Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 474 Son of the Lion
The scion of Llane now bares his fangs at Tyler, and Azrael raises the Sword of Secrets towards Tyler, the man of loyalty, the sharpness of the silver blade almost chilling.

Is this how the empire treats people who have made contributions?
If it were an ordinary commander, he would have probably cried and complained. After all, that was the will of the Emperor, the Angel of Death of the Empire, and the offspring of the Primarch Lion.

He is the Will of the Lord of Mankind, he is the Thought of the Primarch.

But Taylor said calmly.

"No wonder the old man doesn't like you..."

The implication of this sentence is very clear, that is.

Your father and I are closer! And he doesn't want you anymore!

Even a hero like Azrael couldn't help himself. It wasn't because they were Oedipus, but more because for the Space Marines, the Primarch was not just a father or the source of their strength.

He is also their master and king, and the person they are destined to be loyal to.

Now, the Dark Angels were not only avoided by their own king and father, but were even mocked by an outsider, being called "abandoned" or "disliked heirs."

Azrael's temper wasn't bad, but he couldn't help but curse. "You mortal..."

"Your life is but a fleeting moment. I will take your life now for my father!"

Azrael is almost 80% like his father in his youth, hot-tempered, full of honor and loyalty, and with a paranoid obsession with secrets and victory.

Now it seems that Taylor's behavior was so reckless and ridiculous that he had to bear the astonishing wrath of the leader of a founding group of Space Marines.

With just the [Secret Sword] swung and the [Lion's Fury] explosives aimed, Taylor simply swung his own Kraken Fang, quickly and accurately knocking away Azrael's blade.

At this moment, the chief mentor of the Dark Angels, the true master of the inner circle, hesitated slightly.

This is not because Taylor is so good at swordsmanship, although this mortal's swordsmanship is indeed amazing, but the Milky Way is huge, and Azriel has seen mortals with extraordinary talents.

Most of them were killed before they could make a name for themselves, and some of them who were somewhat famous could not be compared with the Space Marines.

What really surprised him was that Taylor's swordsmanship was quite capable, reliable, fast and protection-oriented.

There was no way this was a blade wielded by a Chaos traitor, at least not one who had lost their mind and believed in the gods.

Azrael put down his weapon at this point, but his vigilance and anger did not dissipate, he said.

"I need to put you in the high priority target queue, no matter how you learned those sword techniques and how you knew to talk to me with a blade."

"I am now certain that you have indeed seen our father and even received instructions from his sword."

“It really makes me jealous!”

Azriel was immediately filled with jealousy. After all, his father was so kind to a mortal, but turned a blind eye to his own child?
He said with a slight temper. "That's enough, mortal. Enter the cage where the traitors are held."

Taylor replied immediately. "My men are holding the line everywhere, whether it's those greenskins you hate or those disobedient Imperial soldiers."

"If you imprison me, then a mutiny will probably be a small matter. If those green-skinned orcs have second thoughts, Krieg will be a perfect green-skinned world."

Azrael said impatiently. "Are you threatening me?"

Taylor replied, "Your father would rather believe in the Fallen Angels than rely on you. I think this isn't just a matter of the so-called Dark Side of the Empire and the Holy Land."

"You must admit that you have disappointed the old man. You have disappointed the Primarch, your father."

Azrael hesitated, then spoke angrily. "Fallen Angel..." "Traitor, the existence of those things is known to outsiders."

"But you're right. I can't do anything to you."

Azrael glanced at the area, then at the strategic maps. "Deal with the bugs first."

"We'll talk about the fallen angel and you later..."

Taylor breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. At least he had persuaded an agitated and angry guy to lay down his weapon.

This was a heroic act worthy of being recorded in the history of the empire.

At least it is not easy to make the Lion King's heir surrender.

At the same time, Taylor also began to use transport planes to send tactical information to the location of the Imperial Navy with the help of the Dark Angels.

About a few hours later, several exaggerated bombers carrying Colossus-class bombs flew across the sky and dropped the thing that represented the supreme will of the Emperor.

The target of those things is obvious, it must be the Zerg Titan that is showing off its might on the battlefield.

With a weight of 20,000 pounds, just one bomb was as powerful and thrilling as if a god had landed on the ground.

The mushroom cloud rose rapidly and a roar was heard, probably hitting the bull's eye.

After all, it is really hard to miss a 35-meter-tall monster.

But even so, only two of the four bombers dropped their targets because they were so slow and so conspicuous to the Zerg.

That dark blue void bomber was not originally intended for use against ground targets.

The exaggerated bomb of 22,000 pounds is not something that ground units can tolerate, so it is basically not put on the strategic agenda.

But in today's situation, that heavy thing is used as the core of the imperial war and is thrown next to a brand new Zerg war behemoth.

The fact that the entire crew of both bombers was torn apart by the Zerg plasma flak proved to be a successful means of proving to the Empire that the Colossus was an effective Titan-killing weapon.

It was dropped from a height of 630 meters. For such a heavy bomb, it would be difficult to predict its landing point even if it deviated by a tiny bit.

Those things have no guidance means and no aerodynamic modifications. They are just high-explosive bombs with exaggerated equivalent!
But only one of the two deadly projectiles landed near the Titan, and the other one just brushed past it, deviating by almost 30 meters, causing many insects that relied on the Titan to avoid attacks to be wiped out in an instant.

But even if it was just a direct hit, the Swarm Titan would have had one-third of its body blown apart due to the distance from the explosion.

Like a crab shedding its shell, the grayish-white muscle tissue is completely exposed, making the thin armor crack an attractive milky white.

But even this could not kill the behemoth, because a large number of insects immediately covered the wound, and those creatures continued to spit biomass into the Titan's wound.

It's healing, incredible.

Taylor couldn't help but frown.

But when Grand Master Azriel looked at the current scene, he was not angry but happy.

"Only prey like this is valuable..."

Taylor couldn't help but ask, "Have you been possessed by a Fenrisian?"

(End of this chapter)