Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 566 My Adventure with Ryan

The guarantee of a Primarch and his knee, those honors and the guarantee as a Primarch, with this as the basis, Taylor can probably enjoy the most exaggerated treatment.

The last of the Dark Angels' inner circle masters, also a powerful Dark Angels champion, came as a warrior wearing long wings on his head and holding a power sword.

He spoke very little, maintaining the quietness and indifference unique to dark angels, like a piece of cold ice.

It's reassuring, but there are also many problems, such as this guy's beliefs or values. It can be said that every inner circle member of the Dark Angels has more or less value issues.

They have gone through the most brutal test of trust and the most complex test. Apart from martial arts and ability, the second most important thing is loyalty and reliability.

His mouth is harder to pry open than the gate of Terra's palace. Even if his brain is invaded by Chaos sorcery, he will not reveal the slightest clue to anyone about the secrets of the Dark Angels.

To be honest, it is definitely safe enough to have such protection. At the same time, the Imperial Guard also quickly entered the transport ship.

It was a grueling and difficult boarding mission, requiring them to penetrate the Chaos warship's defenses, navigate layers of artillery fire, and drill their way through the bowels of a heavy, ancient space hulk.

It was a complex and reliable melta weapon, the result of a scientific research achievement of the Empire ten thousand years ago. It was also a reliable and powerful weapon that had been proven useful time and time again.

The drill pried open the metal armor of the Ark of Evil Omen as if it were alive and quickly entered it.

Of course, countless transport ships were destroyed by artillery fire, but many of them were deliberately thrown out as cover, and their effect was indeed good, even a little too good.

Most ships could therefore enter the interior of the Ark of Evil, allowing a large number of soldiers and military personnel to enter.

The Skadi brought with them 600 veterans and 200 green-skinned leaders, which was considered all of Taylor's high-end combat power, while Ryan's Dark Angels had two companies plus fallen angels.

360 Space Marines are ready to go, and this number also includes the Primaris Space Marines produced after the return of the Lion.

Using the Primaris' gene-seed to produce Primaris Space Marines, Cawl could only say that he had never fought such a rich battle in his life.

The gene-seed of an ordinary Space Marine is less compatible with that of an ordinary person, while that of a Primarch is not only more compatible, but the number of organs that can be cultivated is also far greater than that of an ordinary Space Marine.

The gene-seed produced by an average Space Marine has a half-life sufficient to produce over a hundred sets of organs.

In the end, about a hundred sets fell into the bodies of other people, which was exactly the number of a company.

The number of seeds of the Primarchs was in the thousands or even close to ten thousand sets. After all, the number of more than 10 during the Great Crusade was indeed from the efforts of the Primarchs.

And the seeds of the Primarchs do not need to undergo many complex tests and trials like ordinary Space Marines.

They are the best, undoubtedly the best, born to do this.

To use a bad metaphor, they are the best studs in the entire universe, and the value of their genes even exceeds their own strength.

Even though the power of the Primarch is so terrifying.

In other words, if the Primarch returns, the number of Space Marines in the entire Legion will explode within a few decades.

Both the Emperor's Children and the Thousand Sons Legion, which were once nearly extinct, grew from hundreds or thousands of people to tens of thousands due to the return of the Primarch.

The Dark Angels and Ultramarines were now recreating the glory of the Great Crusade era, so the 500 Space Marines here were indeed not many. Even with the support of the Imperial Fists, the number here was barely close to . Of course, the Imperial Fists did not board this time, because the old captain was responsible for commanding the Imperial Aeon in the battle with another Ark of Malice.

Now that Taylor has completely entered the interior of the Ark of Evil, the environment here looks quite strange and indescribable.

There is chaos and disorder here, just like the characteristics of the interior of the warp. Unknown warp entities are walking under the dim and flickering lights, in a space like the corridor of an abandoned ship.

The concepts of time and space have become blurred.

At the same time, the fragile mortal cultists were raising their weapons in fear, facing the uninvited guests from the Empire, but most of them were killed by the greenskin bosses with fists and guns before they could react.

Bright red blood and minced meat, internal organs and heads hung on the dilapidated hulls, looking as weird as something out of a horror science fiction movie.

Flickering promethium lamps, automatic metal doors that hissed from time to time, twisted warp entities and Chaos believers with obvious mutations in their bodies.

It was like the embodiment of the concept of hell, now compressed within a giant entity called the Ark of Evil.

In the end, because the corridor was narrow, the Imperial Guard could only advance in a straight line, with the greenskin leader wearing heavy armor in charge of the front and the vigilant Skadi veterans in charge of the rear.

This queue lacks efficiency, but it is a necessary choice.

They soon joined up with Lion's main force, and there wasn't much resistance, or rather, those that could be called resistance had already been killed by the Primarch.

When Taylor saw Ryan again, the blood on his sword of loyalty was shocking.

Death is not something that traitors can accept. Now Ryan is like a messenger of God, quickly and accurately giving them this gift that they do not want and cannot accept.

Ashes to ashes, dust to ashes. It is no exaggeration to say that this is the right way for those corrupt and degenerate people to end up like this.

After the killing, the smell of blood was so strong that it made people feel like something in their throat wanted to come out.

But thick fog began to rise inside the ship, just like in Lion's hometown, and the gentle Primarch began to transform into a seasoned veteran, leading his own hunting group to hunt prey.

His wild side began to emerge vaguely, like the smell of blood awakening a gentle lion. When he bared his fangs and feasted, only flesh and blood could satisfy him.

And Chaos seemed to know this, they did not deliberately stay, but consumed a small amount of troops and waited until the power of the Empire reached the hall.

This is the core location of the Evil Omen Ark. The huge metal heart of the furnace beats here. In order to accommodate this thing, it is a hundred meters high, as exaggerated as a harbor.

As expected, waiting here was almost the entire force of the Chaos Space Marines, as well as the infamous Red Corsair Lord.

Former Chapter Master of the Astral Claws.

It is also a rising star in chaos.

Blackhearted King Huron.

(End of this chapter)