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Chapter 118 I'm Not Alone (3/5) Please Subscribe!

"And what was the final result?"

"The Empire suffered a crushing defeat, and at that time only Guilliman remained. But after the victory, the serpent demon, feeling 'bored,' voluntarily withdrew from the Eye of Terror, leaving Guilliman on the verge of death."

Lancelot paused for a moment after saying this: "Perhaps this is also why the other Primarchs left. You should know that your brother who admires perfection, Vograim of the Third Legion—he has fallen deeper than anyone else, and is therefore more dangerous than other traitors."

"Forgrim?! Damn it! That disgusting traitor, that lackey of Chaos! If he had dared to meet me back then, I would have twisted his head off! But my current situation, I don't even know myself—"

The lion roared furiously, but the ferocity in his words subsided slightly, perhaps because he realized that his current strength was no longer enough for him to utter such harsh words.

But Lancelot could sense the forest was stirring, and instead of addressing his problem, the Dark Watcher, who had been hiding nearby, suddenly appeared.

Ryan became weak because he hadn't yet mastered his power like Lancelot had.

The voices appeared in their minds. Ryan didn't know what the Dark Guardians were saying, but Lancelot understood after being reminded by them.

He was probably referring to this area of ​​ours.

Lancelot spoke thus.

"This space? What do you mean?"

"Literal meaning."

Lancelot gently placed his longsword on the ground, and then Ryan felt a surge of spiritual energy emanating from Lancelot.

This power spread, and the surrounding forest began to change—Lyan felt as if his soul was also slightly moved by this power, as if the planet he once occupied had suddenly fallen into the hands of someone else.

However, despite his feelings, the Lion King still couldn't understand the origin of that sensation. But the fog had already begun to spread, and an enormous black lion burst out of the fog and appeared behind Lancelot.

"?!"

The moment Ryan's eyes met the black lion, the feeling of looking in a mirror became even more pronounced.

At this moment, he was absolutely certain that Lancelot had once killed a First Legion Primarch who was extremely similar to himself, and that this black lion was the power that Lancelot had carved out from that opponent.

"But what exactly is this?!"

Lancelot did not answer immediately, but looked at Ryan in front of him and brought up something else.

"Lion, you should know that every human soul has a projection in the Warp, and psykers are torches in the Warp. That's why psykers are so dangerous, because the light of their souls easily attracts the attention of demons."

"Based on this, haven't you considered what kind of projection your existence would have in the Warp, as Primarchs created by the Emperor?"

Lancelot looked at Ryan in front of him and said softly, "Do you know what the Emperor is in the Warp? He is a cold, dark sun. Most of the descriptions in the Holy Word of the Imperial State Church are false, but one thing is beyond doubt."

"An emperor can indeed become a god, and his offspring should rightfully be demigods in the warp."

Lancelot looked at Ryan before him, at the first Primarch, a true creation of the Emperor: "But I am not advocating the legitimacy of Horus's rebellion. The Emperor, before even ascending to godhood, ventured into the depths of the Warp, a place even the Four Gods dared not easily tread, and obtained 20 portions of Warp Essence from it."

"He created you based on these qualities, and from any perspective, this gift of His to His offspring is precious enough. You are born gods; it just depends on whether you are willing to accept the power within your souls, the power that grows ever larger with faith."

"And during these 1 years of slumber, Ryan, your body has gradually aged with time, but your soul has instinctively begun to protect itself in this situation. Your warp nature has subtly awakened, thus forming this shadowy forest that exists independently of the real universe and the warp."

Lancelot spoke thus, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the dense forest returned to its former state, and this space once again returned to Ryan's control.

"How can I master this power, and what is its purpose?"

The Lion King was clearly still brooding over the headbutt he had received, so much so that he selectively ignored Lancelot's earlier statement that the Emperor was a god, which was completely contrary to the imperial truth that the Emperor had once advocated.

"In the forest, follow your nature; do not completely reject its power, but do not completely accept it either. Selectively accept it."

Lancelot looked at the lion king before him and said, "Unless you want to look like Corax."

"Corax? You mean Corax isn't dead yet?!" The Lion King was startled. This news suddenly cheered him up. The grief he felt when he heard the news of Felus, Corax, and Sanguiles' deaths seemed to be relieved a little in this instant.

