The trip was actually very unpleasant.

As the Angel Heirs tried to verify the identity of the Original, the Captain apologized to Ryan.

"The closest trading post to the Tyrone Star Zone is only here in Bal......"

"It's not Cadia again...... But that's too far. ”

"People elsewhere won't allow the Ronin traders of Tyrone to set up trading posts...... So ......"

Ryan listened silently, but his attention was not on the captain's apology, but on Calan's group.

It's a big deal.

Mephiston, the Holy Blood Angel Think Tank, arrives on the flagship on a ship, and he brings a coffin.

The angelic heirs stepped forward and worked together to open the coffin, revealing the body of St. Giles made of metal.

At first, Ryan thought it was a statue, until Mephiston began the ritual in front of him, as if calling for a soul.

Then, under Ryan's astonished gaze, the statue-like metal body emitted light.

Wings spread.

The toned body rises from the coffin.

The beautiful face looked at Ryan affectionately with a look of disbelief.

"Ryan, my brother, you're awake!"

Ryan was also shocked, but he was not good at words, and just jumped up and hugged St. Giles.

St. Giles was a little surprised, he didn't expect that it would be Ryan and not himself who took the initiative to hug.

If it was 10,000 years ago, Ryan would probably be very excited, and then pretend not to be excited, and maybe even have a bad mouth.

As a proto-body with a twisted personality, Ryan keeps a certain distance from any proto-body, and it is difficult to tell who his good friend is, and St. Giles is the relatively good one.

This has also been inherited by the Dark Angels, and their relationship with any warband is not good.

But this is no longer the case.

With the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne, the Primordial and the Imperial Truth that the Emperor fought for being abandoned, the Primordials either dead or missing, and the Empire slamming on the gas pedal downhill, Ryan would be thrilled to see Ruth.

"My brother, what's wrong with you?"

Ryan felt no warmth in his living metal body, and it was difficult for him to find the qualities that belonged to St. Giles other than the soothing gift of angels.

Even those wings don't drop their feathers.

"It's a long story." St. Giles motioned for his sons to inspect the nooks and crannies of the ship.

Ryan motioned for the crew to return to their posts, and said to the mortal warriors he had brought, "Lion guards, go and rest!" ”

"Yes, Proto." The lions, who were 1.7 meters tall per capita, walked away with their heads held high.

When there were only two prototypes left near the embarkation site, St. Giles began to tell the story of 10,000 years ago.

"At that time, my father and I fought Horus on the Spirit of Vengeance."

"I tried to wake him up."

"But he ......"

St. Giles recounted how he was killed by Horus.

His wings were torn off.

This is not a battle, but an execution, an extremely brutal execution.

That's how Horus brutally killed St. Giles.

Ryan gritted his teeth and his fists clenched, and he wished he was on the Vengeful Spirit and stabbed that filthy body before that bastard Horus could kill St. Giles.

But now it's useless to say anything.

Ryan felt great regret when he thought that he had been deceived into killing his own children in Caliban.

"The Lord of Tyrone has forged a living metal body for me." St. Giles took a step back and showed his body, "You don't know what a star god is, the bodies of those powerful material cosmic gods are made of living metal, but my body is mixed with some psionic components, so that I can live in my body." ”

"I know, brother, I know."

Ryan nodded repeatedly.

Later, in the astonished gaze of St. Giles, Ryan said that he had awakened on a planet called Karis in the Tyrone Sector, met his own heirs, and then fought with the fraudsters, and saw the Tyrone Navy pouring out of the nest and the Lord of Tyrone's scepter to crush the fraudsters.

"That guy is really powerful, can you believe it, a navy with more than 2,000 warships with an average length of thirty kilometers, an army that can transmit power armor per capita everywhere, and their leader is amazingly powerful." Ryan recalls what happened.

A worried look appeared on St. Giles' face.

Lane's character, experience, St. Giles have paid special attention to it.

The one who best understands the difference between Lane 10,000 years ago is St. Giles.

"Times have changed, brother." St. Giles placed his hand on Ryan's shoulder, as if to comfort and admonish, "The Empire needs collaborators, the Tyrone Star Region is the best partner, and the Lord of Tyrone has come up with many ways to get humanity out of the subspace navigation method, which is enough to prove that he is on the side of humanity." ”

"Don't persecute him."

"Don't doubt him either."

"I don't know if you've heard of it, but the people of the Inquisition died when they were caught in Tyrone, and it is conceivable that the Lord of Tyrone is not a submissive person."

St. Giles has a soft and pleasant voice, and the syllables of his words are soothing, and inexplicably very persuasive.

"I know he's not going to go against the grain." Ryan looked into St. Giles' eyes, "How can a true god in this world be obedient?" So I didn't escalate the conflict at the time, lest he kill me and let his army of AI and Iron Man kill Terra. ”

"Don't say that......" St. Giles shook his head.

Ryan wanted to say something, but opened his mouth and paused for two seconds, then closed his mouth again.

But at this time, in front of St. Giles, Ryan wanted to speak, wanted to confide, so he still opened his mouth and said what was in his heart.

"I know that the Lord of Tyrone is a good man, there is no doubt that even the Burning Falcon Star Marine, who was killed by the Inquisition to the point of only four people, dares to protect the Tyrone Star Sector, as long as those Burning Falcon Son Antaeus or something of the Star Marines do not rebel against humanity, and their skulls are still pure, they can be sheltered and continue to fight for humanity."

"He even shelters my sons who are called fallen angels."

"The people of that sector are like everything that we and our father have worked so hard for has been successfully established, rational, scientific, prosperous, and rich."

"But you have to be considerate of me, I have always been my father's executioner, and it is difficult for me not to look at Tyrone in his way of thinking."

"Whether they are a threat or not depends not on whether they are hostile to the Empire, but on whether they have the power to be a mortal threat."

"But I'm not going to do anything, for the sake of them getting my brother a body."

Ryan said a lot.

St. Giles wondered if it was Lane who was sentimental 10,000 years later.

All he can do is give his brother a hug and let Ryan know that he's not alone and doesn't need to be paranoid like a cat.

(End of chapter)