Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

A meager gift?!

Even Malakin's superhuman brain was stunned at this moment.

Putting aside how Lancelot managed to carry such a huge amount of equipment around and fill the armory, can these items really be considered a "meager gift"?

"This...this is far too valuable!"

Malakin swallowed hard.

All the equipment in front of them was brand new, so perfect that it could be enshrined in the temple of the Mechanicus, and there was almost no deviation. Each piece was like a replica!

This reminded him of a creation from the mythical era, namely the STC forging template!

Only something like that could produce such a massive quantity of equipment in an instant! As a foolproof interstellar exploration tool from humanity's golden age, although it has been ravaged, the current Mechanicus almost reveres the STC forging template as a sacred object!

If you find any STC that can forge weapons with greater firepower, you can hand it over to the Mechanics Society and even exchange it for ownership of a planet... not to mention what is right in front of you right now?

Brock Jet Motorcycle, Skyhawk MK7 Power Armor, Bullet Gun Ammo, and Medical Supplies... Each of these items is a highly sought-after item for the Warband. If they could all be forged from templates, just how precious would they be?

These items are crucial to a legion; they can even be considered the very foundation of a legion's existence!

But how could such a thing be on a lone dark angel?!

No, even STC requires development and forging time. How were these things transported here?!

Subspace?

Even though the Legion's think tank says that the real universe on the ship is surprisingly stable, and even if it can communicate with the warp, it cannot affect the real world through the warp, but if the source is the holy relic on Lancelot's body... then it makes sense.

The Dark Angels possess a vast collection of artifacts from the Dark Ages. Could these items have been made from relics of the Dark Ages?!

But why would a Dark Angel possessing such a relic act alone?! While Lancelot possesses astonishing martial skills, how could such equipment be allowed to be carried by a single person?!

"Who exactly are you?"

The commander of the Malakin Warband felt a little dizzy. The secrets of the dark angel in front of him were too unreal and beyond his comprehension.

"Just a dark angel passing by."

Lancelot casually replied to his words, but looking at the bewildered face of the Malakin Chapter Commander in front of him, Lancelot felt that he still needed to find a reason for his identity.

"Commander Malakin, I'll keep it short."

Lancelot stood with his sword drawn, and after a moment's thought, he spoke directly:

"Ten thousand years ago, when I was in Terra, before the Emperor became Emperor, I learned of the Emperor's great achievements and grand vision, and talked with him and the people about the future of mankind."

"Ten thousand years from now, even if the human empire has decayed to this extent, my thoughts will not change."

Lancelot spoke calmly, but after he said that, the Commander of the Malakin Warband showed a real sense of terror on his face!

Ten thousand years ago?!

Back in Terra?!

Before the Emperor had even become Emperor, the person before him was already discussing the future of humanity alongside the God Emperor?!

He stared incredulously at Lancelot before him, his pupils dilating in shock! His mind was taut with all his might, trying to maintain a composed expression!

What does this mean?!

Does this mean the elder before us has an extraordinary relationship with the emperor and the human god-king?!

It's unbelievable!

But from the other person's calm face, even with the Space Marine's extraordinary senses, he could not detect the slightest deception!

Because Lancelot was telling the truth!

However, Lancelot was referring to a period of over 30,000 years ago! He himself knew of the Emperor's existence during the second millennium, the 2K era!

And to talk freely about the future of humanity with everyone, that naturally means chatting nonsense with netizens on the Internet!

However, according to the Warhammer universe's setting, in the 2K era, the Emperor, as an immortal being, has existed in this universe since the beginning of humanity. The Emperor in the 2K era has obviously surfed the internet with netizens, so it is perfectly reasonable to talk to him and people about the future of humanity!

If it weren't for the vast difference between 2K and 40K, so vast that people in 40K might have already considered people from the 2K era as ancient apes, then telling this guy that he actually has 2000 years of experience might be even more shocking.

Lancelot had such a thought in his mind, but looking at the Wailer Chapter Leader, whose face was filled with shock and whose breath had stopped, he knew that he had already achieved more than he wanted.

"You...you're actually an elder from the Great Expedition?!"

After a long while, Malakin finally accepted this incredibly shocking information. He looked at Lancelot in front of him, his mind racing with thoughts, but he could only manage to utter this one sentence.

"That's right."

Lancelot readily nodded. Given his veteran talent and his experience in the Great Expedition, the rest of his words flowed effortlessly:

"I have also witnessed the deeds of your genetic father, the great Saint Geres! I have witnessed his heroic act of banishing the demon Angron, so there is no need to be timid in front of anyone. I am certain that the Weepers who bear the blood of Saint Geres absolutely deserve any form of reward and honor!"

As Lancelot said this, Malakin felt his two hearts pounding almost wildly in his chest.

He might have guessed that the dark angel before him must be of extremely high status, but he never expected that the person standing before him would be an old soldier from ten thousand years ago.

Even before the Emperor became Emperor, Lancelot already knew about the Emperor's great achievements... He witnessed almost the entire process of the God-Emperor's rise from Terra to his expedition into the universe.

In that era of great expeditions where emperors constantly reclaimed the galaxy and brought back their offspring... he even experienced the final rebellion of Horus, and even witnessed firsthand the expulsion of Angron by Saint Geres?!

Elders of this caliber were almost unheard of in Malakin's knowledge.

The oldest Dreadnought among the Blood Angels is only about 8000 years old, and the only one known to be alive among the Space Wolves is a ten-thousand-year-old Dreadnought.

These elders spend most of their time in slumber, but now, this elder of the Dark Angels before me is actually still walking in the world?!

"No need to be so surprised. There is no concept of time in the warp. A warp storm brought me to this era, but there is one thing that will never change: the agreement between me and the Emperor!"

Lancelot, sword in hand, stared at the Malakin Chapter Master, whose mouth was agape enough to fit a goose egg, and his gaze turned serious.

"But that year, I watched the Emperor slump on his golden throne, a sight I will never forget. At that moment, I thought, if I ever have the chance to fight for humanity, I must win it all!"

"Now the opportunity is before me, and I must consider whether it is my only chance in this lifetime! I believe that the survival of mankind to this day owes much to emperors, but it is our duty to restore humanity's glory!"

Lancelot said resolutely.

It is indeed my duty to make this cesspool of a world a little better, but as for the specific implementation of this method... I'd better leave it to the Primarch to handle!

so:

"Therefore, I request the help of the Weeping Ones to travel to Terra immediately. I need to see the Emperor at once, and then I will fulfill my promise and bring hope to humanity and the Empire that can reverse its decline!"