Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

Lion King Lion, the leader of the first legion.

This once extremely irritable original character has now changed drastically. He can even gnash his teeth after listening to Zabriel's extremely disrespectful words, and then respond to this bastard with a grinding voice.

Ryan is not very sharp-tongued, and he thinks that Zabriel is just a coward who is just trying to survive.

No one can tell what happened on the eve of Caliban's destruction ten thousand years ago.

However, if people like Zabriel, who they do not want to betray at all, are beaten into fallen angels, then what they should do is definitely not to be dogs in a certain star region and kill the inquisitors, which has nothing to do with rebellion. What a difference.

Ryan believed that Zabriel should go with his battle brothers, the so-called loyalist Fallen Angels, to charge against the enemy and prove their loyalty to humanity and the Empire with their own blood and the blood of their enemies.

Moreover, if Zabriel really cares about his battle brothers who are being hunted down by the Dark Angel Army... chapter, then why does he always act alone without seeing other Fallen Angels on this planet?

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

"The sector has been informed of what happened here."

"They said they would come to Karis immediately and give us the rewards we deserve."

After listening to the report, Zabriel stood up and led everyone out of the underground facility and onto the ground.

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

That battleship is completely different from the battleships of the Human Empire.

In Lane's eyes, its decoration and style reveal rebellion.

Soon something even more difficult for Ryan to accept happened.

When a horizontal energy suddenly appeared in the empty space in front of everyone, all the space warriors gathered together, took off their helmets and knelt down in front of the light released by the energy.

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

When the energy expanded again and turned into a crack, three people walked out of it.

Two Ogryns, one normal person.

Ryan had never seen Ogryn like that - it was armed with extremely thick armor, and a heavy artillery piece operated by an artillery team had to be embedded in the back of the armor.

It's like two Dreadnoughts.

Between the two Ogryns was 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 stared at the man with fierce eyes.

The man suppressed the shock of seeing the original body, saluted respectfully to Lion, and then walked towards the Space Marines who were kneeling on one knee.

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

With that said, the man took out ten blue cards and gave them to Zabriel.

Ryan looked at the cards and found that they should be something similar to registration cards.

"Praise to Tyrone Two Hundred and Sixty Worlds!" Zabriel excitedly took the card and carefully stored it in the armor storage compartment.

The man continued handing out cards to the others.

Those Space Marines who were persecuted in the Cursed Founding Army and were unwilling to join in the chaos basically received the cards, and there were also ten of them.

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

"The Burning Falcon Chapter has only one survivor besides us, and he serves in the Death Watch, so all we need is a registration card."

"Oh, that's really a pity. Maybe you can put forward some other conditions of gratitude, and we will try our best to satisfy them."

Not only the Space Marines, but also the Eldar who were exiled from the Craftworld also received cards.

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

Leave the same way they came, teleport away.

In Ryan's eyes, there is obviously something fishy about this star region.

At this point, everything was over, and the Space Marines and Eldar left one after another.

After everyone left, Zabriel touched the storage compartment on the armor with a relieved smile on his face.

"Those cards will allow more people like you to serve as lackeys in the Tyrone Sector?" Ryan asked.

"No, Lord Primarch." 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 Tribunal and do not want to degenerate into the lackeys of the dark gods to come to Talon. Star sector, have a safe place, and then these people can continue to fight for humanity, and at some time in the future, die gloriously for the continuation of the human race.”

Ryan was speechless.

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

They are not doing it to survive on their own, but to help their brothers who are still living outside the empire return to the empire.

Then those Space Marines who are in dire straits due to gene seed mutation or other reasons, who can neither return to the Empire nor want to be traitors, can come to Talon and continue to fight for humanity.

Ryan, who had just woken up, didn't understand why Space Marines like Zabriel, who were desperate and unwilling to surrender, fell into a situation where they could not return to the Empire.

Shouldn't the empire welcome these noble warriors?

Why were these soldiers persecuted?

The Llane from 10,000 years ago would have hacked these Space Marines who killed the Inquisitors to death, then stormed Terra, questioning and hacking them in front of everyone in the High Lords Council and the Inquisition.

But ten thousand years later, Ryan just had a deeper understanding of the current situation of the empire. He didn't know what he should do now. That impulse was gone.

Just like Zabriel...if he had faced Ryan ten thousand years ago, his head would have flown hundreds of times.

"Goodbye, Primarch." Zabriel said goodbye, "I am going to deliver good news to my brothers, and then let them become part of the Karis Planetary Defense Force and protect the people here. If you don't want to Kill me, then let me go.”

After saying that, Zabriel turned and left.

Ryan followed silently.

After walking a certain distance, Zabreel turned to look at Ryan: "What do you want to do?"

Ryan was thinking about what happened on the eve of Caliban's destruction ten thousand years ago.

From Zabriel, he could see the character of a warrior who continued to fight even if he was not tolerated by the empire and the mother group. He did not believe that Zabriel would be the one who betrayed the Legion and the original body, otherwise he would He had already entered the Eye of Terror with those hateful traitors.

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

"Do you dare to swear to me? Swear to the thing you hold most dear." Lion said, "You, Zabriel, you love humanity and the Emperor, you have never betrayed the Empire, you and your brothers are ten thousand You raised weapons against me years ago just because you felt betrayed by me?"

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

Ryan nodded equally: "Take me to see your brothers."

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

"I swear that I have never betrayed humanity or the Emperor. Ten thousand years ago, I attacked you just because I felt that you betrayed me." Ryan said seriously.

After the words fell, Ryan saw Zabriel's eyes filled with tears.

Tears filled the eyes of this Space Marine, who was older than his genetic father.

"Don't do such stupid things." Ryan rubbed his nose, "Take me to meet my other heirs, kid."