Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Time to go on vacation.

Lancelot thought to himself.

Although the First War of Armageddon is about to break out in the outside world, the Primarch Angron is preparing to break through the veil of warp and descend into the real universe.

But for Lancelot, that level of warfare was still too far off.

My current mission is to awaken Guilliman. Even if the sky falls, there will be tall people to hold it up. Once I've developed properly, I'll come back to save the human empire!

As Lancelot thought this, his thoughts stirred an anchor point that already existed in his senses, or rather, in his instincts.

The thing felt like breathing; you could control it as long as you focused your attention. When Lancelot concentrated and made the feeling of the anchor point more and more obvious, a burst of white light suddenly bloomed before his eyes.

When the white light dissipated, Lancelot's vision returned, and at that moment, what came into view again was a peaceful scene.

The sun shines brightly, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, the plains are green, and the river flows.

"call……"

He couldn't help but exhale a breath of stale air. In fact, Lancelot had spent almost a day in the Warhammer world, but those 24 hours were definitely something Lancelot didn't want to recall.

Everywhere you look, there's a cold, metallic feel.

Warning red light, incandescent light, the blood of green-skinned orcs, gene plunderers, the deformed bodies of mutants, gruesome skulls, and cherubim.

The thought of the suffering ordinary people of the Empire caused Lancelot extreme mental distress, forcing him to constantly wield his power sword and kill all the enemies in front of him with rage.

It was like a taut string. After arriving at the Weeping Ones' warship, confirming safety, and planning the way out, Lancelot finally relaxed, and a sense of exhaustion washed over him.

Lancelot only felt very tired and sleepy.

Although his body was still Astartes, his soul had once been just a mortal. It was already like this after just one war. It's hard to imagine how desperate an idealist would be in the dregs of the Warhammer universe, facing endless war.

So, thirteenth brother, thirteenth brother, Robert, Robert... you really need to stay alert!

Abaddon, being your grandson, was undefeated in the Black Crusade. I woke you up early so that your Indomitable Crusade would be just as successful!

Whether I can develop in the rear depends entirely on your efforts! You hold on first, and once I've developed to the level of a single universe in the multiverse, I'll take you and give those four little bastards in the warp a good beating!

Thinking this, Lancelot's mood became slightly more cheerful. He took off his helmet, hung it on his waist, and then lay down directly on the grass. A gentle breeze blew by, and Lancelot exhaled a breath of stale air.

"call……"

This is what life should be like.

Lancelot closed his eyes, trying not to think about anything, and rested for a while until the sun slowly rose to noon, at which point he opened his eyes.

The Astartes' properties activated at this moment, and Lancelot felt refreshed after only a short rest.

As he sat up, Lancelot was still curious about what kind of world he had been transported to this time.

According to the description of the cosmic anchor point, I can only stay in this world for seven days, similar to a tourist.

Since traversing the universe is a random process based on one's own understanding, it is highly likely to be a universe that one is familiar with.

If that's the case... it would be best if it were a world derived from the movie "The Avengers"!

After all, if that's the case, then there's a lot more room for maneuver, because it's very simple to gain extraordinary power by traversing the Marvel Universe! All you need is an item, and in the Marvel world, the most representative extraordinary artifact is the Infinity Stone, which symbolizes the fundamental principles of the universe!

If the space stone inside were seen by a weasel, it would probably make it cry with envy!

After all, the biggest problem with the human empire today is that it cannot escape the subspace to travel and communicate faster than the speed of light.

After all, to maintain the size of the human empire, countless planets are separated by an immeasurable number of astronomical units. For support and trade, the empire can currently only travel through the Geller Horizon, navigating the vast ocean of warp space by ship.

The Weasel has tried to find a solution; in fact, it could be said that the Weasel currently sits on the Golden Throne because of its research into the faster-than-light technology of the Web Dao left behind by the Ancient Saints.

That thing is like a highway in the universe, opening up a passage in the subspace that is completely unaffected by the subspace. If successful, humanity can break free from the shackles of the subspace and truly step into the golden age again.

Unfortunately, the four evil gods of the warp, who originally looked down on each other, reluctantly chose to unite in the face of this situation.

Tzeentch, in particular, was originally a pure evil god in the warp, unable to directly interfere with the real universe. However, he tricked Magnus into sending a psionic phone call... The warp gods used this power to amplify it countless times, thus tearing a huge hole in the pure web.