"Yes, but your brother has fully embraced his warp essence. He has ascended to godhood in the warp, almost abandoning his mortal body."

Lancelot sighed and shook his head. The Guardian System records secrets that can affect the physical universe, but the whereabouts of the Lord of the Ravens were not recorded as a secret because he had truly abandoned almost everything in the physical universe.

From that moment on, he no longer belonged to the physical universe. He became extremely powerful, but at the cost of no longer being able to appear in human form in the material universe.

Once he returns to the warp, his desire to reappear in the physical universe is like that of a demon, requiring him to break through the veil of the real universe.

"That's definitely not what I want to see." The Lion King nodded slightly as he listened to Lancelot's description. "I will use this power very carefully, and I will maintain my connection with the real universe."

"You're different now, Ryan."

Lancelot sighed, "You used to be headstrong and acted alone, like a young hunter going about his business recklessly. But time and failures have given you valuable experience. Remember, only a seasoned hunter can truly return with a full load in the dense forest."

"I will remember your advice." The Lion King changed the subject: "I have one last question, which is that you seem to know us very well, and your existence also feels very strange to me. What exactly is your relationship with us, and with the Emperor?"

"My relationship with the Emperor? To be precise, I'm a remnant from the ancient Terra era."

Lancelot looked at Ryan before him, then gently placed his hand on his chest, feeling the two hearts beating within him. Lancelot continued, "As for the familiarity you feel with me, perhaps it's because my chest contains the hearts of two Primarchs, the hearts of your brothers and sisters."

"Brothers and sisters? I had no idea that there were women among the Primarchs created by the Emperor."

The Lion King frowned, realizing the hidden message in Lancelot's words.

You'll find out later.

Lancelot smiled slightly, and then the surrounding mist began to surge around him. The conversation with the Primarch did not need to be too complicated. After explaining the general situation, all that was needed was a brief mention, and the Primarch would understand what to do with his intelligence.

"Guilliman has awakened and will launch a massive expedition. The traitors' attention is on him, but they don't know that you have awakened."

"You will have some time to regroup your troops. Believe me, as long as you are truly willing to act with sincerity, even the fallen angels will heed your request."

"I can also tell you that your warp abilities allow you to lead an entire army across the distances of time and space to any location in the galaxy—now you only need to follow your heart, and it will guide you wherever you want to go."

"I look forward to our next reunion."

Lancelot looked at Ryan in front of him: "Oh, right, I impersonated you before. I told the Dark Angels that you would only officially return after they had defeated the Space Wolves 13 times in a row in the duel. If possible, I hope you won't interfere with this well-intentioned lie."

"A 13-game winning streak against Lemanus's barbaric offspring? That's to be expected. If they can't even do that, then the Dark Angels need a complete overhaul and a fresh start!"

Ryan was slightly taken aback at first, but upon hearing about the confrontation with the wolves, he instinctively answered.

Lancelot smiled and nodded slightly, then the mist completely enveloped him and took him away.

Ryan's gaze returned to the vast, dense forest.

His thoughts returned, and he sensed something waiting for him—whether it was his father, the source of his so-called awakened power, or his offspring—an indescribable crisis or opportunity.

But his mind began to replay every detail of his meeting with Lancelot: from his initial declaration that he was the Lord of Dark Angels, to his later change of heart and claim to be the Lord of Fallen Angels; from the longsword engraved with his name to the power that was identical to his own; to the subsequent beating of his brothers' and sisters' hearts within his chest—

Everything was shrouded in mystery. The lion thought he knew far too many secrets about humans, but now, in front of this creature, those secrets seemed utterly insignificant.

Because the secrets he knew were almost all secrets that could lead to the collapse of humanity, but all the secrets about Lancelot seemed to gleam with a golden luster, giving people a sense of hope! A hope that could inspire people!

There is still hope.

The lion puffed out its chest and looked into the distance. Even in decay, the empire still existed, a place of reason and hope, striving for the future of humanity. In this vast galaxy, there was still a Great Wall of human civilization that could repel the darkness.

He was about to take action, but before he did, his heart was still filled with a myriad of emotions, and these emotions ultimately—

But it fell on someone who shouldn't have—

Robert.

I am not alone.

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