Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 427: Fuck Abaddon with the Lion King, Part 1
Lion, Lord of the Dark Angels and his flagship, the Indomitable Ideal, are anchored in the void.

On the bridge, with snow-white beard and hair, aged skin, a golden blade, and "loyalty" at his waist.

Black armor, huge body, Ryan half-closed his eyes, looking at the many disturbing things in the void.

The dark angels, or the angels of pardon, were beside Ryan. They formed two rows, full of energy, with sharp blades and bombs ready to go.

But Lion said, "We have circled this sector for three Terran days. Where is the battlefield?"

The fallen angel, no, the angel of pardon, Zabril, said with a hint of apology, "Father, we have fallen under the enemy's spell. Those damned sorceries are quite vicious."

"They've obscured our vision. Now that we've lost the light of the Astronomican, we can no longer determine the location of our destination..."

"Throne above, Abaddon fears you, my father..."

Ryan said frankly, "Attack isn't everything. Time has taught me this. Just like my brother Rogal Dorn, defense is also one of the best tactics."

"We just need to wait for the change and the opportunity, just wait for things to be different, and we need to focus on seizing the opportunities that are available now."

"Have the navigators increase their awareness of psychic space. Secondly, the fleet commanders must remain vigilant. As the flagship, our presence serves as a benchmark."

Ryan said those words calmly, even though the Lion King is no longer as ferocious, sharp-edged, and brutal as he once was.

But after being polished by time, Ryan's thoughts have now been completely integrated.

He could be as brutal as he once was, as defensive as Dorn, as strategic as Guilliman, or as cunning and fast as his brother Russ.

He could be as merciful as his brother, Vulkan, the Fire Dragon Lord, Primarch of the Salamanders Chapter.

It was as if the Emperor had arranged in advance, handing over the Holy Land of the Empire, which had endless potential, to Guilliman, and handing over the dark side of the Empire, which needed to be turned around, to Llane, Llane El'Jonson.

It turns out that this "coincidence" is surprisingly accurate, even a bit too "coincidental".

Ryan actually already had the answer to who was arranging the troops in the dark.

The Emperor, his father...

Lion looked at the endless void and said, "Abaddon wants to trap me here. He is afraid of me."

"That's understandable. After all, I come from an ancient era."

"At that time, Abaddon had not yet achieved what he has today."

"Even now, he has dragged half of the galaxy into darkness and almost completely destroyed the empire, achieving a great feat that even his father couldn't accomplish."

Ryan paused, then grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist. At that moment, the Primarch, the old lion seemed to have opened his eyes, and an extraordinary aura appeared around him.

Lion simply ambled forward, commenting on Abaddon as if it were a trivial matter.

"It's just a child."

Zabril hesitated, then said nothing.

Because to Lion, Abaddon was truly just a child.

He was even a stubborn and rebellious child who betrayed his elders. Even though thousands of years have passed, Abaddon's stubbornness and stupidity have not diminished in the slightest!
Of course, Zabril would not be afraid of such a man. Even if he was the Warmaster of Chaos, to Zabril, Abaddon was just his peer.

They had all lived through the Great Crusade and witnessed humanity's greatest glory and its cruelest betrayal.

But Zabril knew that he was not here to fight against the Chaos Warmaster, but to punish the traitor Abaddon!
Zabril was not being arrogant, but now that Abaddon was using witchcraft to cover up the matter and letting the fleet go around in circles, it was obviously a passive evasion tactic.

The most likely possibility is that there has been movement in the Holy Land of the Empire, and the second is that they are out of fear of Ryan.

Zabril wanted to ask his father's opinion, but he heard Ryan say.

"Has Old 13 not made a move yet?"

He looked at the endless void as if waiting for something.

Zabril asked. "Father, what are you talking about?" Ryan replied. "My brother."

"Calculating, it should be almost time."

Zabril said incredulously, "But we don't have astrolanguage, we don't have the ability to communicate..."

He didn't understand why Lion could say that. After all, in this situation, nothing was proven, and the Imperial Regent might be on the other side of the galaxy, but the Primarch could still be so sure of this?

Zabril had never heard of the so-called telepathy between the Primarchs, nor had he seen it.

But before he could express his doubts, he saw an abnormal subspace ripple appearing in the distance. At the same time, an imperial fleet and a strange-looking warship without churches or decorations appeared in front of the fleet.

Zabril immediately went on alert and ordered the fleet to enter attack alert, ready to destroy those who might be members of the Chaos Legion at any time and anywhere.

But Ryan laughed.

"coming."

He strode forward, as if he had anticipated it, and Zabril asked.

"Father, what's coming?"

Ryan said. "An old friend."

Zabril asked. "How did you tell that?"

Ryan said, "There's only one person in this universe who would be so crazy as to break through the Black Legion's encirclement and tear down all the decorations on the battleship and the church."

"Remember those cannons and weapons made of scrap metal?"

"Remember that mortal who boasted to us?"

"My brother sent us the man we needed most, a free spirit with a fantastic mind."

Zabril remembered a face that slightly irritated him, a mean face.

"Well, I already know who did those stupid things."

"Changing the Empire's loyal warship into a big iron box, this answer really amazes me."

"A madman's answer."

"Apart from this, I can't think of anything else that can break through the Black Legion's pursuit and blockade."

Zabril sighed. "Prepare the food. I know what he likes. Prepare the banquet. We need a good place to chat with him."

"Father, should I go this time?"

Ryan said. "I met with him in person, with our old friend."

"You are responsible for running the fleet and arranging the banquet."

Ryan's choice was quick and decisive but also very accurate. He was certain that Old 13 had gotten some of the information, even though Taylor himself might not have realized it.

As the Primarch, it is almost impossible for Lion to betray, and he is naturally the best person to receive that information.

He strode into the hall and laid down his weapons and equipment, like a gentle old man.

He sat down on the main seat and spoke in a gentle tone.

"So, Taylor, my friend."

"The First Legion welcomes you."

(End of this chapter)