Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 103 Sweet Dreams

dong dong dong.

Upon noticing their arrival, the massive Dreadnought turned around, and at that moment, everyone who saw this Saturn-level Dreadnought, whether Astartes or mortals, was awestruck by its enormous size.

Commander Malakin swallowed hard. He had never seen such a large and powerful Dreadnought before, and he never expected that the support given to them by Elder Lancelot would be so formidable.

"Honorable Fearless Monk!"

"Let's go. Elder Lancelot has already gone deep into the battle."

A massive, synthesized voice emanated from the Saturn-shaped Dreadnought, while Lancelot himself sat on the throne of the orc chieftain deep within the camp.

The orc leader had been cleaved in two by the sword, and the orcs in the mist were slaughtering all the orcs from the inside. Thus, Lancelot's spirit connected with the Dreadnought and began to lead the Cryers and the mortal auxiliary forces to storm into the camp fortress from the outside.

Because the camp was modified by orcs, many of the portals and mechanisms could only be opened or closed with the help of the orcs' dark powers.

If Lancelot were to face those obstacles on his own, while the Undestructed Arc Light could cut a path through iron like mud, it would not be very efficient.

But when the mind connects to this fearless mech, and to the power of this fearless mech, any obstacle is as easy to tear apart as a wafer!

The power claws, imbued with a disintegrating force field, easily carved out a wide passageway, while the orcs' heavy vehicles were more fragile than paper in the face of the six-shot molten steel gun!

It was almost a one-sided massacre. Even the Weeping Warriors and the mortal support troops who followed the Dreadnoughts could only do some minor work and clear out some nearby grunts.

Regardless of the threat they discovered, the Dreadnoughts detected it faster and dealt with it much more quickly! Coupled with the Saturn-type Dreadnoughts' almost insane field shields, they charged into the fortress from the front with virtually no casualties!

After all, under the influence of the inviolable domain, orcs at close range can only charge up with their swords, while the firepower of orcs at a distance will be completely absorbed by the Saturn-shaped fearless shield.

Sometimes, when faced with stubborn positions, Lancelot would directly control his Saturn-type Dreadnought and teleport directly to the core of those positions!

The almost non-stop molten metal cannons can completely destroy a solid defensive line in just a few moments, and then teleport to another position to repeat the process.

The Lamenters witnessed the Dreadnought's rampage throughout the entire process. Their task was simply to clear out the remaining enemies, but in the process, all the Lamenters were clearly deeply shocked by the power of the Dreadnought.

"This fearless cultivator is too powerful! I've never heard of a fearless cultivator of this type before—and the paint scheme on him isn't the kind of battleband paint scheme we're familiar with—"

"Originally, this Dauntless might have seemed to lack mobility, but who would have thought it would be equipped with such incredible teleportation technology!"

"Speaking of which, we seem to have a few Dreadnoughts in our hangar—originally reserved for the Chapter Master—but Elder Lancelot has arrived, so the Chapter Master should be fine now—"

Several grieving soldiers quietly gathered together, talking as they cleaned up the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the battle leader Malakin, who was charging ahead and fearlessly clearing away all obstacles, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine for some reason.

With a wary look around, they discovered that a cloud of mist had suddenly spread out from a certain place.

There seemed to be figures moving within the fog, but the fog disappeared the next moment.

"What's going on?"

The warband commander became alert, but Elder Lancelot's voice rang out again.

"That's about enough. I've finished cleaning the interior, and people can come here to rest now."

Lancelot's voice sounded somewhat weary; the prolonged use of his subspace essence and psychic power had taken a heavy toll on his mind.

But at least the effort has yielded some results. The camp fortress has been largely cleared, and there's no need to worry about food. Lancelot's Space Marine basic forging templates include things like energy gels and water purification tablets.

Although the groundwater in this mining world is severely polluted by heavy metals, water purification tablets may be a relic from humanity's golden age.

Unless the pollution is too severe, dropping a piece in will quickly turn the sewage into clean water, and the impurities will settle down rapidly.

Then boil and filter it again—it should be enough to keep people from dying.

Space Marines' energy gels have such a high energy density that ordinary people would suffer from indigestion if they ate a single bite. However, once boiled in water, they become an energy drink, enough to supply a large number of civilians. The texture and taste are even similar to the fleshy texture of squid tentacles.

"Elder, you've worked hard."

Malakin, the leader of the Weeping Warriors, was deeply moved as he looked at the large amount of energy gels that Elder Lancelot had brought out. He could naturally sense that Lancelot was extremely exhausted, so he sincerely said, "Leave the rest to us."

The commander of the Malakin campaign did not know how the elder obtained these supplies or how he came to the ground from the ship, but since the elder had not told them, the Weepers were unwilling to pry into the elder's secrets.

"Okay, I'm going to take a rest."

Lancelot nodded. Although he was now known as a minor Primarch, the prolonged use of Shadow Forest was taking its toll on him, and he needed to rest and recuperate for a while.

As he said this, the Weeping One quickly prepared a safe room for Lancelot to rest in, and even arranged two guards for him.

Although Lancelot felt it was unnecessary, he couldn't refuse the weeping crowd because of their resolute expressions.

While Lancelot was resting, people from the Empire were gradually brought to this place.

The technical soldiers of the mourners set up large, clean iron pots and purified the groundwater with water purification tablets until it reached a basic drinking standard. Then, they began to heat the large iron pots with a super-powered agent and put the nutrient gel into the pots in the correct proportions.

The energy gels produced in the Lancelot template, with their high sugar content, dissolve in water. A small piece can thicken a large pot of water and fill the entire fortress with the aroma of sugar.

The aroma of victory wafted through the air, accompanied by the scent of food.

The people of the empire finally enjoyed a moment of peace. Their previous fervor cooled, and during this time they ate quietly before closing their eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

Lancelot, on the other hand, saw all of this through the vision of the Dreadnought.

A bowl of sugar water is nothing to Lancelot—but for these ordinary people of the Empire who were captured by the orcs and used as slaves, who had no supplies along the way, were skin and bones from hunger, were almost exhausted, and whose every cell was thirsting for nutrients, drinking a sip of sugar water was an indescribable happiness.

Lancelot then piloted the mech to weld back the gaps he had torn in the fortress's exterior, making the fortress sturdier before finally settling down to rest.

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