Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 153 Brother Lai has disappeared again?! (3/5) Requesting monthly votes!

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Across the gloomy Terra, in this world shrouded in darkness, a transformation has begun!

A golden divine path was drawn out, stretching from the Lion's Gate all the way into the distance! The warp storm above Terra was almost torn open, and under these circumstances, the sky seemed to become clear, and the fleets fighting in near-Earth orbit could also clearly see the dazzling sword strike.

That terrifying light erupted across the galaxy, and almost none of the traitors dared to look directly into its faint glow. Only Abaddon, the Great Raider aboard the Soul of Vengeance, gripped the demonic sword tightly in his hand at that moment.

At this moment, the demon within the magic sword is roaring wildly. It is tempting Abaddon and promising him power, but the price is that he must immediately go down to face that guy.

Abaddon resisted the demon's temptation, remaining rational and determined not to be deceived and tempted like his father had been. Even so, as the Chaos Warmaster, he felt nothing but horror.

Because this beam of light, like a golden blade slicing through the heavens and earth, struck countless demons, even hitting a traitorous Titan machine, and completely disintegrating their bodies in the blazing imperial flames!

Without a doubt, the power of this attack was comparable to that of a warship's cannon in space!

Everyone in Terra looked up at the strange phenomenon in the sky in disbelief. Even Guilliman couldn't help but turn to look at Lancelot at that moment, his eyes filled with emotion and sighs.

Originally, it should have been the Primarch that displayed its power during the siege of Terra, but unexpectedly, Lancelot was the one who ultimately secured the victory.

Guilliman was filled with emotion, but he felt no jealousy, for at that moment, the flaming sword was hurled down at him and landed heavily in front of him.

It's time for the handover.

Guilliman drew the Emperor's Sword before him and charged into Khorne's army with unparalleled fervor, while Lancelot landed on the Lion's Gate.

The Demon-Sealing Armor he was wearing had turned crimson red due to the high temperature, and huge plumes of steam were being emitted. Lancelot's entire body was almost as red as a boiled lobster due to the high temperature, but fortunately, because he had participated in such an activity before, Lancelot's body had some resistance, and he only felt a little tired.

After Lancelot landed, Guilliman naturally learned of the situation on Lancelot's side. He immediately arranged for men to protect Lancelot, and a coordinated force composed of the Imperial Guard, the Silent Sisters, and the Astartes mortal auxiliary troops arrived at Lancelot's side at an extremely fast speed.

At this moment, everyone in the team looked at the being before them with utmost reverence, and they already knew the name of the person in front of them: Lancelot.

In the eyes of some mortals, this being was a great demigod, and they had expected this demigod to make a high-profile appearance, but they never imagined that this god would bring such a shocking scene.

This method of dividing darkness to summon light would be considered demigod at any time, just like the miracle of "Moses parting the Red Sea" in the Bible. No matter which kingdom in the world He goes to, He will become God's agent!

"Sir, are you alright?"

"call----"

Lancelot exhaled hot steam again, nodded to the guards who had come to protect him, and then took out a bottle of drinking water from his secret space and took two gulps.

Therefore, the heat in his body could not be relieved by drinking water. However, Lancelot took it as a way to soothe his mind. After understanding his condition, he went to the command facility in the Lion Gate to rest, accompanied by the others.

His sword strike had directly opened up the situation, and it was also one of the results of Lancelot's repeated trips between the two worlds. Under the more rational energy control of the young emperor, and with the help of the Twilight King, the imperial power was guided to play its role, thus preventing his body from being burned.

But there is no doubt that there is a price to pay for doing this. Lancelot will need to rest for quite some time. The reason he was not put directly into the ICU is because the nature of the subspace protected Lancelot at the last moment and absorbed some of the power that should have harmed him.

Otherwise, given the weasel's personality, if it were useful, it would definitely be used to the extreme. At the very least, it would keep Lancelot on the verge of serious injury and then pitifully say, "There's nothing we can do about it, after all, we have to do this to save more people."

"call----"

Lancelot exhaled the burning sensation in his chest again. The situation on Terra should have stabilized now, so he needed to keep an eye on the other side: "What's the situation on Armageddon? My sword strike should temporarily restore Terra's connection to alien languages. Have the Star Speakers report back during this time!"

As Lancelot spoke, the surrounding commanders, upon learning of the situation, hurriedly urged the Star Language Court to quickly gather information.

Soon, a series of ominous news reached Lancelot's ears.

"Elder Lancelot! The situation seems far worse than we imagined. Nearly half of the hives on Armageddon have completely fallen, and the Primarch has torn a warp rift in the Crimson Wasteland to the north of the planet, from which a steady stream of demons is pouring into Armageddon!"

"The Dark Angels and Space Wolves fighting on Armageddon are suffering heavy losses! But the Star Torch has not yet been lit, and it is extremely dangerous for us to send reinforcements! If we risk our lives to send reinforcements, perhaps only one in ten troops will be able to reach them!"

"I suggest we defend the Solar System first! Even if Armageddon falls, then the Star Torch..."

"If we reignite the flames, we can also join forces with fleets outside the Empire to launch an attack and reclaim this planet!"

"But according to intelligence, the mythical demon is also wreaking havoc on Armageddon! If left unchecked, Armageddon could very well become a demon planet!"

"They must have prepared for the rekindling of the Star Torch, in case—I mean, in case they establish a foothold here, then Terra will be under constant threat!"

The chatter of the commanders surrounded Lancelot, but none of the reports were good news. As he sat down to rest for a while, only one thought occupied Lancelot's mind.

"Damn it, Ryan! Where have you been?! Aren't you going to come back and save the day?!"

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