Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 132 is no longer something that words can solve.

The Twilight King glared at everything before him, his psionic energy sweeping away all evil magic and creating a safe zone for Guilliman. The Red Demon, hiding in the distance, trembled all over, for he felt his own power within the shield in front of him!

Indescribable emotions surged within him, while Lancelot's wings unfurled within the net, countless points of light dancing and swirling. Under the Emperor's raging flames, with Lancelot's appearance, the cursed warrior, his body engulfed in crimson flames, materialized at that moment.

Lancelot suddenly flapped his wings and crashed down above the broken defensive line of the "Tizka's Revenge". At that moment, the loyalists saw Lancelot's form: huge wings spread open and flames burning on his black armor.

"A living saint—"

The loyalists of the Empire trembled, unaware that the person before them was Lancelot. They only saw the wings behind Lancelot. The great Saint Geres was dead, and the only being who could possess such wings was the living saint of the state religion!

"For the Emperor!"

With the help of the Cursed Legion, the loyalists began to reorganize their offensive.

Lancelot's gaze swept across the battlefield, meeting Guilliman's eyes for a moment. Then, with a simple flick of his wrist, the shield that had been protecting Guilliman flew back into Lancelot's hand.

This thing is really useful!

Lancelot also let out a sigh at this moment.

The blessing from the Wolf God is truly extraordinary.

The buff of perfect accuracy not only applies to the shield itself, but also enhances the shield's inherent properties.

Originally, all sneak attacks or attacks from the side would be deflected onto this shield.

Now, with the reforging, this characteristic has been truly enhanced, possessing a special power of reality distortion. Lancelot can manipulate this power to forcibly deflect and transfer attacks selected in his line of sight onto this shield.

Simply put, aside from passive artillery fire, all attacks actively selected by Lancelot must pass through this taunting unit, yet this shield is the most solid existence in the entire universe.

In this way, the shield withstood all the cannon fire from the Tizka's Revenge ship, partly because the cannon fire was an extension of the power of Magnus.

As the saying goes, everyone has their own expertise, and the true name of the warp engraved on this shield is none other than Magnus!

The true name of the demonic entity flickered slightly at this moment, and with each flicker, the Crimson Demon in the distance screamed inwardly, wanting to flee, only to find that the entire area was already enveloped by a mist!

The enormous black lion lurked in the mist, watching menacingly, and with a single slap, sent the Crimson King flying back!

The demonic primal, who had been slapped by the black lion, was truly panicked. He got up in a disheveled state, looking at the descending black figure with utter terror in his eyes!

Although the other party's aura was completely different from the person in his memory, the essence of that power—that of a beast lurking in the dense forest—reminded the Primarch of a being he feared.

"Ryan!! Ryan Al Johnson! Why? Why are you here?! Why were you not part of destiny at all?! Have you transcended fate?!"

The Primarch screamed in terror, "That shield! I knew it, I knew it! Father wanted to kill me! More than anyone else! So you've finally come?! Ryan!"

Even the Primarch has nightmares that terrify him.

Crimson Magnus knew perfectly well that he had committed a grave mistake.

When Horus rebelled, Magnus learned of the rebellion but chose the most foolish way to inform the emperor.

At that time, the Emperor's Web was at a critical moment. Magnus's psychic power was blocked in front of the Terra Web. The Emperor's power was so great that no other warp evil could get close to the Web.

Only Magnus was able to reach the edge of the Netway by relying on the resonance between the origins, unharmed by the psionic power of his father, the Emperor, but he was still blocked outside.

Under these circumstances, he made the most foolish decision.

Incredibly, he let out a frustrated cry towards the far corner of the vast ocean.

Magnus called for help from the warp, and Tzeentch responded quickly and transferred his powers to him.

It spoke, not with words, but by conveying power. It enveloped Magnus, offering its energy without motive or demand.

Magnus deeply drank in the power contributed by the other party, and relying on the resonance between that power and his own power, he broke through the golden barrier in one fell swoop.

And so, the tragedy began.

In his ears, the sharp sound of the net being destroyed seemed to be filled with pain. He smashed through the net, his consciousness briefly connecting with the Emperor, and he instantly realized that he had committed a terrible disaster.

Only his father recognized him, because the emperor could easily identify the life he had created with his own hands.

In that instant, Magnus experienced a terrifying epiphany; the terrifying connection of minds tore open his heart and crushed his soul.

He wanted to deliver a warning, trying to show his father what he had seen and heard, but it was all in vain. Whatever he said could hardly undo or atone for the heinous crime he had committed by trespassing on Terra. Compared to the profound destruction caused by Magnus's unintentional mistake, Horus's rebellion was almost negligible.

He destroyed humanity's future with his own hands, creating a tragedy more tragic than the Great Rebellion with his folly. It was at that moment that the Emperor was truly enraged, roaring that he would kill his foolish son.

But in the end, he chose to send the Space Wolves, rather than the Dark Angels, to capture Magnus.

But among the four gods, Tzeentch prepared far too many thoughtful things for Magnus.

The message the Emperor sent to Lemanrus was changed from arrest to execution on the spot.

Even so, when the wolf pack arrived over Prospero, the Wolf King did not immediately carry out the altered orders. Before launching the attack, the Wolf King tried many times to contact Magnus, urging him to surrender so that he could be brought back to Terra to avoid war between the legions.

However, these attempts were thwarted by Tzeentch—the wolf pack waiting in outer space received no news, which gradually wore down the wolf king's patience, ultimately leading to the Burning of Prospero.

But all of this could have been avoided.

But Magnus was terrified by his father’s overwhelming rage. He hid in Prospero’s secret chamber until the Wolf King’s patience wore thin and he ordered the entire ship to attack. Only then did he reappear to face his brother and attempt to resist, only to have his soul torn apart by the enraged Wolf King.

The soul of this lord of the Fifteenth Legion was torn into countless pieces and came to many points in time or space related to him.

Among them, his benevolent soul helped the Salamanders Chapter resurrect their Primarchs and preserved the Primal Blood Stack, a technological artifact that stored blood samples from all the Primarchs. Finally, that benevolent soul had communicated with the Emperor and was eventually placed by the Emperor into the first High Master of the Grey Knights Chapter.

Ironically, after the Burning of Prospero, Ahriman, the chief sorcerer of the Thousand Sons, and his colleagues reunited several of the more powerful fragments of their Primarch, thus forming the stable form known as the "Red Lord."

Therefore, in Lancelot's eyes, the soul of the guy in front of him was filled with warp energy, and to put it bluntly, it was like a monster pieced together.

But the monster still clearly remembered the burning of Prospero and the foolish things he had done, and his greatest fear was the recurrence of his past retribution.

Now the retribution has come.

Boom!

Lancelot pounded his fist against his chest, the two Primarch Hearts pounding within him like war drums.

The deed has already been done, so in the face of the corrupted Primarch before us, words are no longer enough to solve the problem!