Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 111 Father?!

The fog suddenly spread!

The Unforgivable Ones, who were already on edge, were now stretched to their limit when they found themselves suddenly enveloped in mist.

They obtained some information about this mist by consuming the organizations of those orcs. In the orcs' memories, this mist was the vehicle used by the Mist Boss to conquer the world!

Within this fog, there are fearless green-skinned boys.

The mysterious fog swept across almost all the orc camps on the planet, but it never attacked human settlements.

Initially, the psionic think tank among the Unforgivables speculated that this was probably a psionic technique, likely related to the secrets hidden by the Weeping Ones. However, after actually making contact, the psionic think tank realized that they had oversimplified the matter.

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Our communication signals and psionic energy have all been cut off! I can't contact the outside world, and I can't even use my psionic energy!"

"Have they spotted us?!"

"Retreat! Retreat! We need to get out of this foggy area!"

Unforgivable. They had just finished a simple exchange and wanted to retreat quickly, but when they turned around, what they saw was a scene that filled them with despair.

The original industrial tunnels have disappeared.

All the lights have also disappeared.

Before them lay a deep, dense forest shrouded in thick fog. The trees stood before them, like figures in the fog, watching them and surrounding them completely.

"How could this be—"

"Why does this place give me such an inexplicable sense of familiarity and closeness?!"

"Watch out! Stay calm! This could very well be some kind of mind control tactic!"

The communication channels of the Unforgivables flashed incessantly, with rapid conversations and analyses taking place among them, yet they remained silent to the outside world.

Unfortunately, their encrypted communications were completely cracked by Lancelot.

Lancelot named the armor he wore "Demon Sealer" because it was equipped with some unimaginable technologies. Lancelot had not yet fully mastered it, but there was no doubt that this armor was technologically far superior to the encrypted communication used by the Unforgiven.

Thus, Lancelot quietly observed this squad of unforgivables.

Deep within the fog, the Black Lion stood beside Lancelot, watching the Dark Angels before them. They were so close, less than 5 meters apart, yet even the most perceptive warrior could not detect Lancelot's presence.

At that moment, Lancelot was thinking about how to deal with these guys, but after much deliberation, he decided to give them a beating first.

And so, with a thought, the mist dissipated slightly, and Lancelot's figure appeared not far in front of them.

At that moment, the dark angels, who were already in a state of stress, almost instantly detected Lancelot's presence and opened fire on him without hesitation!

Their weapons were extremely sophisticated, with terrifyingly powerful explosive guns and plasma weapons unleashed towards Lancelot. The entire squad also spread out, forming a pincer movement to encircle Lancelot!

The gunfire instantly spread out in a ring, but Lancelot stood there motionless. All the bullets fired at him, no matter the angle, twisted towards the shield in his hand.

The bombs and plasmas struck Lancelot's Imperial Cross Shield without causing a ripple, but then the Unforgivables switched tactics, throwing stun grenades at Lancelot one after another.

In response, Lancelot finally took action.

Lancelot reached out and gently grasped the sword. The Unforgivables couldn't see how the gleaming longsword appeared in Lancelot's hand, but they knew that the moment the sword appeared, the moment Lancelot held it, an indescribable resonance resonated deep within their genes.

The resonance was so strong that even the most resolute and unforgiving person was almost stunned into a blankness in their heart at this moment. It was at this instant that Lancelot moved. Its presence suddenly left several blurry shadows in the mist and dense forest, followed by a tearing sound like an explosion in the air.

The next moment, as the crisp sound of a sword rang out, Lancelot swept past the six unforgivables with fluid grace. Their weapons were instantly sliced ​​open by the sharp longsword, and the helmets on each of their faces were shattered by the precise sword light!

Then, the last image in the memories of all the unforgivables was of the person in front of them striking them with the blade of a sword.

This seemed to happen several times in an instant, as all the Unforgivables were blasted toward the same center, their shoulders colliding, before being quickly bound and entangled by vines.

Everything happened in a very short time. An entire squad of twelve Unforgivables, who even dared to infiltrate the most mysterious prison beneath the Golden Throne, was now disarmed and bound together in front of Lancelot like an old man playing with children.

Even when faced with such an unimaginably powerful enemy, the Unforgivables stared blankly at Lancelot before them.

Gazing at Lancelot's blurred figure in the mist, feeling the resonance within their bloodline, sensing the spiritual connection, finally, one of the bound dark angels couldn't help but speak: "Father?!"

The sound echoed through the dense forest!

Lancelot looked at the unforgivable one before him, his brows furrowing slightly.

They actually mistook him for their father.

However—this is also reasonable in a way.

After all, he possessed half of the subspace essence of the Lyon isomorph from another world, so in this environment, impersonating the Father of the First Legion would leave almost no flaws.

"It's not the right time yet."

Lancelot calmly looked at the unforgivable individuals before him: "You should leave."

Lancelot activated his warp nature, and the shadowy forest suddenly began to expand, eventually extending to a plain.

At that moment, the vines binding the Unforgivables disappeared, but they all stared at Lancelot in the distance through the mist and knelt down without hesitation.

"Lion!"

"Father of Genetics! Why is this? Why do you refuse to see your offspring? Is it because we are guilty that you no longer wish to lead us?"

A wail arose from the mouth of the Unforgivable One. Lancelot looked at the warriors before him, who were undoubtedly the elite of the elite. Even though they mistook Lancelot for their father, their words carried an indescribable sense of humility and self-loathing.

If it were the volatile lion king from ten thousand years ago, he might have dismissed this with disdain, considering his offspring to be too weak.

But what appeared before them was not a lion, but Lancelot. Looking at them, at these warriors, Lancelot disliked seeing these resilient men, now showing weakness because of family ties, before him. So, Lancelot simply took a deep breath and calmly said, "I will return! But not yet. The time of the lion has not yet come. On this land, I still have some enemies I must face. When the true opportunity arises, I will appear!"

Lancelot said this, while also drawing on the legend of the Space Wolves and becoming a riddle-maker.

But when the Unforgivables heard Lancelot's words, they felt their hearts pounding uncontrollably!

"Father! What exactly is that Hour of the Lion?!"

One unforgivable person, still unable to contain his emotions, said the following.

Lancelot glanced back at him one last time. Drawing inspiration from the words of the Space Wolf Lemanus, and drawing on the cultural ties between the Dark Angels and the Space Wolves, Lancelot casually remarked, "The moment is almost here. After you bring this message back to the Great Rock, and after the Dark Angels have achieved their thirteenth consecutive, honorable victory against the Space Wolves, I will return!"