Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 432 Should I go to the dark side to work?

Chapter 432 Should I go to the dark side to work?
For the first time, Guilliman realized that his brother was not just older in appearance and had more white hair.

He has become heavy and smart, and many of the innate advantages of the Lion King are now emerging.

Guilliman even had the idea that this Primarch was more suitable to inherit the Empire than himself.

From the beginning, the nerdy Guilliman only wanted his own five hundred worlds.

But Ryan said.

"You've done well, but I also know you're not comfortable. The empire is huge and rotten, and I want to govern it with you."

"You are my brother. Even if I don't like you, you are still one of my few relatives. At least you are the one who has not betrayed me."

"Is there anything more terrifying than brothers turning against each other? Is there anything more heartbreaking?"

Lion's words were full of old age, and Guilliman could only sip the wine, or fermented grape juice, with his head down.

But Ryan suddenly laughed. "Things are getting better!" He grinned and took a sip of foamy beer, or rather, a drink similar to beer.

Guilliman said incredulously. "You look just like Russ!"

Lion said. "Your indecision is very similar to Sanguinius's reluctance to deal with the Second Empire."

"Now you should understand what he was thinking at that time."

"He's really unhappy."

Guilliman smiled wryly. "I never thought about that, but now I can empathize with him. Time always makes people..."

"On a long timescale, anything is possible."

Ryan retorted. "No, I will remain loyal even after tens of thousands of years."

"I'm sure you do too."

This is Ryan's highest compliment to others, without a doubt.

Lion gave his brother the first compliment he, or at least the first compliment Guilliman, had ever heard in his life.

That was the first time Ryan, his eldest brother, his serious and majestic eldest brother, praised him.

Guilliman looked up in disbelief, only to see a greasy Grox hoof right in front of him.

It was the delicious scent of saffron coloring, but Guilliman said in disbelief.

"My big brother, you actually like this kind of... 'delicious food'?"

Ryan said jokingly. "Put aside your contempt and arrogance. The history of this thing can be traced back to the ancient Terra era."

Guilliman said, picking up his bowl of seafood cream stew. "This too!"

With that, the exchange was completed with a few clams and fresh shrimps, a glass of beautiful grape juice in a tall glass, a piece of roasted hoof, and a glass of beer in a wooden cup.

Ryan ate the seafood and drank some grape juice and said.

"The Macragge people really have no taste!"

Guilliman took a bite of the collagen-rich hoof, then gulped down his beer and cursed. "No different from the Fenrisians!"

The two men cursed at each other, and began to talk about the advantages and disadvantages of each other's hometown cuisine from the perspective of origin and flavor, but in the final analysis, it represented a reconciliation between the two brothers.

At the end of this small party, Zabril and Sikalius became friends, and it could even be said that they were close friends regardless of age.

Of course, the conversation between the Regent and the Lord of the Dark Side was not just about eating and drinking. In the second half of the banquet, they also began to solve some more difficult problems.

Although the Holy Frontier of the Empire has begun to calm down due to the launch of the Indomitable Crusade, the dark side of the Empire is still turbulent.

Numerous interstellar pirates and chaotic Chaos forces continued to emerge, but the most terrifying issue was the core contradiction caused by the dimming of the Astronomican's light, the failure of navigation and the inability to travel through the Warp. Furthermore, a large number of Daemons and Chaos minions were unhesitatingly breeding in the Dark Side. It was even possible to say that even a third-rate fortune teller in the Hive could pull out three Daemons in a moment.

In such a vibrant and flourishing world, it is obviously quite exaggerated that Ryan can protect the peace of 76 star regions.

However, compared to the vast dark side of the empire, those star regions combined are barely as big as one and a half hundred worlds.

But Ryan's inability to expand his victory was not due to lack of strength. On the contrary, Ryan's progress in military strength was indescribably fast.

In just a few years, the Lion's forces were comparable to Guilliman's Indomitable Crusade's main fleet.

Although this is partly because the Mechanicus is no longer bound by red tape and rules, it is also closely related to Ryan's exaggerated leadership.

Generally speaking, there is an indescribable power vacuum between a leader's supreme power and the actual execution of power.

During that time, those powers will be available at will.

In other words, the longer the vacuum period, the more rights are lost, the lower the efficiency and the higher the cost.

But now Lion's power vacuum period may be shorter than Guilliman's.

Of course, there is the issue of the size of the Empire's dark side, but what cannot be ignored is the terrifying execution ability of the Angels of Pardon when facing their old father, and even more so because Ryan's experience provides him with unparalleled decision-making accuracy.

In the end, all of this formed an efficient and powerful machine, but now it seems that following the rules is not enough, and the power he needs is not just the so-called "efficiency" and "formality".

But it is a more "rude" and "barbaric" method.

Ryan was actually quite troubled by this.

After confirming that Guilliman could maintain access to the entire corridor area after taking the Vigilance Star, Lion had actually made up his mind to ask his brother for help.

Ryan said. "I need someone."

Guilliman replied. "Who is it, Calgar, Mathieu, Sicarius, or Cawl?" He revealed all the good cards in his hand without hesitation.

But even so, Lion's words still made Guilliman hesitate.

"Tyler."

When Guilliman heard the name, he acted like a child who heard that his older brother wanted his toy, but after thinking it over, Guilliman still answered.

"can."

Ryan said with a smile. "You always say I've changed, and now I see you've changed a lot too."

"Don't worry, it won't be long. At least I know very well how long a mortal can live."

"And I actually have a good enough position prepared for him, a position that suits him."

"Now it just depends on whether he wants to sit down."

Guilliman asked curiously. "What location?"

"I really don't know what you need him for."

Ryan said with a smile. "I need a different power than myself to maintain the dark side, so I need a strong and decisive individual."

"And I've got a spot for Taylor that's definitely comparable to that."

"The Dark Side Warmaster of the Empire!"

Guilliman took a breath.

"This name is unlucky..."