Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 141 The Mechanical Teaching of the Grooves! (4/5) Requesting monthly votes!

Lancelot's gaze turned serious, and the Weeping Ones also sensed something was amiss. Captain Malakin quickly led Lancelot to the place where they had discovered the black ore vein.

Lancelot looked at the black stone in front of him, pressing one hand on the blade of his sword. An invisible mist began to disperse, probing into it. Lancelot felt his spiritual power being suppressed, but the outline of some strange structure also emerged in his perception.

"Damn it—"

Lancelot couldn't help but swear, then his gaze suddenly fell on some red-robed members of the Mechanicus who were trying to avoid him in the crowd, and he grabbed one of the higher-ranking priests and lifted him up.

"Don't tell me you guys are already inside. You know what I mean. If those things really wake up, I'll fucking dump you on this planet and play PUBG."

Lancelot spoke with an unfriendly expression, while the mechanic priest in front of him gave an awkward laugh, but still stubbornly insisted, "M--Sir? What place are we going to? We really don't know what you're talking about!"

"What are you talking about? You insects, you're still being stubborn even when things come to a head?!"

Lancelot frowned abruptly; upon hearing this, he was genuinely angry.

Those damned Mechanicus priests! They're all like insects! Still playing dumb?! I've already made myself so clear, and they still want to hide anything about the Necropolis in Space?!

The more Lancelot thought about it, the angrier he became.

Space Necromancers are arguably one of the greatest threats to humanity in the galaxy.

However, for a long time, this powerful race was only marked as a Level 3 threat in the Empire's archives, to the point that even Chapter Masters might not know what the Space Necromancers were.

This is highly illogical, but to sum it up in one sentence, space necromancy represents the pinnacle of real-world cosmic technology.

The Void Dragon, sealed by the Emperor on Mars, is a star god who governs technology. The Mechanicus, which originated on Mars, has been influenced by the Void Dragon, resulting in many similarities between the Empire's Mechanicus technology and that of the Necromancers. Mechanic priests even have a strange resonance with Necromancer technology.

Therefore, when these guys from the Mechanicus encounter the tomb world of the sleeping undead in space, they use their skills and abilities to forcibly suppress all the information. Then, relying on the old tradition of using technology for archaeology, they all transform into tomb raiders and rush into the tomb where the undead are sleeping to conduct archaeological excavation.

Having witnessed the incredible technology of the Necromancers, the greedy mechanical priests, driven by personal gain, have long been secretly searching for, excavating, plundering, and studying these alien creations.

Even to avoid impacting their large-scale research on the Xenomorphs, these damned members of the Mechanicus demarcated the boundaries of the Empire's undead space using only incomplete star maps.

But all along, these guys have been suppressing the news, preventing the Empire from realizing the value and threat of the space necromancers.

As a result, after the Silent King, the true overlord of the Necromancers in space, awoke, the Necromancer Domains he created to suppress the warp had become quite large, causing a huge mess that the Mechanicus alone could not fix. That's when they sent the news to the Primarch, almost causing Guilliman to break through his defenses again.

However, Lancelot is now so angry at these guys' suffocating actions that his blood pressure is about to rise.

After all, Lancelot had personally nurtured the world's first handful of soil for crop growth, and this planet was considered by him as the first pilot project to revitalize the galaxy. How could he allow this damned Mechanicus to ruin it?!

"Arrest all these guys, disarm them, and send them to grow potatoes!"

Lancelot spoke angrily. Although the Weepers were unaware of the situation, they reacted with lightning speed. Before the guards around the Mechanicus Priest could even react, the Space Marines' iron fists slammed into their faces. In an instant, all the Mechanicus members on Boko were subdued.

"Foolish—foolish behavior!"

"You can't do that! You have no right to do that! According to the Treaty of Olympus, the Cult of Mechanics and the Empire are allies! You are merely an Astartes; you cannot directly command me, nor are you qualified to question us!"

"Your actions will be recorded! The timestamps of every backup of my thoughts can be used as evidence in court. Your battle group—"

—We will lose the support of the forging world!

The priest was unaware of the situation, but his years of experience hadn't made him easily intimidated. The Empire needed them, and this planet needed them. However, faced with such a threat, Lancelot's expression only grew colder: "Are you threatening me? Threatening a dark angel?"

"Back in the old days, it was one thing for the First Legion to stay out of your private research into the Necropolis in Space, but now that the Primarch has returned and a new Great Crusade is about to begin, people like you who try to hide things have become pests of the Great Crusade!"

"I'd like to see if your forging world is willing to turn against us because of you! Will it be willing to turn against the First Legion and the descendants of Saint Geres!"

Lancelot waved his hand dismissively: "Strip these guys naked, lock them up and starve them for two days, then throw them into the fields to work."

"Commander Malakin, immediately send a message in Astral Language to his forging world. Tell them that this group of Mechanicus priests knowingly withheld information about the Necromancers in space, and are suspected of betraying the Human Empire. Tell them to send a replacement!"

"I understand, Elder Lancelot."

At this moment, the commander of the Malakin battle group also nodded very seriously.

Hearing these words, even though the elders were trying to conceal important information, the combination of the aliens and the concealment, along with the elders' grim expressions, was enough for Malakin to understand the seriousness of the situation.

At this moment, upon hearing Lancelot say that he was a dark angel, a core stress response mechanism in the mechanical priest's brain was activated. He shuddered and remembered the forging worlds that had suddenly disappeared from the star map.

Those worlds are places mysteriously erased, devoid of any records. All information is sealed in secret, and their methods of operation can only be traced back to the mysterious and powerful leader of the First Legion during the Great Expedition—

"No! Your Honor! I understand my mistake! I sincerely repent for my wrongdoing! Please! Give me a chance to atone for your sins!"

The mechanical priest spoke mournfully, but Lancelot had no patience to call these guys back!

"Take them all to the fields! They can come back when they achieve a yield of 10,000 jin per mu!"