Thus, the emperor's dream of restoring humanity was shattered, and countless demons poured into the netherworld.

Thus, the cyber war, hidden behind history, broke out.

This was the battle that truly shattered the empire. The Horus Rebellion on the surface was never the real problem, but the War of the Net shattered the Emperor's dream.

If I could obtain the Space Stone from the Avengers universe... even if it doesn't have the same effect in a different universe as it does in the main universe, it should still be able to create a glimmer of hope for the human empire.

With that thought in mind, Lancelot got up, preparing to explore this world.

Although in the Warhammer universe, I am merely a Space Marine used as a consumable.

But to ordinary people, he is a superhuman who has undergone 19 surgeries. In ordinary human society, he has overwhelming power, and even the most secure underground fortress of S.H.I.E.L.D. is useless in front of him.

He reached out, and a Brock Jet motorcycle appeared beside Lancelot.

Although the Guardian Space cannot actively store things, it can temporarily impound the items forged inside, preventing them from taking them out, thus allowing them to be retrieved whenever needed.

As a vehicle used by Space Marines during the Great Crusade, the Brock Jet Motorbike was favored by the White Scars, naturally due to its powerful performance, which allowed it to ignore terrain and launch rapid and unpredictable attacks.

Lancelot got into the car and headed along the river in search of traces of civilization. As he drove, he saw a huge, empty building, resembling an ancient Roman amphitheater, standing abruptly in the center of the grassland.

What place is this?

Lancelot, curious, rode his Brock Jet motorcycle closer and closer. There were no man-made objects within a ten-kilometer radius, a scene of pure paradise, with only Lancelot present.

There were no prying eyes, no dangerous creatures, everything was so peaceful.

The grass was so flat that walking in such a place was a pleasure in itself. Lancelot looked at the green grass dancing in the wind in the distance, and his surprise was beyond words.

Why would there be a gladiatorial arena in such a beautiful plain? Lancelot arrived at this ancient Roman-style arena with this question in mind.

After getting off the motorcycle, Lancelot jumped into the Colosseum.

The moment he saw the scene, a chilling and malevolent aura rushed towards Lancelot!

His pupils contracted as the source of this malevolent aura appeared before Lancelot: a patch of exposed red sand! And this red sand felt like a wound in the world!

The outside world is a beautiful grassland with flowing water, but the arena in this grassland is a red sand arena that is almost like a scar.

There was not a single spectator, and not a sound was heard.

Lancelot only saw a stone tablet standing in the center of the arena, with some small words seemingly engraved on it.

Lancelot hid his motorcycle, jumped into the arena, crouched down, bent over, grabbed a handful of red sand, and as the sand flowed through his fingers, Lancelot could clearly see that the red sand was not only composed of sand, but also fragments of human teeth and bones that had been stained red.

What exactly happened here?

What exactly is this place?

Why would such a special place exist?

With these thoughts in mind, Lancelot approached the stone tablet, and as he drew nearer, he saw something that made his breath catch in his throat...

First of all... Lancelot saw a magnificent display of High Gothic script...

Language is the foundation of a civilization. If Lancelot only saw English, he wouldn't be too surprised... but the appearance of High Gothic only made Lancelot's lips twitch!

Because this is the official terminology used by the Warhammer Empire of Men!

The universe I've transmigrated to is also Warhammer 40?!

In other words, did I jump from one cesspool to another?

Is this possible?

No, no, no, don't scare me! Could all of this be a conspiracy by that blue bird, Tzeentch? The Guardian System too, and the Emperor's Blood before too! Could it all be some kind of crazy thing that this rascal has concocted for me?!

Lancelot felt his muscles stiffen, and his gaze was fixed blankly on the stone tablet in front of him. The moment he glanced at the first line of text, his confusion intensified.

……

"I miss the days I fought alongside my brothers and sisters, and I want to invite them to Nutheria to see my ideals."

……

As Lancelot looked at the words in front of him, he felt a growing sense of absurdity rising within him.

Where do you think this is?

Nuseria?

Isn't this the homeworld of Angron, the Primarch of the Devourer Chapter and host of the Butcher's Nail?!

Isn't that planet a barren gladiatorial world? The only decent spots are all used to build arenas! How could there possibly be such a beautiful oasis on the outside world?!

What kind of place is this?!

Lancelot looked up at the sky and let out a mournful cry, just like a fart that had been stepped on!