Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 134 Good luck, Guilliman

The flagship was collapsing, and the soul of Magnus, the Primarch of the Crimson Lord, shattered once more. His soul seemed to be trying to utter a curse in its final moments, but under the power of the Twilight Lord, everything vanished in a golden flash of lightning.

Lancelot, Guilliman, and the Silent Sisters witnessed it all, watching their brother, who had destroyed everything, turn to ashes and disappear. Surprisingly, Guilliman felt a sense of peace within himself.

"Don't be reborn again, my brother."

Guilliman murmured to himself.

On the other side, with the collapse of the Primarch and the involvement of the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence, the battle situation has completely shifted to one side.

The Ada who brought Guilliman here are searching for something in the Thousand Sons' library. Evelynn, the leader of the Death Army, leaps into the air and kicks a red-letter helmet off a person's body with a roundhouse kick.

Using the recoil from that kick, the slender Elven leaped toward the next enemy, the blade in her hand drawing an elegant arc, completing two kills in a single leap, her movements nimble and swift.

Beside her, the Shadow Prophet landed gracefully, chuckled, and swung his staff, shattering two other red-letter characters. He then calmly bowed to the still-unresponsive Thousands.

The soldiers opened fire on her, but the hail of bullets could not reach the figure of the Ada.

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Faced with the Shadow Prophet's agility, the traitorous Astartes looked like a bunch of mad blind men, and the Thousand Sons, firing indiscriminately, didn't even notice that the other clowns were attacking from the flanks.

The Web of the Eldar is like a fish in water for them, elevating the already formidable agility and flexibility of the Jokers to an incredible level. In comparison, the Red Letters' movements are so clumsy they evoke pity.

The curtain walker watched the entire performance by his compatriots with great interest, and smiled again when the unusually short dance drama came to a close.

But when her gaze swept across the battlefield and landed on the being with huge wings on its back, her smile faded slightly, and transformed into something else.

Although they were far apart, the presence of that group of soulless beings sent a chill down Cynthia's spine, but according to the Veilwalker's prophecy, an unexpected twist of fate had occurred there.

Lancelot —

Even the Eldar's prophets, having exhausted all their power in their entire lives, could not gain anything from this name. In a flash, the Shadow Prophet activated the communication device inside his helmet.

"The time is not yet ripe."

She said softly, "The curtain has been raised, the foreplay is over, and the key to breaking the deadlock has emerged. We need to move forward more cautiously, and we have already found what we need in Senko's library."

Evelynn nodded slightly, gazing into the distance. The final battle between the loyal Primarch and the demonic Primarch was obscured by a red halo, preventing them from seeing exactly what was happening.

An unknown entity is obstructing their view.

But this time, the Idaans have achieved a strategic victory.

Everything is proceeding as they discussed at the Iyanden World Conference. To bring Death back to life and kill Slaanesh ahead of schedule, they need to collect five Old Woman's Swords. However, one of the swords is currently in Slaanesh's palace.

Faced with this stalemate, they needed a tool that could both defend and attack. The Eldar originally viewed humans as savage monkeys, but for the sake of the Eldar's fate, they considered cooperating with the human empire.

However, in the blink of an eye, the situation on the human empire's side seemed to be much better than they had imagined—

With that thought in mind, Evelyn cut off the communication and stealthily moved across the battlefield amidst the flying arrows, flashing past every deadly line of fire like a phantom.

As she soared over the mountain pass, her graceful figure, framed by the snow-like falling pages of the book, was breathtakingly beautiful, just like the danger she posed to others.

Now that he had successfully driven Magnus away, Lancelot could finally relax, though exhaustion was undeniably washing over him.

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Overdrive mode is like borrowing power from the future, but in the Warhammer universe, being able to borrow is also a skill.

"The rest can be left to others to do," Lancelot thought to himself, as he saw the Elven race figures flying in the distance, and among them, he spotted the distinctive Evelynn.

After all, the taste of this leader of the Death Army was too exotic for humans.

Although the pointed ears are similar to the elves in Lancelot's previous life, the Eldar in Warhammer 40k are not the soft and sweet Japanese elves that Lancelot remembers, but are closer to the original elf setting.

Furthermore, within the cesspool of Warhammer, the Eldar, as a powerful psionic race, had a history of overdoing things, which led to the creation of the Slaanesh.

If you only say it like that, you still don't know how abstract these pointed ears are, but just know that the reproduction of these abstract things of the Elven race is absolutely heaven-defying.

As a "superior race," their conception process is so abstract that it requires the father to continuously inject genetic material for a very long time before they have a chance. So, if they are lucky, they can get pregnant after one or two Terra years, while if they are unlucky, they may have to get pregnant after more than ten Terra years.

If you're unlucky, you might not conceive even after hundreds of Terran years, and even if you do, it can take more than five Terran years to give birth.

The birth rate was so low before that the population was increased by the constant resurrection of the dead. Now, with Slaanesh watching them, the birthing process even requires them to control their emotions. If they get too carried away, Slaanesh will come to collect their souls.

In short, the Eldar serve as a cautionary tale for humanity. Once the Emperor rises from his golden throne, the future awaiting humanity will likely be no different from that of the Eldar, except that in one case the God of Slaanesh is slower to kill, while in the other the God of Darkness is faster.

Those Eldar are dangerous and deadly.

Lancelot, in any case, didn't want to deal with these guys.

At that moment, Robert Guilliman, noticing Lancelot's gaze fixed on the distant Adalyn, quickly explained to him, "Lord Lancelot, these Adalyn have formed a temporary alliance with us. Thanks to their network technology, we were able to rescue the Archsage of the Mechanicus, Belisarius Caul, as quickly as possible."

"No need for further explanation, Robert. I trust your judgment. Humanity needs allies as the galactic situation becomes increasingly dire."

Lancelot nodded slightly and sheathed his longsword. In the original storyline, Guilliman would ally with these Eldar, and there was also an Eldar prophet in the advisory team.

Subsequently, whether it was the awakening of the undead or the plague war, although both the humans and the Eldar were using each other, Evelynn was indeed helping Guilliman very seriously, even a bit too much.

Even within the Eldar, some people called her a Guilliman sycophant, and Evelynn herself referred to Guilliman as an immature boy. Considering the Eldar's attitude towards humans, Evelynn was indeed quite good—in fact, when Kalgar later asked the Eldar for help, he even invoked the name of the Death Legion—

Furthermore, in the Thanksgiving photos subsequently released by GW, Guilliman and Evelyn appeared together, making it look at first glance like a family gathering for a meal.

In any case, Evelynn of the Eldar race did Guilliman a great favor, which is why she is often jokingly referred to as the Regent's Wife in popular fiction.

Lancelot then reached out and patted Guilliman on the shoulder.

"Good luck, Guilliman!"

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