Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Head to Terra, to Earth, humanity's home planet, to meet the Emperor!

This is the most important part of Lancelot's plan.

In essence, the Emperor's Original Blood still needs to be handled personally by Old Man Huang.

The reason this blood is so important is mainly because it is related to the emperor; the emperor is the source of the blood's power.

Although in his own mind, this thing would be best used to pull Robert Guilliman, the thirteenth son, out of his coffin to go to work, if Old Man Huang could see further ahead and realize that this vial of blood had other uses, he would probably make the most rational judgment at this point.

The only thing to worry about is that Old Huang is a scoundrel who tries to trick me into doing hard labor for him, preventing me from waking Guilliman up and instead making me work for him!

Although he has some advantages, his abilities in all aspects are clearly inferior to those of the Thirteenth Primarch, who is the most skilled at managing the genes!

As long as Robert launches an attack, the Empire can turn the tide! With the Primarch's backing, those monstrous demons of the Dark Angels won't bother this fallen angel!

In that case, I might be able to find a garden world and peacefully enjoy my transmigrated life of traveling through the heavens. I might even be able to make a deal with the Empire to supply Space Marines with an unlimited supply of basic equipment. The Martian Mechanicus might even want to worship me!

Well, it’s decided.

Even if Old Man Huang wanted to use this blood for something else, I wouldn't agree! Anyway, that guy is sitting on the golden toilet now, and from a purely rational point of view, following my idea would be the greatest benefit for him, or rather for humanity!

Envisioning the future in this way, Lancelot looked at Malakin, the leader of the Weeping Warriors, with fervent eyes. Upon hearing this, Malakin shuddered! Then, his expression became incredibly serious, and he patted his chest, guaranteeing:

"No problem at all! Elder Lancelot, I will immediately contact the Star Speakers on the flagship to do their utmost to help you contact the Dark Angels! The brothers of the First Legion will be overjoyed at the return of an elder like you!"

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Lancelot's sword-wielding posture stiffened slightly.

Contact the Dark Angel?!

You mean a fallen angel asked the Blood Angels' Crying Ones to contact the Dark Angels, saying he was going to Terran to see the Emperor to fulfill a promise?

If this gets out, those idiots from the Dark Angels who are always issuing extermination orders and using light cannons to wipe out the Crying Legion will definitely silence them!

"Wait! Chapter Master Malakin! My return is a secret that cannot be announced to anyone, not even the Dark Angels!"

Lancelot spoke up quickly, but his words suddenly made the Malakin Chapter Commander frown. The initial surge of passion in his head subsided in an instant.

"Elder, what does this mean? If you wish to meet the Emperor, it would be safest to return to the First Legion and have the Chapter Commander of the First Legion contact Terra."

"Perhaps you've been lost in the warp for too long and still haven't figured out how the Empire works?"

Malakin patiently explained:

"Although the Lamenters Chapter is currently a sub-chapter of the Blood Angels, it is not authorized to directly take ships to Terra. You are aware of the rebellion of that year. Since then, anyone wishing to go to Terra must obtain permission from the State Church, the Inquisition, and the High Lords."

"If you wish to meet the Emperor himself, you will need permission from the Imperial Guard. However, if you have truly made a pact with the Emperor from ten thousand years ago, capable of reversing humanity's current predicament, then I believe the Emperor will certainly summon you!"

Malakin spoke earnestly, but was met with a rather long silence from Lancelot.

Tsk.

I almost forgot that during the 40k era, regular warbands couldn't just go to Terra casually...

I vaguely remember that Khorne's followers had brought the blasphemy ritual to Terra through various means, and that they would recreate the Terra War when Guilliman returned. I didn't expect it to be so difficult for the Space Marines to go to Terra.

But all I needed to do was ask him to help contact the Imperial Guards, but how should I explain it?

Lancelot pondered, and in Malakin's eyes, silence represented unspeakable difficulties. In this silence, Malakin's rationality, which had been slightly disturbed by the supplies in front of him and Lancelot's words, began to return.

He began to re-examine the "elder" in front of him. It wasn't that he didn't trust the elder, but there were just too many suspicious points. As the leader of the battle group, he had to be more vigilant.

After a long while, Malakin heard Lancelot sigh, and then he saw Lancelot raise his hand, and the space seemed to ripple outward... but it felt like it was closing inward.

"Then let me explain the situation."

Lancelot sighed. At this moment, the armory seemed to have formed an independent space from the outside world, and even Malakin could feel that indescribable sense of inviolability.

Lancelot mustered his strength and used the compression enhancement of his ability to strengthen the inviolable domain to enhance the level of security. When Malakin looked at Lancelot in front of him, he almost instinctively straightened his chest and back, even holding his breath, his heart clenching to the limit.

Instinct told him that the elder before him was about to reveal secrets powerful enough to shake the galaxy.

And then... he saw white light emanating from Lancelot's hand.

And what appeared in Lancelot's hand along with the white light was a quartz tube wrapped with special rune bandages.

The quartz itself looked like a completely natural creation, and inside it was a liquid that looked like a ruby. For some reason, just the flow of liquid within the quartz tubes caused the genes deep within Malakin's body to tremble.

"What...is this...?"

"Hasn't your body told you what it is yet?"

Lancelot glanced at the Commander of the Malakin Warband in front of him, then gently shook the quartz tube in his hand. When the Commander of the Malakin Warband saw this, he felt that what Lancelot was shaking in his hand was not the quartz tube, but his own heart!

Even with the composure of a battle captain, he couldn't help but reach out and take a step forward at this moment:

"Wait! Please wait a moment!"

Malakin didn't know the basis for his statement, but he said it anyway.

At this moment, Lancelot, seeing the Chapter Master's out-of-control behavior, secretly thought to himself, "The original blood of the Yellow Skin is indeed extraordinary."

After all... Astartes' genes are actually a degraded version of the Primarch's, and the Primarch's genes are something created by combining the blood of the Yellowfly with the brutal work done in the Warp. In a sense, the Yellowfly is Astartes' grandfather? Is that why there is this kind of bloodline-like suppression?

As Lancelot thought this, the quartz tube in his hand appeared for only a moment, but after it disappeared, the Commander of the Malakin Warband still focused his gaze on Lancelot's hand.

As the quartz tube disappeared, he even frantically looked around before his rationality returned, and he realized his earlier loss of composure.

"Elder! May I ask what that is?!"

"Then let me explain in more detail."

Lancelot interrupted him, gently closing his eyes and saying:

"I met the Emperor in a society where rationality had not yet faded, and perhaps the seeds of our future were sown at that time. It is no longer of any use to talk about these old stories."

"Just know one thing: through this thing, a descendant of a god-emperor will walk the earth again."

Lancelot began by saying:

"With it, Robert Guilliman, Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion, King of Alteramar, Lord of 500 Worlds, Father of the Ultramarines, Son of Vengeance, will return like lightning!"