"How can those greenskins be so honest?"

Seeing that the heir didn't react, Ryan found another topic.

It's really a topic that Zabriel is willing to talk about.

"The Bloodaxe Clan." Zabriel just uttered those four words.

"The Bloodaxe Clan? And then what? Ryan asked.

Zabriel looked at the former Father of Genes in amazement, unable to believe that he didn't even know what the Bloodaxe Clan was.

"A Greenskin clan that will trade in the worlds bordering the Empire, and even serve as mercenaries for the Inquisitor."

"They are different from other green skins, they like to use special tactics, pursue order, and pursue military discipline."

"They will even buy imperial armaments and uniforms."

"Can you believe that they can plan in a battle and find a way to infiltrate a ship, rather than rushing in with great fanfare?"

Zabriel kept staring at the greenskins as he spoke, clearly caring about them.

Ryan, on the other hand, looked puzzled: "Are you talking about the greenskins or some loosely disciplined Imperial planetary guards?" ”

"I'm talking about the Bloodaxe Clan." Zabriel emphasized.

"Good, good, Bloodaxe Clan." Ryan turned his head to look at the green skins, which were indeed different from the green skins he remembered.

Very not green-skinned.

They wore human uniforms from nowhere, and the captain-like boss wore a commissar's hat.

"I suspect they're not here to take refuge." Zabriel said, "I just killed an Inquisitor the day before yesterday, and I suspect that they are special operations teams hired by the Inquisition, just like the Bloodaxe Clan special operations teams on the border of the empire who are hired by humans. As long as you give money, they do anything. ”

Hearing this, Ryan's eyes widened with rage: "You killed an inquisitor? You still feel that you have a grievance and should not be hunted down by the Legion?! ”

Zabriel withdrew his gaze and looked directly at Ryan, "So you're now a member of the Inquisition?" Do you think your heirs are showing signs of betrayal of the Empire, which is why you killed your heirs for the Inquisition and destroyed your home planet? ”

Ryan's anger flared.

Zabriel saw his anger and immediately prepared to defend himself, but suddenly calmed down after seeing the Father of Genes' rage.

Ryan is not as violent as 10,000 years ago, he calmed down and picked up a cup of coffee, pointed to the cup and said: "This is our disagreement and controversy, but I don't have a complete memory now and can't talk to you, so let's put it aside for the time being." ”

With that, Ryan placed the coffee on the other side of the table.

Zabriel nodded: "Okay, put it aside for now." ”

Ryan continued to eat, pondering things as he ate, and then he couldn't help but ask, "Legion...... What happened to the Legion? ”

"There's no legion left, Primordial." Zabriel shook his head.

Ryan felt his heart tugged at him, and asked in shock, "The Legion has been destroyed?!" ”

"Not really."

Zabriel wondered why Ryan didn't know about the Legion, but seeing that he wasn't pretending, he patiently explained.

In his mouth, Ryan abandoned the First Legion and disappeared.

Then the First Legion was split up by the thirteenth primordial, Robert Killiman.

Split into warbands, which means that the First Legion is gone.

Ryan's heirs have become a thousand-strong warband.

"Tell me who split the Legion again!" Ryan snorted.

"Kiliman's dismantle." Zabriel said with a smile.

Ryan landed on the metal dining table with one palm, and the entire dining table was instantly deformed, and all the plates fell to the ground.

In front of everyone, Ryan let out a roar: "Why did it be St. Giles and not Killiman who died on the Vengeful Spirit?!" What kind of evil did he fall for to do such a thing? Break down the legions into warbands? It's a shame he figured it out! ”

"Times have changed, the original." Zabriel picked up his coffee and talked slowly about what had happened in the past 10,000 years.

He hadn't experienced the past 10,000 years, after all, he had only come out of subspace four hundred years ago, but he had learned about it.

"Imperial truth no longer exists, this lie is accompanied by the emergence of the state religion, the emperor has become a god-emperor and completely disappeared from the empire, except for some space marines and antiques, no one believes in the imperial truth."

"Now that people openly worship the emperor and consider him to be a god, you can see many people kneeling down in front of the idol and praying when you leave here."

"The state religion is like ...... Whisperers. ”

"I've heard of people collecting the scriptures left behind by the speakers and preaching them everywhere as state religious scriptures."

These words all stimulated Ryan.

Instead of being angry, Ryan was discouraged and depressed.

The imperial truths that were once preached in the Great Expedition are now discarded by humanity.

The news alone surprised Ryan.

Not to mention what Zabriel said later, the words of the state church and the Wai Ers.

Ryan felt that if he had been sent out to destroy the Perfect City, the home planet of the Legion of Speakers, he would have done a better and more determined job than Killiman.

Regardless of whether humans believe that the emperor is a god or not, they will not be able to find any clues about the Bearer.

"I can already hear the maniacal laughter of the leader of the Seventeenth Legion, the bastard called Luojia." Ryan grumbled.

Zabriel continued to tell the story of what was happening in the Empire, and he discovered that Ryan didn't know anything about it, which not only made him wonder: where did Ryan run all these years?

Doubts didn't stop Zabriel's story, and he babbled on and on pouring all the into Ryan's ears.

Ryan began to think that now that he had woken up, he might have to face these bad things.

No way, he is the master of the First Legion, the eldest brother of the original body.

But the problem is that the emperor never taught what to do in the face of such a bad situation.

The only way Ryan could think of was to take the Legion with him...... No, Warband. Take those boys who have split into warbands because of the good things Kiriman has done to Terra and kill the state religion directly.

But thinking that doing so might result in many innocent casualties, Ryan suddenly didn't want to do so desperately.

Ryan thought about these things exactly the way the emperor thought about them, and then realized that his father on the Golden Throne might not even be able to speak or give him guidance now.

"As bad as things are, there's a good thing, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds who was stabbed into a static position has awakened, and he probably won't have any mercy for those of us who have been abandoned and slaughtered by the Primordials, but he will definitely help you." Zabriel said.

"What did you say?"

"The thirteenth primordial is awake."

"Are you sure?!"

"I'm sure, I've watched the live broadcast of the Primordial on this planet."

After repeatedly confirming that Killiman was still alive, Ryan looked up at the ceiling and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Fortunately, fortunately, really lucky...... Killiman is alive, and I've never been more grateful for his presence. ”

(End of chapter)