Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 121 The Winds of Plague

"I recall that besides the Black Lion, other traitorous Primarchs are heading to this place. Does the Empire have any information about their movements?"

Lancelot got to the point, and when he said that, the mortal recorders in the room visibly cheered.

Because what is right in front of them at this moment?

The Dark Angel Legion's leader, the Crimson Angel Legion's leader, and the leader of the Iron Warrior Legion who came to their aid! Among them, the Dark Angel Legion's leader is an extraordinary figure!

As a great being who drove out the Black Lion and achieved the Empire's best victory in a thousand years, he washed away the shame of the First Legion. And when he appeared in this place from the mist, it undoubtedly marked the gathering of the Empire's three great leaders at this moment.

"After the Black Lion's defeat, those traitors wouldn't have been able to cause much trouble."

"But our intelligence agents in the shadows have sent us bad news. The U-force rebels in the Altrama region were originally just guarding their Dark Throne, but for some reason, they have started to gather and provide a lot of equipment and manpower to that Bloodhound and Iron Serpent."

The loyal Lord of Steel Warriors spoke with disdain, quickly deploying a star system's defenses.

A flood of information flashed through the screen, and Lancelot felt a headache coming on after just one glance.

But listening to the words of the Iron Statue, Lancelot knew perfectly well why this traitorous Ultramarines from the Reversed World would go to such lengths.

When Guilliman first arrived in this world, he sensed the existence of his own temporal counterpart. This sense should actually be interconnected, meaning that the Great Traitor sitting on the Dark Throne in this world also sensed the appearance of his own temporal counterpart in this world.

When Primarchs meet as counterparts—for the loyalists, it's like seeing their own fallen selves, but for the traitors, seeing their counterparts is like finding an unpolluted treasure and a bargaining chip.

The world's greatest traitor was severely wounded by the Emperor and placed on the Dark Throne, but if he can capture Guilliman, who is a time-space counterpart, he may be able to escape from the throne.

We need to pay attention to this in the future.

Lancelot thought to himself, but now the bad news wasn't just one thing.

"In addition to this, a plague is spreading in human-occupied sectors."

At this moment, Angelona spoke up and said, "Those infected by this plague will suffer from a disease that makes them afraid of the wind. Their skin becomes fragile, and a slight breeze can blow their skin off."

"I'm researching ways to solve this disease, but it's most likely some kind of evil magic from the subspace. To solve it, I estimate I'll have to start with the subspace itself."

"I have a better way."

Upon hearing this news, Lancelot immediately thought of the Emperor who had displayed great power in the plague war.

"I possess the Emperor's original blood, imbued with his power. Using the Emperor's power, I should be able to easily burn away all these evil poisons."

Lancelot said this, but the Iron Statue clearly already knew about it from Anglona.

"Should we rely on that old man's power? I don't think his power should be wasted on such a trivial matter. Even with Magnus helping him, he doesn't have enough extra spiritual energy to spend on purifying a small plague."

He said that.

"That's not necessarily true."

Lancelot smiled slightly. The Iron Lord's judgment was based on his understanding of the Emperor in this world. That's right, in this reversed world, the Emperor was not that powerful. He gave up the authority of the Dark Lord too early, so he didn't have much power to spare to manifest his power throughout the galaxy.

But the emperor in the main universe is different. His biggest problem is that he is getting stronger and stronger, and even the Golden Throne cannot suppress the trend of becoming stronger.

To put it figuratively, the emperor in the main world is like someone who is about to drown in money but can't spend it all, while the emperor in the pseudo-scripture world is playing a simulation management game, carefully counting every penny and saving every penny.

To let the two people in front of him know what was going on, Lancelot took out his golden imperial blood.

dong dong!

The two Primarchs' heartbeats quickened for a moment due to the Emperor's blood, and the instant this vial of blood appeared in this universe, the Emperor, who was already prepared in the warp, made his move.

The Emperor's Sword, burning fiercely beside Anglona, ​​began to resonate with the vial of blood. The power contained within the Emperor's blood was drawn into the sword like a tidal wave, clearly indicating that the Emperor himself was mobilizing this power from his own blood.

Under Lancelot's inviolable stance, and because this place was the Black Lion's place of exile and entirely belonged to the Emperor, the evil gods in the warp could only sense that the Emperor was probably up to something again, but they didn't know what he was up to.

Both Primarchs witnessed the process; the golden light in the blood was extracted so quickly that the crowd didn't even realize what was happening.

The last streak of light that flew out slowed down and split into three thin beams that entered the bodies of Lancelot, Angelona, ​​and the Iron Elephant.

As a sudden warmth surged through his chest, Lancelot felt the power of the weasel surging within him.

A flashing coordinate appeared in Lancelot's consciousness.

At the same time, Angelona was looking at the Emperor's Sword beside her, with almost all of the golden light of the Emperor's Blood flowing into the blade.

"This power?! Where does it come from?! Although its nature is very similar to our father's, it is definitely not the kind of power our father, now sitting on the Golden Throne, could wield!"

The Iron Lord found it hard to believe. After all, it was he who brought his father's remains to the Golden Throne after the Siege of Terra. The technology of that throne was so advanced that even he could not fully comprehend it and could only make special modifications based on what he knew.

However, the Lord of Iron is not one to give up easily. He has been researching this for years, but has only scratched the surface. However, he is certain that this level of energy is something his father could never have wielded.

At that moment, upon hearing the Iron Lord's exclamation, Lancelot smiled slightly.

"Actually, this is just scooping a spoonful of sand from one desert and putting it into another. However, you can use this power as you please, because there is enough of it in the other desert. However, the mission of dealing with this plague will probably fall on your shoulders."

"That old bastard Emperor is calling me; I need to go back to Terra now."

As Lancelot spoke, the Iron Lord's mechanical head slightly lifted upon hearing Lancelot address the Emperor in this way. For some reason, Lancelot suddenly sensed a hint of approval in the other's expression.

"Getting back to Terra from here won't be an easy task."

The Lord of Iron spoke up: "But as the Lord of the Dark Angels, you should also know that the Dark Angels have preserved many relics from the Dark Ages. Your Stone Fortress has something called the Tuchulcha Engine. I have studied it, and it seems to be able to perform long-distance spatial teleportation."

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