Guards" who followed the Lion King with him before have also returned home.

Because Ryan said that he had found his offspring and no longer needed help from mortals.

The captain of the Lion Guard, the daughter of the planetary fortress master, cried for a long time. It was only after Taylor persuaded her to return to her home planet and protect her hometown that she calmed down.

Taylor actually had a new goal during this period, which was to find a way to get a planetary fortress for building ships.

Although it sounds exaggerated and impossible, Taylor didn't expect it to be completed in an instant.

He had to find a way to protect this world and develop rapidly until he had the strength to return to Macragge.

But this means that he will open up a channel connecting the Holy Land of the Empire and the dark side of the Empire.

In other words, by then he will be able to truly help Guilliman and Lion, and will also achieve achievements that are no less than those of the Sun Lord Macharius.

However, Taylor had not yet realized how great his idea was.

For him, setting up a shipyard was just to avoid being controlled by others as much as possible...

(End of this chapter)