Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 497 Old Father Ryan

The Lion King is probably going to lose his hair.

This Primarch was troubled by the problem of his second-year syndrome when he was young. Obviously, this matter could not be covered up by saying that he was ignorant as a child.

On the contrary, he had a headache, a terrible headache.

The existence of the Dark Angels was like facing his past self, from the serious style to the many customs inherited from the Taliban.

His descendants have now inherited those things meticulously, so much so that when the Lion King faces those descendants, he feels like he is looking into a magic mirror, a magic mirror that is reflecting his past.

The Angel of Absolution is the present, the Angel of Darkness is the past.

Ryan acknowledged the many honors of his descendants and himself in the past, how he and they had protected this empire for so long, and how they had made this place safe.

Ryan has deep feelings for them. He has never hated his children. It is better to say that he has always hated himself, hating himself for not doing things well.

Now he walked forward, his huge body and the throbbing in his blood made Azrael, who had never seen the Primarch before, feel in an instant that the giant in front of him was his own father.

He and Zabril knelt on one knee almost at the same time, like a noble knight in ancient Europe facing his monarch.

Now Azrael was the first to raise his head. "My lord, the Fallen cannot be trusted."

"They are heartless, malevolent beings, and they will once again destroy this expedition and our empire."

"I can't believe them, Father!"

Azrael's words came from the bottom of his heart, and it was obvious that he had never believed in his brother from beginning to end.

Even though Taylor had already told him about the situation of the fallen angels, or more precisely, the situation of the angels of pardon.

Zabril has never been a good-tempered person. He can't stand others' evaluation of his honor, and he can't stand his brothers who have sacrificed their lives with him being called traitors.

He stood up, drew his sword for the first time, and said angrily.

"How dare you, a junior, deny the efforts of us and my brothers."

"Even the Primarch has forgiven us now, yet you still cling to the past."

"You stupid guy..."

"It seems that we can only communicate with each other with our swords."

Azrael replied with a hint of ridicule. "You'll regret this, old man. How old are you?"

"I've never seen such an old Space Marine before. You must have been fleeing battles for countless years, fleeing from the pursuit of your brothers for countless years!"

"Coward, traitor!"

Zabril replied angrily. "You were not there when I was fighting the Randan (a xenos race from the Great Crusade that destroyed half of the Dark Angels Chapter)!"

"You simply cannot comprehend the years that my brothers and I have lived through. It was a turbulent era, filled with all the greatest things humanity has ever achieved. Guys like you were nothing in that era!"

"All your success is only because these are lost times, dark times."

"Do you understand? If you were at my place, you wouldn't even be able to get a table!"

"My little brother!"

He emphasized the word "brother," perhaps a little too much, and the feeling instantly turned into a ridiculous mockery that made Azrael's heart simmer with anger.

Of course he wanted to deny it, but Azriel would not fall into any self-proving trap because he knew very well.

The Dark Angels never need to talk too much to traitors, they just need to draw their swords and slit the other's throat in an instant, just like always.

He drew his secret sword, its golden longsword gleaming with light, and Zabril readied the hilt of his power sword.

This scene made the Primarchs feel distressed and heartbroken.

Just like they are, just like what would happen if they met their brothers, or even their meeting would be worse.

For Lion and Guilliman, the little drama here was just opening up their scars, so much so that Guilliman and Lion, the two good-tempered Primarchs, shouted in unison.

"Shut up!"

The sound was quite loud. To be precise, it was the first time that Taylor heard a mortal body shout at such an exaggerated volume. Although the Primarch was not a mortal body, he also had the concept of a physical body.

But this is also quite effective, even too effective.

Both the aloof Azriel and the arrogant Zabril fell silent in an instant, like two vicious dogs being held by their masters, staring at each other and baring their teeth.

Ryan said helplessly. "During the final expedition, you must put aside everything you've done before. Now find a place to rest. Old Thirteen and I will discuss preliminary tactics."

Taylor quickly noticed that the Lion called Guilliman "Old Thirteen" instead of "Regent", which meant that the Lion actually assumed that everyone here was his family.

Or someone you can completely trust.

Naturally, Zabril and Azrael also realized this, but they did not yet believe each other. Azrael felt that the fallen angels had deceived his father.

And Zabril was jealous of the Dark Angels, so he appeared and was treated like this by the Primarch.

Apparently, they still refused to obey, and the meeting ended hastily.

Taylor sighed helplessly. After all, this was equivalent to a battle between a domestic cat and a wild cat. Obviously, both the fallen angels and the dark angels had their own reasons and responsibilities.

When those people left in a hurry, the entire starport became deserted. This farce was barely suppressed due to the deterioration of the overall environment.

Taylor looked at the frightened mortal servants or workers, and couldn't help but feel pity for these poor people who were about to be written into history.

After all, their presence may be just a trivial sentence in this conflict, such as "Several workers witnessed it at the time."

Of course, these things are not important. To be precise, Guilliman and Lion once again invited Taylor, a mortal, to their lounge alone.

A room built according to the specifications of the Primarch, with huge tables, chairs, benches and luxurious materials, just like the legendary residence of the Greek gods.

Guilliman said now, looking at the red wine on the table.

"My brother and I have thought about your appointment for a long time, Taylor."

"Finally, we believe that you are more capable of dealing with aliens, so the area you are responsible for is where a large number of aliens are present."

"You're very familiar with this place. Even your fleet has the same name as it. It's called Damocles Bay, and it's where you made your fortune early on!"

(End of this chapter)