Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 120 The Emperor is Dog Shit! (5/5) Please subscribe!

"Knight King, the loyal dark angels who have been wandering in other worlds have also reunited in the giant rock over the past few months."

"Our numbers have reached around 2000, but Primarch Anglona of the Twelfth Legion has allowed us to recruit in Nutheria, and we have more than 30,000 Geneseeds remaining."

The dark angel beside him quickly replied, "As per your instructions before you left, we have reviewed each gene seed again and selected a group of warriors with strong willpower from among the mortals."

"Then the large-scale army building can begin."

Lancelot nodded slightly.

Lancelot had previously considered leaving Astartes' operating table in the Reverse World, allowing the Dark Angels to convert their stored gene seeds into ready-made troops. However, Lancelot ultimately decided to let the Dark Angels spend some time on the selection process first.

Each legion leader, or Primarch, has a tremendous influence on their army, an influence that can be described as a combination of genetic and personal charisma.

As for Lancelot, he did not want his army to become a brutal force.

Lancelot greatly admired the spirit and will of the people of Nuseria, which is why he wanted to change his legion and integrate the will of the people there into the customs of the First Legion, so that the knights of Caliban could truly become knights.

Humility, honor, valor, compassion, justice—Lancelot was well-versed in ancient chivalric romances, which is why he named himself Lancelot.

The Lion King's paranoia created a complex inner circle within the Dark Angels. Lancelot did not intend to change it immediately, but as he became the leader of the world's first legion, some subtle changes were indeed necessary.

"I'm gathering the selected mortals in batches, along with the Legion's apothecaries. I've found a special operating table from the Dark Ages that can transform adult mortals into Space Marines with minimal risk using gene seeds."

As Lancelot spoke, the Dark Angels, having received the order, went to carry it out with great efficiency. The next moment, after Lancelot finished making these arrangements, another channel was connected to Lancelot's communications.

"Lancelot, welcome back."

"You've driven out that damned traitor Black Lion and become the new leader of the First Legion? Hmph, not bad. But don't repeat that traitor's mistakes, or I'll crush you!"

"Lancelot, don't worry about it. Perturabo actually admires you for achieving this as an Astartes, but that's just his personality. You'll get used to it."

"Anglona!"

A calm female voice and a metallic roar, like steel clashing, resounded throughout the sound array channel.

So the two Primarchs are actually on this planet right now?

Lancelot, now curious about the Iron Warriors' loyal Primarch, asked them where they were.

"It's right here in Nutheria's command center, where you were staying temporarily." Anglona looked at the star system defense map before her, then at the tall figure in the room, and smiled slightly. "You probably don't need to send anyone to pick you up, do you?"

"Of course."

Lancelot's voice echoed in the sound array channel, and at that moment, Angelona noticed that the room was beginning to fill with mist. So, she leisurely lay back in her chair and picked up a glass of red wine.

But at this moment, on the other side of the room, the majestic giant, whose size was as imposing as a mountain, was watching the suddenly appearing mist with bated breath, and began to analyze the nature of this power from different angles.

Strangely, all devices that detected subspace energy fluctuations fell completely silent at this moment.

Within the data, the rules of the physical world overwhelmingly dominate this area, but fog, which transcends physical phenomena, begins to condense out of thin air, and then Lancelot's figure emerges from the fog.

"The legend has been fulfilled."

The voice of the steel giant resounded throughout the vast hall: "It seems that the arrogant fellow has deeply experienced defeat. I temporarily acknowledge you, Lord of the First Legion, Lancelot!"

Upon hearing his voice, Lancelot turned to look at the enormous figure standing in the room. Even Lancelot, who had grown to 3.2 meters tall, still couldn't help but look up at the steel giant before him.

Because what appeared before him at that moment was a steel giant that was 12 meters tall.

This size surpasses almost all other fearless mechs, even exceeding the size of knight mechs! It's close to the size of a Titan.

It is equipped with almost every unimaginably powerful weapon that a single soldier could use.

With hundreds of cannons, he was practically a walking catastrophe generator. The moment Lancelot saw him, he knew of his presence.

He is the genetic prototype of the world's loyal steel warriors, a born tactical master, tactical planning master, weapon forging master, positional warfare master, and one of the few born with innate knowledge among the imperial offspring.

Any mechanical structure that appears before him will be automatically disassembled by him, and he will understand how it works.

He was not like the Lord of Fire Dragons, capable of forging strange and wondrous artifacts, nor was he like the Primarch of the Steel Hand, who delved into strange and advanced technologies.

He is a truly pragmatic and grounded entity, and the things he produces are all about efficiency.

Peturabo.

However, in official history, he is a tragic figure who is self-contradictory.

He resented his adoptive father and the emperor for using his engineering talent, which could have benefited all mankind, to create weapons, but in reality, he chose not to create anything other than weapons because he felt that civilian projects would not be valued.

He was furious about the heavy casualties his legions suffered during the Great Expedition, but seemed never to have considered any other tactics besides large-scale frontal assaults and firepower coverage.

He complained to everyone who was willing to listen that his brothers always underestimated him and didn't appreciate him, yet they always put on a sour face when other Primarchs were friendly.

He never realized he was a twisted, jealous, self-absorbed princess, and when his sister Kelly Fanny pointed out these flaws, he strangled her.

When he killed the last person who loved him with his own hands, he had already fallen beyond redemption.

What about him in this world?

Lancelot looked at the steel behemoth in front of him.

First, he was loyal; second, he was seriously injured, otherwise he wouldn't have sealed himself inside a Dreadnought—but even so, Lancelot still wanted to know exactly when this loyalist, Perturabo, had changed his mind.

"The Primarch of the Iron Warriors".

"Now I would like to ask you a few questions: In your eyes, what is an empire? What is an emperor?"

Lancelot asked this question, and the steel behemoth before him laughed, its laughter sounding like steel bars twisting and deforming.

He then answered without hesitation: "The empire is dog shit, and the emperor is dog shit!"

The scene of filial piety between son and father made Lancelot's lips twitch slightly, while Angelona said helplessly, "I can't refute this, but I can add that it was the Emperor and I who went to find Peturabo."

Upon hearing this, Lancelot understood.

So he had a psychologist helping him? No wonder this twisted, roguish boss found his way back to the right path in this universe — but now doesn't seem like the time to talk about that.

"Some things I had to do have come to a temporary end. What's the situation here now?"