Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 113 Children of the Forest

There seemed to be some heated argument among the Dark Watchers, but then they took a small step back and retreated into the mist, where they observed Lancelot.

Is this a way for me to reaffirm my identity?

Lancelot shook his head slightly, and his warp essence expanded in an instant, merging into the mist around the Dark Watchers. Then, Lancelot took a step forward and arrived in a dense forest that seemed familiar yet somewhat different.

Lancelot took out the Space Stone again. The Emperor's Blood combined with the Space Stone seemed to provide Lancelot with a guiding light, and a beam of light flew out of the Emperor's Blood into the distance.

Lancelot followed the band of light and slowly walked into the dense forest.

Soon, he saw a magnificent building appear in the distance.

The cut and trimmed stone was used to build a dark blue-gray rock structure with bright spots that shimmered on it. It wasn't actually that big, but in Lancelot's eyes, it felt very solid.

This is a fortress designed to keep out unwanted people and protect the people and treasures within from danger. But for an outsider like Lancelot, its most important function is to instill a sense of powerlessness in him, just like this.

Looking at the ancient castle in the forest, Lancelot probably knew where he was.

The Shadow Forest, which is Lancelot's own subspace essence, is not actually a complete entity; at most, it can only generate a continuous forest space.

However, because he is not in his complete form, combined with Lancelot's inviolable domain and cognitive immunity, Lancelot is able to devour and kill any creatures that enter his forest and use them for his own purposes.

But now this shadowy forest space is different.

Lancelot reached out and stroked the giant trees beside him. These trees were huge and majestic, and their thick trunks were so thick that it would be difficult for even six people to encircle them with their arms, let alone one or two people.

The dense shadows cast by the tree trunk are the rough, cracked bark, acting as a form of camouflage, beneath which lie these sturdy,

Twisted, prickly things strangle each other, vying for space and light, like neglected children at the feet of adults.

The soil where plants grow is black and fertile; it doesn't seem like a virtual plane constructed using the essence of subspace, but rather a complete world.

This is the Lion King's mental world.

Lancelot followed the guidance of the Emperor's Blood and walked in one direction until he arrived in front of the building. Before him was a wide and calm body of water. Standing on the shore, Lancelot looked at the ship floating in the distance.

The boat was small, but there was enough space for one person, and there was indeed one person sitting inside.

That was a king.

Lancelot watched the man from a distance.

His cheeks were sunken, his limbs thin and pale, and his long gray hair was lifeless and disheveled. However, on his gray head was a crown, though it was just a simple gold circle, it was undoubtedly a royal crown.

Lancelot watched him from afar, and at that same moment, he also saw Lancelot, and he saw the gleaming golden blood in Lancelot's hand.

At that moment, Lancelot also saw terrifying shadows in the water, enormous shadows circling the small boat in concentric circles. They neither took the bait nor overturned the vessel the angler was sitting in.

But regardless of the outcome, you can anticipate disastrous consequences, both for the king and for the shadows beneath the surface.

When you learn the true identity of this king of fishing, you will know that the person sitting on the boat at this moment is not just a king, but also a pitch-black sun powerful enough to evaporate this pond.

The shadows dared not make a move, nor did the old king. Even from a distance, Lancelot knew that he was badly injured; he could smell the faint scent of blood from afar.

The king's blood was dripping into the water, drop by drop. Perhaps it was the blood that attracted the shadows here, or perhaps the shadows had always lingered here.

At that moment, as the golden blood appeared in Lancelot's hand, some of the things in the shadows surged toward Lancelot.

But before they could even get close to Lancelot, they ran into some kind of impenetrable wall, unable to cross it, and could only linger around Lancelot, just as they had been eyeing the old king menacingly before.

Lancelot looked at the old king in the distance and recalled the words the young emperor had spoken to him. The emperor had long since broken into countless personalities, like a machine. He was now unable to react much to the outside world, even though he held the emperor's blood in his hands.

All he could do was look at Lancelot, his gaze merely a reminder to Lancelot to move toward a more important goal.

Lancelot understood slightly, got up and left the fishing king, continuing towards the forest. Finally, Lancelot saw the figure with closed eyes in the center of the forest.

"Ryan Al Johnson".

Lancelot softly uttered the name of the Primarch of this world, who was loyal to him. The being before him was not the Black Lion he had banished from another world, but the truly noble Lion King.

But now, his once handsome face, with its chiseled features, has been etched with wrinkles by the passage of time.

That once proud and magnificent golden hair has become very light, its color mottled, with strands fading into gray.

Thick, large and small beards covered the lower half of his face, revealing only his lips. Ten thousand years had passed. Unlike Robert Guilliman, who was in a static position, the Lion King's body had truly undergone the erosion of time.

Although lifespan is not a major factor for Primarch-level beings, this ten thousand years of slumber has ultimately left indelible marks on his soul.

The true leader of the First Legion.

Lancelot looked at the sleeping being before him, and inwardly he was already marveling at the Primarch's imposing figure.

When he encountered the dark angels of this universe, he needed to use the nature of the warp to distort his form and obscure his existence in order to disguise himself as the Primarch.

But Lion King Ryan was different; he only needed to appear there quietly.

It is true that he is the Lord of Dark Angels from another world, but there will always be only one leader among the Dark Angels of this universe, and no one can shake the Lion King's authority in this universe.

Although he was tyrannical and domineering ten thousand years ago, which led to many unnecessary tragedies, time may have given this lion king a chance to reflect and mature.

Lancelot looked at the Primarch in front of him.

This time, Lancelot's feelings about awakening the Primarch were completely different from the last time. Last time, Lancelot was just an ordinary Astartes, but now, he also carries an army of Dark Angels on his shoulders, so his gaze is filled with scrutiny.

Looking at the lion before him, Lancelot gazed at Ryan El-Johnson with the eyes of a Dark Angel Lord looking at another Dark Angel Lord!

"It's time to wake up, child of the forest!"

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