Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 145 Eve of Sunset

After transferring the technology of the original Space Marines to Bayer, Lancelot no longer interfered with the work of the old Bayer in this world.

Back before the Golden Throne, Lancelot and the Twilight Lord had another brief exchange.

The Twilight King warned Lancelot: "Although my soul in that world has been shattered again, the master behind me will not give up so easily. Due to the nature of my soul, as long as the evil god spits out the warp essence he previously devoured, he can recreate a Magnus."

"Even so, there won't be any movement from His side for a while. If the Star Torch of that world is about to restart, you need to be wary of other Primarchs."

"Angron, Forgrim, Mortalian, the Emperor should know their real names, right? Just forge me another piece of equipment specifically designed to counter them, and I can banish them all."

"It's not that simple, Lancelot."

The Twilight King sighed: "The evil gods are not stupid. A true name is actually the essence of an existence, which cannot be changed under normal circumstances. But those Primarchs who are enslaved by the evil gods, the evil gods want to modify their essence. Although it is a bit troublesome, after suffering a loss once, they will definitely do it."

"Using our true names to gain a decisive advantage in both universes and inflict heavy damage on those two Primarchs is already our greatest achievement —"

The Twilight King rambled on and on, but the core point was that this thing, the Warp Name technique, couldn't work every time, and the weapons with Warp Names weren't so easy to forge.

"Is that so? Well then, never mind. People will be wary if I take the shortcut twice. I have other things to do, so I'll be going now. Please say hello to Horus for me."

He said, "Good luck, Lancelot."

The Twilight King, seated on his throne, smiled slightly. Lancelot nodded, then bid farewell to the Twilight King and left the Golden Throne.

Lancelot still has many things to deal with, the most crucial of which is obviously the Indomitable Expedition that Robert Guilliman is planning, which is currently in dire need of manpower.

Now, due to the defeat of Leon the Black Lion, the Reversal Empire has entered the counter-offensive phase. Facing the forces gathered by those Chaos traitors, and with the gathering of the Death Guard, three legions of Primarchs await them.

The situation on the front lines was a righteous three against two, with the Empire completely suppressing the traitors' output. Although the Empire's territory had become pitifully small, everyone was united.

However, looking at the main universe, although the Empire is much larger than the Inverted Universe, the State Church and the Mechanicus, those incompetent allies, have really infuriated our Regent.

Now that problems must be solved one by one, Lancelot turned to the Golden Words Messenger Legion.

Fortunately, the weasel managed to reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble for me in these matters.

Through methods such as dream prophecy, the Golden Word Messenger, a legion built on religious faith, has selected 13 cardinal-level sages of the state religion to support Guilliman's reforms in another world.

Each of these 13 individuals possessed their own specialty and unique skills. They were thoroughly familiar with the doctrines of their own original text and the new Word of God, and were first-rate experts in both debate and public speaking.

Although both the Reverse Universe and the Main Universe are eager for talent, there is no doubt that the state religion in the Reverse World is developing extremely well and has hardly been suppressed. What the Reverse Human Empire has in abundance is devout believers and cardinals who can give speeches.

Due to the sheer number of them, some young, energetic cardinals had no room to make a difference, but now, a brand new empire awaits their salvation.

The Emperor also deliberately altered and hinted at their memories in advance, allowing them to participate in the work more quickly in another world.

And so Lancelot led them through the Shadow Forest to the boulder, where they inspected the Dark Angels who were currently building their army.

The new recruits are training at an extremely fast pace. The Astartes operating table, a reward from the system, has an impressive ability to produce troops, but there's only one of these. They can only hope that Peturabo, a loyalist to the Iron Statue in this world, can find the time to replicate it.

By waiting for a while, until Byr has mastered the technology to aid the Space Marines, a new batch of Prototype Space Marines can be deployed to the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Furthermore, it might complement Bayer's psionic warrior program in the future, and the two programs could be combined into one, making the flame of hope for the future even brighter.

With that thought in mind, Lancelot led his men back to Terra in the main world, approached Guilliman, and introduced the 13 cardinals he had brought from the Inverted Universe to Guilliman.

"On the other side of the coin, the God-Emperor has bestowed upon us a great test: the 13th Son of God, loyal to you. We will offer our loyalty in accordance with the Emperor's guidance."

"The lost sheep throughout the empire, I know their devout faith, but in the darkness they do not know how to move forward, and we will guide them, showing them the way to the golden throne."

"Lord of Ottaramar, we will serve you with all our might."

