Ryan, Lord of the First Legion, Ryan the Lion King.

The once irascible Primado has a drastic change in personality, and he can even grit his teeth to listen to Zabriel's extremely disrespectful words, and then respond to the bastard with a grinding voice.

Ryan doesn't have a very sharp mouth, and he mentally thinks that Zabriel is just a coward.

No one can say what happened 10,000 years ago on the eve of the destruction of the Caliban.

However, if Zabriel, the so-called people who they don't want to betray at all, are beaten into fallen angels, then what they should do is definitely not to be a dog in a certain sector, and to do something no different from rebellion like killing the Inquisitor.

Ryan believes that Zabriel and his fighting brothers, the so-called loyal Fallen Angels, should charge the enemy and prove his loyalty to the Empire with his own blood and that of the enemy.

Besides, Zabriel really cares about his Dark Angel Army...... The battle brother who was chased by the warband, then why did he always act alone and not see other fallen angels on this planet?

Anyway, Ryan didn't say these words directly, and when he organized his words and wanted to speak, the warrior of the Burning Falcon Warband stepped forward to report something.

"The Sector has been informed of what is happening here."

"They said they would come to Karis right away and give us the reward we deserve."

After listening to the debriefing, Zabriel got up and led the group out of the underground facility and onto the surface.

When Ryan followed the others out, he noticed a battleship parked in low Earth orbit.

That battleship was completely different from the warships of the Human Empire.

In Ryan's eyes, the decoration and style are rebellious.

Soon something even more difficult for Ryan to accept happened.

When a horizontal wave of energy suddenly appeared in the empty space in front of everyone, all the Space Marines gathered together, took off their helmets and knelt on one knee in the light released by the energy.

This made Ryan even more sure that Zabriel was a lackey.

When the energy unfolded again into a rift, the three of them came out of it.

Two Oglins, one normal person.

Ryan had never seen Oglim like that - armed with extremely heavy armor, and had to have a heavy gun operated by an artillery squad embedded in the back of the armor.

It's like two dreadnoughts.

Between the two Oglin is a man in a blue uniform.

"Good evening, everyone." The man bowed to all the Space Marines, then glanced at them and suddenly saw Ryan.

Ryan glared at the man, his eyes fierce.

The man suppressed his shock at seeing the original body, saluted Ryan respectfully, and then walked over to the Space Marines who were on one knee.

"Commander Zabriel, you've done a great job, and this is the reward you deserve."

As he spoke, the man took out the ten blue cards and gave them to Zabriel.

Ryan looked at the cards, and he saw that they were supposed to be something similar to a registration card.

"Praise Tyrone two hundred and sixty worlds!" Zabriel excitedly took the card and carefully stored it in the armor storage compartment.

The man continued to hand out cards to others.

The Space Marines who cursed the persecution of the army and did not want to join the crowd basically received cards, and they were all ten.

Only the three Space Marines of the Burning Falcon returned the nine cards, leaving only one.

"The Burning Falcon Warband has only one survivor except us, and he serves on Death Watch, so we only need a registration card."

"Oh, that's a shame, maybe you can offer some other thanks, and we'll do our best."

Not only the Space Marines, but also the Elves who had been exiled by the Ark World received the cards.

Finally, the man who looked like a sector bureaucrat said a few more words of thanks, and then left with two dreadnought guards.

The way they left was the same as the way they came, teleporting away.

In Ryan's eyes, this star sector is obviously very boring.

At this point, everything is over, and the Space Marines and Eldars are gone.

After everyone had left, Zabriel stroked the storage compartment in his armor, a smile of relief on his face.

"Those cards will allow more people like you to be lackeys in the Tyrone Zone?" Ryan asked.

"No, Lord Primitive." Zabriel looked directly at Ryan and said slowly: "The card allows those who are unable to return to the Empire due to persecution by the Inquisition, and do not want to degenerate into lackeys of the dark gods, to come to the Tyrone Star Sector and have a place to live, and then these people can continue to fight for humanity and die honorably for the continuation of the human race at some point in the future." ”

Ryan was speechless.

He now understood why those Space Marines behaved like lackeys in the Sector.

They did not do so to survive on their own, but to help their brothers who were still exiled outside the empire to return to the empire.

Then those Space Marines who are in a desperate situation due to genetic seed mutations or other reasons, and who do not want to return to the Empire and do not want to be traitors, can come to Tyrone and continue to fight for humanity.

Ryan, who has just woken up, doesn't understand why a cornered space soldier like Zabriel, who is unwilling to go into chaos, has fallen to the point where he can't return to the Empire.

Shouldn't the Empire welcome these virtuous warriors?

Why were these fighters persecuted?

Ten thousand years ago, Ryan would hack to death the Space Marines who killed the Inquisitor, then storm Terra, asking questions and slashing people in front of everyone in the High Lords' Council and the Inquisition.

But after 10,000 years, Ryan only has a deeper understanding of the current state of the empire, he doesn't know what he should do now, and that urge is gone.

It's like Zabriel...... If he had faced Ryan 10,000 years ago, his head would have flown hundreds of times.

"Goodbye, Primordial." Zabriel saluted goodbye, "I'm going to bring good news to my brothers, and then let them become part of the Karis Planetary Defense Team to protect the people here." If you don't want to kill me, let me go. ”

With that, Zabriel turned and left.

Ryan followed silently.

After walking some distance, Zabriel turned to look at Ryan, "What are you going to do?" ”

Ryan was thinking about the events of 10,000 years ago on the eve of the destruction of the Caliban.

In Zabriel, he could see the qualities of a warrior who continued to fight even if he was not tolerated by the Empire and the Mother Order, and he did not believe that Zabriel would be the one who betrayed the Legion and the Primordial, otherwise he would have entered the Eye of Fear with those hateful traitors.

Ten thousand years ago, Zabriel and the other First Legion recruits raised their weapons against the Primordial Body, perhaps for another reason.

"Do you dare to swear to me? Swear by what you cherish the most. "You, Zabriel, you love humanity and the Emperor, you have never betrayed the Empire, and you and your brothers raised their arms against me ten thousand years ago just because you felt betrayed by me?" ”

"I swear to the Emperor!" Zabriel took off his helmet and nodded vigorously.

Ryan nodded in the same way: "Take me to meet your brothers." ”

"No, unless you also swear that you have never betrayed the Caliban, betrayed the Legion, betrayed humanity." Zabriel said, "I can't let my fighting brothers meet an executioner who will kill them. ”

"I swear I have never betrayed humanity and the Emperor, I attacked you 10,000 years ago only because I felt you betrayed me." Ryan said solemnly.

As the words fell, Ryan saw Zabriel burst into tears.

The Space Marine, who was older than his genetic father, had tears in his eyes at this time.

"Don't mess with these meaty things." Ryan rubbed his nose, "Take me to my other children, kid." ”

(End of chapter)