Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 431 Lion and Guilliman
War always comes and goes quickly, and the long stalemate and war of attrition dissipated after Abaddon left.

As expected, a "miracle" warship "suddenly" and "accidentally" broke through the empire's encirclement, and the empire's dozens of warships were like toys.

However, Taylor could actually guess that those seemingly simple coincidences were actually what the Four Chaos Gods asked the Emperor for.

But this is probably not a good chat sitting in front of the table, but a discussion of something and the long war in the subspace.

The Emperor must have received some extremely good benefit, which made him willing to let Abaddon go, even.

Perhaps the Emperor had deemed Abaddon unimportant.

After all, the next era will probably be the Primarchs. The Primarchs who still exist or are lost in the real universe, no matter how weak they are, are stronger than Abaddon.

However, to the Chaos Gods, Abaddon's existence is still priceless.

The man who tore apart the empire, this name is enough to serve as a golden signboard.

Cohesion is what Chaos lacks most. Even if Abaddon has not done a good job, the Four Gods will not abandon him.

It was so touching that Taylor felt that the four gods had some anthropomorphic aspects. After all, Abaddon lost 12 times but still tirelessly provided him with resources and manpower.

Although considering that they were exploiting Abaddon to the point of sucking his blood out of him, at least Taylor didn't want to have to worry about the possibility of him being exploited while working every day.

But victory is indeed a solid thing.

Makes people happy.

But keeping the two Primarchs happy is indeed a tough job.

But it was indeed comfortable to enrich himself, and Taylor almost did not hesitate to pull several large carts of supplies into his warship, the Damocles.

Of course, two-thirds of one of them is used for the banquet, but even so, it is still not enough for a Primarch-level meeting.

Rather, without the golden petals filling the sky, without the large number of members of the state religion, without those complicated and lengthy rituals and disgusting songs of praise, would such a banquet really be a meeting of the Primarchs?

Maybe we need to put a question mark in everything.

However, for Taylor, hosting a banquet was both a hard job and a lucrative one. Although it was time-consuming and laborious, he also got the best wine and food in the entire star region.

No matter how much of that stuff there was, it would eventually be used up. After all, people are made of iron and rice is made of steel. But I don't know how much golden red wine was gulped down by those rogue soldiers as a drink.

Of course, red wine is always strong, but soldiers strengthened by waagh's stance can drink it as a fruit drink.

Always.

At least they had wasted several boxes and hadn't even drunk enough. This situation was enough to make many governors angry and scold the soldiers for being wasteful.

But compared to those good things that were enough to make the planetary governor feel distressed for a long time, it was worthless compared to the fine wine tasted by these primarchs.

But Taylor chose to embezzle the good wine without hesitation, and deliberately prepared a drink similar to beer on Guteras for Lion, and grape juice with a lower degree of fermentation for Guilliman.

The most important dishes are grilled lamb chops and pork knuckles, and the Roman Mediterranean cuisine, which mainly consists of stews, roasts and stews.

On one hand, there is the wild Germanic style, on the other hand, there is the elegant and beautiful grilled and seafood chowder.

Of course, these are all the flavors of the Primarch’s hometown, and it can even be said that what Taylor prepared is better than what they have in their own hometown.

It is also "authentic", at least over a long period of time, the original body's hometown has forgotten many of the related flavors.

It’s just that the stupid and immature manager who prepared the ingredients didn’t understand this, but he was actually angry but dared not say anything.

At least he felt that Taylor's behavior was no different from that of most nobles who enriched themselves, except that he dared to offend the Primarch.

He frankly said that he was prepared to laugh at Taylor's joke, because he had seen many nobles and remembered it clearly. He had seen nobles who were angry because the family mark was not marked on every ribbon.

Most of the servants died that day.

Because most people have come across ribbon decorations.

At least in his eyes, the world is like this. The life of a guy like him is not worth mentioning. Only those who do their own things well and are valuable can live comfortably.

Of course, he didn't think a hero like Taylor would be treated like that, but in the end it was always the people below who got in trouble.

He looked pessimistically at the Primarchs as they took their seats. In the small room, which was only about 200 square meters, the presence of two Primarchs made it seem far from spacious.

One was pitch black and the other azure blue. The two men walked slowly towards each other, then fell silent, and finally looked at each other, along with their superhuman bodyguards.

Zabril and the arrogant Sicarius also sat next to their primarch almost immediately, and Lion and Guilliman were silent with each other. Finally, Lion interrupted the silence.

"This place is nice and warm, Thirteenth Brother, you have a capable person to help you."

Lion's words were warm and well-intentioned, but Guilliman said.

"If you had been in Terra, things would have been different."

"You have failed to fulfill your responsibilities."

"It hasn't really severed the traitors' bloodline either."

"It was you who prevented my father from standing up, and it was you who allowed Horus to ascend to Terra..."

Ryan replied with a hint of anger. "If it weren't for your Second Empire, things wouldn't have turned out this way. You're just like me, giving up all hope when the Astronomican's light dimmed!"

"Even if I go with you to Terra, will you be able to arrive in a pinch?"

"Old 13, don't blame me for bringing up old scores after the victory!"

"If you think blaming me will solve the previous problems, then blame me!"

"But you, what did you, Guilliman?"

"If you had not been provoked by that bastard Fulgrim, the Empire could have been saved!"

Guilliman sneered in reply, full of self-mockery. "It is true, I am no match for my fallen brothers, such as Ferrus, Vulkan, and Sanguinius."

"I was in a coma for ten thousand years."

"But what are you doing?"

"The two of us can't even compare to Ruth right now!"

Ryan stood up, his huge body exuding majesty, and said angrily.

"Look at you, giving up on yourself!"

"Depressed!"

"I'm here to solve problems with you, not to listen to you complain and freak out!"

"Guilliman, Old Thirteen, you have always been the most rational of the brothers, but now you are exhausted!"

"Where is your Ultramar? Where is the light of your five hundred worlds?"

Guilliman replied with a wry smile. "From the day I fell unconscious, everything darkened."

Ryan said angrily. "I was right about you...coward."

Guilliman replied in self-deprecation. "You are quite right, brother..."

At this moment, Taylor immediately came in with people and food to save the situation. Seeing outsiders coming, Guilliman and Lion also put on airs.

At least they don't want mortals to see them having an unhappy time.

But the low pressure in the air did not dissipate for a long time, until those delicious foods aroused the greed in the original body's stomach.

Lion saw the golden roasted pork elbow, and Guilliman took a fancy to the Mediterranean seafood stew. At least the two of them were finally willing to start eating.

After a few rounds of drinking, Ryan, now the good brother, also spoke.

He felt not only disappointment towards Guilliman, but also pride. At least it was difficult to clean up the mess that was the Empire...

It's hard.

He said, "I'm angry, but if you ask me, you did a pretty good job..."

"My brother, I'm proud of you..."

Guilliman paused. "You are more than old..."

"Brother, you've changed so much that you're a stranger to me!"

(End of this chapter)