As these bishops spoke, they knelt before Robert Guilliman and swore an oath, which Guilliman accepted, subsequently granting them great authority and support.

"Hopefully they can improve the state religion a little."

Guilliman took a deep breath and then looked at Lancelot: "Once the Terra Torch is rekindled, I will leave Terra and begin the Unyielding Expedition. The threat from the Necromancers is too great. The current human empire can only suffer defeat in the face of them, and it will be a defeat that lasts for a long time. I must prepare for the future Necromancers in advance."

The Regent has recently been using the advance intelligence from the space necromancers to put pressure on those Martian oil geeks, and the things he's squeezed out of them have made the Regent's expression improve somewhat.

After carefully reviewing Lancelot's materials, he also understood that the Space Necromancer civilization had completely ceased to exist; its physical form had long since perished, leaving only stored data.

Furthermore, based on the continuous archaeological research conducted by those guys, Guilliman gained a general understanding of the space undead and categorized them into three worlds.

The Crown World, holding the highest status, was once the galactic hub of the Empire of the Dead. The high-ranking overlords who rule these worlds are mostly in good condition and are the core of the dynasty's revival; beings of this caliber are difficult to deal with even with the Primarch personally overseeing them.

Its core world status is second only to the Crown World, forming the core territory of a space necromantic dynasty.

The periphery world held the lowest status, typically consisting of impoverished, remote colonies used for labor or resource gathering, residing on the fringes of dynasties.

According to the research of tech enthusiasts, theoretically, if they are willing and with proper prior preparation, the Necromancer's Lair in the Edge World can be defused, putting it into eternal slumber.

Furthermore, according to Lancelot's intelligence, the Necromancers are not united, and humans are not the only race in this galaxy. Given this intelligence, the Necromancers' power could be used to hinder the Ork and the Tyranids mentioned in Lancelot's intelligence.

In this way, a strategic plan for dealing with the Necromancers in space has been formed in the Primarch's mind, but before all of this can be implemented, the Star Torch must first be rekindled.

"Three days later, humanity will voluntarily enter the Old Night."

Guilliman stood up and looked at the fleet that had gathered in outer space. This Unyielding Expedition would be another infinitely glorious fleet that Guilliman had assembled after the Great Expedition.

"This time, humanity will absolutely not repeat the same mistakes. The light of the Star Torch will once again drive away the darkness, and humanity will emerge from the shadows of the old night and stride once more toward a future of light and gold."

Guilliman said with absolute certainty.

Lancelot stood beside him, watching the Terra that had been mutated and covered by countless deformed factories.

As the Primarch, Guilliman's vision was undoubtedly infinitely far-sighted. He was the son of God, the son of King Connor, and from birth he was destined to be a leader, a politician, and the king of many worlds.

What first appeared before his eyes was the blueprint of the entire civilization.

But Lancelot is different.

Lancelot didn't have Guilliman's foresight, but he had tasted peace in his previous life and had also ventured deep into the depths of Terra's hive. After witnessing the tragic state of his people, Lancelot had only very simple thoughts.

"Newborn children will no longer be afraid, because they know that the sun will rise again."

Lancelot said, "People will eat well, drink well, and sleep well, and if I can do that, I will strive for it."

"Lancelot, you are too modest."

As Guilliman listened to Lancelot's words, he smiled slightly. If one were to choose the person Guilliman found most comfortable to talk to in this world, the answer would undoubtedly be Lancelot.

He was a good person who shared my ideals and could have an equal conversation with me, and such a person is extremely rare in the galaxy.

"Your achievements deserve the praise of the entire human empire. No matter which world you are in, you are the key to breaking the deadlock."

Guilliman said sincerely.

"Just praising me verbally isn't enough; you need to at least show some appreciation."

Lancelot raised an eyebrow slightly, while Guilliman spread his hands upon hearing this: "This is all the resources the Human Empire has now. Take whatever you want."

"In the future, will I be able to see Japanese spirits in the universe?"

"Japanese spirit? What does that mean?"

Guilliman was puzzled, while Lancelot simply shook his head.

"Forget it, I was just kidding. I'll have the chance to see someone like that myself, so I won't trouble you to make the effort."

Guilliman couldn't understand why Lancelot suddenly waved his hand, but at that moment, Lancelot was also preparing to leave Guilliman's command center with his hand on his sword.

"A great battle is imminent."

Lancelot's voice broke out in a sweat. Guilliman turned to look at the doorway, where mist was drifting. Lancelot himself had disappeared, but his voice came from within the mist.

"Give me the most dangerous place."