Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 117 True Feelings Revealed (2/5) Requesting monthly votes!

Kill Ryan.

Lancelot was not joking.

The Dark Angels in another world faced a similar predicament. Lancelot, as their King of Knights, also bore the weight of their faith. So, when he mentioned Caliban's past to Ryan, it seemed to be because of Primarch Anglona's heart combined with the blood of the Dark Angels.

Lancelot was able to empathize with the fallen angels very clearly, as if he were there himself, returning to the day when the dark angel homeworld Caliban was destroyed.

Lancelot could understand the despair and grief of those Dark Angels recruits when their Primarchs ruthlessly attacked them, and this despair and grief should never be ignored.

So Lancelot raised his longsword, his gaze calmly fixed on the Primarch before him, while the surrounding forest seemed to shift wildly at that moment.

At that moment, Ryan's pupils dilated slightly. He sensed a power in Lancelot that was almost identical to his own! And he saw the phantom of his father in Lancelot!

Through the emperor's phantom image, Ryan saw a scene that left him utterly shocked.

That was Lancelot, or more simply, Lancelot whose entire body was almost completely burned to a crisp. He wielded a flaming longsword from below and killed on the spot someone who looked almost ninety percent like him.

What he said was by no means unreal.

He had already accomplished the feat of killing the First Legion Primarch once before, with the Emperor's help—Lynn didn't know how Lancelot had done it, but now was undoubtedly the time to make a choice.

In my current weakened state, I am truly capable of being killed by the person in front of me.

But the premise for him to kill himself is that he has abandoned his responsibilities as the Primarch, that he will no longer fight for humanity, and that he will not regret the things he has done.

As a noble lion king, how could Ryan possibly shirk his responsibilities to others?

Even if the person in front of me seems to be able to replace me.

Having experienced the Horus Rebellion, Ryan had come to a profound understanding that omnipotence was unrealistic. Therefore, Ryan began to understand, or perhaps accept, his own shortcomings.

His stubborn pride has led him to witness the galaxy being torn apart.

History has once again taught him a profound lesson in unity, and Ryan will never repeat the same mistake.

I swear.

He solemnly swore that he would shoulder his responsibilities, whether positive or negative.

Ten thousand years have passed, and he seems to have a lot to learn now. The Lord of Fallen Angels before him—or rather, the Lord of Dark Angels—may know more than any human in this world.

Upon hearing his affirmative answer, Lancelot gently withdrew the undamaged lake light and then spoke up, saying, "Ryan, you have been asleep for ten thousand years and have missed far too many things."

"But thankfully, at this crucial juncture in the future, I found you and awakened you." Lancelot nodded gently. "Just as I said, humanity still has hope, but we must fight for it together."

"I understand, Lancelot."

The lion said solemnly, "But I must know my current situation, what exactly has happened to me. Perhaps I was stronger before. But as the Primarch, I shouldn't feel weak, so what am I now? And what about the Empire? How are my brothers? How are my legions?"

Ryan bombarded Lancelot with questions, then said meaningfully, "Now the Imperial State Religion holds absolute dominance. In the Dark Ages, billions upon billions of Imperial subjects worshipped you and the Emperor as gods. They were as fanatical and foolish as the Word Bearers of that time, but this faith sustained the Empire for ten thousand years in an era without Primarchs—"

Lancelot began to speak, and clear figures of mist emerged from the surrounding dense forest. He was using these mists to recreate what he knew from his memory before the Lion King.

When those ignorant beings appeared before him, the lion closed his eyes in anguish: "How could our empire have come to this?"

"After the siege of Terra, I asked myself if the price of this so-called victory had been too high. Now I begin to doubt whether we have truly won—where are my brothers! Where are they! How could they have allowed this to happen!"

"Because they are powerless to change anything, or rather, this is the best option available now."

Lancelot said calmly, "The Empire has never won the Horus Rebellion; everything has simply returned to square one."

"The Emperor severely damaged the four gods. He sat on the Golden Throne, receiving the blessing of humanity's faith for ten thousand years. Through the Golden Throne, he endured the greatest torture in the entire universe, suppressing his path to godhood, and giving humanity a final chance to breathe."

"But the Four Gods will not allow the Empire to accumulate power; the existence of the Primarch is the greatest connection between the Warp and the real universe."

"Your brothers, Chagatai Khan and Lemanrus—even Rogdorn and Vulcan, may have sensed this thing."

"To avoid bringing even greater disaster to the Empire, they had to choose to leave and seek their own power within themselves. For ten thousand years, the Lord of Fire Dragons briefly appeared and resolved the crisis when the Empire faced the Greenskin Empire that had invaded the Solar System. The only one still in people's sight—perhaps only Robert Guilliman."

"Damn Guilliman!"

Upon hearing that name, Ryan's initial grief was instantly replaced by a surge of rage: "He always thinks others are incompetent! What has he been doing?! He kept saying he wanted to preserve the last spark of humanity, wanting us to build some second empire with him! But now that the empire is down to just him, is he powerless to do anything about it?!"

"Damn it! I should have killed Macurag the first time he attacked me! Why! Why couldn't it have been him who died, instead of Saint Gilles?!"

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Lancelot glanced at the Lion King, who seemed to be genuinely expressing his feelings: "Because Guilliman later faced off against Vograim, who had become a slave to the evil god. You know Guilliman's fighting ability. The outcome of that battle was that Guilliman was severely injured and almost died, lying in the static field for a full ten thousand years."

The Lion King was suddenly speechless. Lancelot was stating the facts, but to the Lion King, it sounded as if the fallen angel was mocking him for being unconscious during his battle with his adoptive father, Luther.

For a Primarch—that's too beneath him.

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