Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 428: Fuck Abaddon with the Lion King, Part 2
Taylor sat down a little confused.

Then he asked, "No, is this the way our relationship should be?"

"Oh, just eat whatever you want."

Taylor now boarded the Indomitable Ideal with a group of his confidants, and expressed great gratitude for the food prepared for them by the Lion King.

If Guilliman saw this scene, he would definitely think that Taylor was a traitor. After all, he prepared so much for Taylor without a word of thanks. Guilliman even thought that Taylor didn't think he gave him enough.

But this situation is indeed a misunderstanding of Taylor. To him, what Guilliman gave were mission rewards and activity funds. This is called salary. What is there to thank him for?
But he is neither affiliated with Ryan nor a member of the Dark Angels' army. Ryan is not only entertaining them, but also repairing and supplying the warships. He is using all his landlord skills.

If he doesn't thank me, wouldn't that be an ungrateful person?

Secondly, Guilliman's emotional intelligence is only slightly higher than that of his brother Angron after he installed the nails. Even if he really said thank you, Guilliman would only think it was unnecessary.

Although the Regent was decisive and had a talent for strategy and planning, Taylor had to admit.

Guilliman was not very popular.

And the old lion is loved by almost everyone.

Taylor picked up the grilled steak on the table and said with a smile, "Since we're here, why should we treat you?"

Then I took a bite of the meat which had a unique flavor.

It's soft, tender, and has a faint fishy smell that makes people love it but also hate it.

"This……"

Taylor smacked his lips, finding the taste both familiar and strange.

Ryan said. "Sheep."

It was a standard, ancient Terran Europan word, and Taylor was a little surprised he even remembered it.

He nodded. "Yes, yes, same taste! Where did you get this grilled lamb chops?"

As one of the few people who knew Taylor's identity, Ryan said this without any surprise.

"This sector's specialty, those creatures are very similar to the Terran creatures mentioned in ancient records. I suspect they are creatures similar to the Fenris Wolf."

Taylor calmly put down the lamb chops.

Then he said, "Well, you know."

"There are no wolves on Fenris."

"Those snow-white creatures that resemble Terra's wolves are the natives of Fenris whose genetic modification failed..."

Ryan said, "I've researched it. While it's not a native sheep species, it's not human either."

"They are a species of sheep-like creature native to the planet Krolos. They were genetically modified by humans during the Dark Age of Technology to become what they are today."

Taylor breathed a sigh of relief and finally picked up the barbecue steak and ate it, but it still didn't taste good.

He asked someone to crush chili peppers, pepper powder, and a strong-flavored plant similar to leek, put them in the mixture, dipped it in the golden roasted lamb, and rolled it on his tongue.

And this time he really indulged himself. Although he had eaten something similar to lamb on Fenris, none of it was as fat and delicious as the ones here, which were verified to be fat sheep by the colonists in the dark technological age.

It was probably more like venison with a lamb-like flavor.

Ryan also tried the seasoning and found that it could remove the greasiness and fishy smell of mutton fat without suppressing the tenderness of the mutton.

Even Ryan, who had tasted the best of the land and sea, couldn't help but imitate his brother Russ and devour the delicious food on the plate. After all, even the Primarch had a similar structure to humans, and protein and oil would always arouse the predatory desire of living things the fastest.

Now, with the spicy peppers and chopped leeks, the spicy flavor is similar to garlic, and even the original body must succumb to its desires for once.

Of course, after three rounds of dinner, Ryan, who always loved fine wine, realized that he had barely drunk a sip of those high-end red wines during the meal.

He said in surprise. "Do the ancient Terrans enjoy themselves so much? I thought the recipe you gave me earlier would drain your knowledge."

"Human civilization has lost so much in the endless expansion of the stars. Many stories and cultures have been shattered into pieces in the void."

Ryan said with a hint of anger and anticipation, "Once the Milky Way is pacified, we'll have time to sort out all the legacy of human civilization over the past 40,000 years."

"Then the prosperity that once existed on Terra will appear everywhere in the galaxy!"

Taylor said. "What an ambitious lion king! Compared to him, Regent Guilliman is really..."

He couldn't help but sigh, thinking of Guilliman's weariness from facing the Black Legion.

Lion said without hesitation, "That's because the situation is different. The Imperium is now a giant corpse, Guilliman. My brother is like carrying a rotting corpse to fight Abaddon."

"And I am on the dark side of the empire. Not only am I alone, I can even forge my own style of warfare."

"Although the situation is difficult, I don't need to consider complicated interpersonal relationships or worry about huge transportation routes. All I pursue is victory."

"To be frank, I have seen the achievements of the Indomitable Crusade. Guilliman, my brother, my 13th brother, he has done well."

"And I am his elder brother, the first of the Primarchs, the..."

"The one who should unify the galaxy the most."

Lion paused when he talked about the head of the Primarchs. Because this position was actually held by Horus before, even if Lion was the real No. 1 Primarch, his order of return was not very early.

Now, under the tempering of time, the character originally set for him by the emperor has been polished.

Just like a human being, he has no real independent will before the age of 20, can only clarify his own path after the age of 30, and can only realize the meaning of life at the age of 50.

And the Primarch?
Frankly speaking, in Ryan's eyes, the 13th brother lying in the stance has not really grown up even after ten thousand years.

He is still immature in mind and not experienced enough in strength.

Ryan says now with a smile.

"Now that you're here, you can pretty much explain the situation."

"Now that you have broken through Abaddon's magical veil, our auspicious instruments have locked onto the rear of Abaddon's warship."

"To be honest, I'm thinking about how to deal with this kid Abaddon."

"Big cannon, impact?"

"Will it be a torpedo, a surprise attack, or a combined attack from both the Honourable and Guilliman?"

"But now I have come up with the most interesting, direct, and feasible solution."

Taylor couldn't help but ask, "What's the solution?"

Ryan picked up his sword. The blade of "Loyalty" shone with a flash of light, and he grasped his pistol, a combination weapon of plasma and explosives.

And now he said with a smile, "Boarding!"

(End of this chapter)