Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 102 Hope Remains (5/5)

Did I not expect this to trigger the keeper's secret records?

Moreover, he has only formed an orc warband of 800 people so far. If the orcs in the mist become larger and have more and more influence on the galaxy in the future, will it trigger multiple records?

Lancelot thought to himself, then looked at the reward he would receive after this secret record.

Automatic environmental modification tillage machine.

A luxurious toy designed to satisfy citizens' agritourism needs during humanity's golden age, it utilizes molecular recombination technology to create suitable arable soil on even the most challenging planets, and comes equipped with seed improvement tools to accelerate crop growth.

It's actually a good tool for farming.

Lancelot took it out and glanced at it. It looked like a huge steamroller, but since it wasn't of any use for the time being, Lancelot put it back into his storage space.

At this moment, the Lamenter led the people of the Empire to hold out in the mines. With the death of the orc warlord Skargol, the orc attacks began to recede like a tide.

The reason is quite simple: the orcs' rule was probably achieved by layering things down.

As the most ordinary orc lad, the lad obeys the leader, the leader obeys the leader's leader, and so on. The reason the orcs keep attacking the Weeping Ones who are holding out in a strategic location is because of orders from their leader, Skargol.

But now that Skargo is dead, the orc leaders, without their warlords, immediately think of taking over the leadership themselves! So naturally, they won't waste their forces on sieges!

The Weepers also discovered this thing. The orcs were in turmoil, so they had to come out of the mines and start receiving news from the outside world.

And this moment.

The fleet battle in space has essentially ended, and the Weeping Ones' flagship has returned to the planet's orbit.

"As expected of an elder, he accomplished what we couldn't with ease! The green-skinned orcs have suddenly descended into civil war! They seem to be fighting over who is their leader!"

"It seems that decapitation is the best option for dealing with these aliens. As long as their orc leader is killed, these greenskins will fall into internal strife on their own."

"The interstellar communication has become clearer! The Imperial fleet next door is heading our aid!"

"Elder Lancelot has arrived! Victory is ours! If only the elder could always protect us!"

Cheers erupted from the Weeping Ones' sonic array system, and the Weeping Ones' Chapter Leader, Malakin, heard the jumbled chatter in the channel. His spirits soared, but he frowned at the somewhat naive ideas of some of his comrades and reprimanded them, "You lot, keep your heads down!"

"What is the Elder's status! We have suffered heavy losses again this time, so many brothers were injured and killed, so many people of the Empire have been harmed. Now the Elder has bought us a chance to catch our breath, don't think that everything is over!"

"We urgently need all kinds of supplies. The people of the Empire are in dire need of supplies. We need clean food and water! Go and bring out all the supplies from the flagship!"

Commander Malakin quickly issued various orders, and at this moment, listening to the communications of the Weeping Ones, Lancelot also understood that the Weeping Ones had not been misled by the so-called honor of the past, and still adhered to their friendship with mortals.

Lancelot was pleased, and in this relief, the fatigue from using the power of the subspace essence for a long time seemed to become unimportant.

Fog appeared near the defensive line that the Weepers had built around the mine. Lancelot quickly scanned the surroundings and found a good campsite.

That place appears to have originally been a settlement on this mining planet. It covers a large area and is structured somewhat like a hive city, capable of accommodating a large population. It was also a stronghold of a Greenskin leader and has been transformed into a massive camp fortress.

Although the orcs inside have strong firepower, as long as their defenses can be breached, that camp can become a temporary camp for the refugees.

Since that's the case, I can launch a joint attack with the Lamenters. I can go directly inside and behead the orc leader of the war gang, while the Lamenters and other combat-capable people can launch a frontal attack.

However, the camp has been modified by the orcs to be very sturdy. With the firepower of the Weeping Ones, even if they create enough turmoil inside, it will be difficult for them to break through the thick fortifications outside the camp.

If that's the case—

Then let the professional demolition office handle it.

Lancelot reached out and took out the Saturn-shaped Dreadnought, which was connected to his soul.

During the last battle against Black Lion, Lancelot's consciousness entered into Fearless's body once. Since then, although Lancelot can no longer multitask between his main body and the mecha, he can finally switch between them very freely.

Once I've beheaded the orc leader, the remaining mopping-up work can be left to the orc lads and the lamenters, while the assault phase can be handled by the fearless.

Thinking this way.

Lancelot then directly connected to the Weeping Ones' sound channel: "Chaptermaster Malakin, the orcs on this planet are currently in civil war, but the people of the Empire need safe and spacious places to rest."

"I've found an orc stronghold near you. It used to be a residential area for this mining region, but the orcs have since modified it. I'm going to storm in and behead the orc leader on the other side."

"I need your support from the outside. Don't worry, I will provide you with sufficient assistance."

"Please convey my message to all the people of the Empire who perished."

"Hope remains."

Lancelot's voice echoed in the ears of the weeping crowd. It was a voice so calm and so earnest, yet it made all the weeping crowd grip their guns tightly.

At this moment, the commander of the Malakin battle group also took off his helmet.

He turned to look at the people of the empire behind him.

"Hurry! Anyone who can still move, hurry and pile the stones here to build a defensive line! We need to prepare for the upcoming orc attack!"

"We won't die here, the God-Emperor is protecting us!"

"The angels of the God-King protect us! Even if we die, we will die in glory!"

The hunched-over people are working hard. They look so weak and short, but they are their own kind. Astartes' towering figure also evolved from such a weak posture.

And they are still fighting.

The Weeping Ones stood alongside the mortals for over a month, and in this respect, the will of all the mortals who persevered was perhaps even stronger than that of the Space Marines.

Now, their perseverance has finally paid off.

Malakin reversed and expanded the sound array system, playing Elder Lancelot's words with the maximum sound wave!

The mines on the mining planet are actually very complex; otherwise, they could not possibly accommodate millions of people. Relying solely on the cryer's helmet to broadcast his voice, although not everyone could hear Lancelot's words, his will could continue to spread in people's hearts.

The people who were reinforcing the defenses stopped, stood up, and looked toward the source of the sound.

"Please tell all the fallen people of the Empire that hope still remains."

"Is there still hope?"

"Hope remains!"

"Hope remains!"

The words, carried by the waves of voices, gradually spread to the deepest part of the mine!

Although the closer they got to the depths, the fainter the light at the exit became in their eyes, the slogan of hope spread like flames from front to back! Those people of the empire who had been in despair, who had been numb, and who had almost no strength left in their bodies still stood up!

Humans are not born to live in caves.

Even if some people are born in a cave, once they have seen the vast sky outside, even if they are brought back into the cave, they will want to go out of the cave as long as they have the opportunity and hope!

So, let's begin our journey.

The commander of the Malakin campaign led the remaining hundred or so Astartes out of the cave first.

They then split into two forces. One force stayed behind to guard the area, while the other, with Imperial soldiers still capable of fighting, acted as an advance force and began using vehicles to head towards the rendezvous point that Lancelot had marked for them.

That place held the support left behind by Elder Lancelot, and when the Weepers arrived there at breakneck speed by motorcycle, the sight of the steel behemoth before them was awe-inspiring.

That was a fearless mech.

When the incredibly wide shoulder armor, the terrifying power claws, and the six-barreled molten cannons appeared before his eyes, the eyes of the Weeping Ones' Chapter Master, Malakin, trembled incessantly.

Then, only one word flashed through his mind.

Indestructible.

I never expected that the support Lancelot mentioned would actually come from a powerful and fearless monk!