Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

"My ideal is simple... that people will no longer be slaves, but masters of their own will, and that my army will no longer be war dogs, but healers of the world."

"Therefore, I swear on everything I have."

"I am Angelona."

"The Lord of Nutheria, Mother of the Twelfth Legion, Lord of the Crimson Angels, and one of the Emperor's loyal heirs, will personally capture the traitor Leon, bring him here, and honorably kill him in a duel, as a sacrifice for all those who perished in Nutheria."

……

It's hard to describe Lancelot's expression after reading the entire inscription on the stone tablet. If I had to describe it, it would be as distorted as the famous ancient Terra painting "The Scream".

Angelona.

Lord of Nutheria...

The mother of the Twelfth Army?

Crimson Doctors Legion?

One of the Emperor's loyal heirs, and he's bound to personally capture the traitor Leon?!

This is actually Angron playing the loyalist role!

And it's a gender-swapped version!

Lancelot realized with dismay that he had once again been transported into the Warhammer universe! However, unlike the main universe, this was a reversed world, where the identities of the Loyalist and Chaos Primarchs had been switched.

The traitor Angron, who should have fallen to Khorne, became the loyal Queen of Nuthria, Anglona, ​​while Leon Eljonsson, who should have been the loyal leader of the First Legion, has become a member of the Chaos faction.

No wonder there was no movement here... because this is a Primarch's homeworld! It might even be the arena where Primarch Anglona of the Thirteenth Legion fought when she was young, and the inscriptions on it may have been carved by the Primarch herself!

After these thoughts flashed through his mind, Lancelot practically turned around and prepared to run away!

One of the ironclad rules in the Warhammer world is that anything involving the Primarch is no small matter!

Especially if it is the homeworld of the Primarch, it will usually become the homeworld of a legion, a holy land in the hearts of the entire legion!

So what's the situation now?

This place might be a private space that the Primarch specifically cleared out.

In the hearts of the current members of the Twelfth Legion, who are now known as the Crimson Angels, this place is probably the holyest of holy places, and the only place that can be compared with it is probably the Imperial Palace of Terra!

As a dark angel, if you unwittingly step into someone else's holy land, wouldn't you run away or wait to be bombed by the Twelfth Legion?

Furthermore, didn't you see that there was a great deal of conflict between the Twelfth Legion and the First Legion in this world?

But where should we run to?

This planet, being the Legion's homeworld, has probably already been thoroughly modified, just like Alteramar. The reason I wasn't discovered immediately, and why I have no mechanical modifications on me other than this place, is probably because the Twelfth Legion simply didn't expect anyone in this world to dare to come to this place!

Leaving this grassland would probably get you arrested immediately, but staying here is like dancing in a minefield! You never know when you might step on a bomb!

"Damn! This is incredibly bad luck!"

Lancelot turned to look at the arena. There was no way out. He would stay in the arena and see how things went. If all else failed, he would have to end the broadcast in disgrace and run back to the main world.

It's just a shame to miss out on such a valuable opportunity for exploration...

The tactical prowess of a seasoned veteran quickly calmed Lancelot down. After analyzing the current situation, Lancelot felt that his best option was to explore the arena.

Whether it's a bear's den or a wolf's lair, we have to venture in.

Lancelot drew his power sword and explosive pistol and cautiously entered the gladiatorial arena building.

Most of the place was empty.

Lancelot cautiously deployed his inviolable domain and slowly advanced into it.

Lancelot would choose to detour and leave if he encountered even the slightest trace of technology.

However, there was no trace of technology in the entire arena. Lancelot explored and found an unusually large house deep inside the arena.

The door was open, revealing an art-filled room filled with antique incense and decorated with various items, including breathtaking city plans, glittering gold documents, and an exceptionally large red women's dress on a rack, its jewels perfectly set, making it stunningly beautiful.

Clearly... this is an extremely private room, and its owner obviously has only one answer.

The Genome's Private Room!

Although in this parallel universe, the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion may no longer be the demonic Primarch with the Butcher's Nail in his head, consumed by rage, and a slave for life, even if it were converted to Robert Guilliman's room, it wouldn't be a place that could be entered casually!

Lancelot immediately wanted to run away, but unfortunately, he could see some research materials and books on the desk in the room right at the door... and he could see the word "Leon" in the text from a distance.

"..."

This place practically screams "trap" right at the entrance!

The Primarch's room door was wide open, and a corner of the file on the desktop was deliberately shown, revealing information about the First Legion Primarch "Leon's" name.

This trap is like a child taking a bucket on flat ground, propping it up with a stick, and then scattering some rice into the bucket in an attempt to catch a clumsy bird!

but……

hiss……

Lancelot paused slightly, but the panic on his face gradually faded, and he began to ponder.

In the Primarch's private room, the appearance of another Primarch's name in the documents on the desk theoretically indicates that it involves significant military intelligence and secrets.

In other words... it's very likely that I can include them in the Guardian System! That would activate the rewards!

In this case, the returns and risks are proportional.

If I can uncover some secrets from this world, then my trip to this reversed world will have been worthwhile.

Moreover, perhaps I'm overthinking things?

So clumsy... is it really a trap?

Given the Primarch's capabilities, how could he possibly set up such a stupid trap?

Upon careful consideration, the fact that I traveled from another world means that, for the people of this world, I have become an entirely new variable.

In addition, the effect of the inviolable domain means that even the Four Gods and the Emperor cannot find him, and various methods such as prophecy or psychic signal detection have no effect on him!

For the Primarch, this place is definitely a key focus for him.

Even the warband think tanks stationed in this area constantly monitor this place with their psychic powers.

But these things are ineffective for me.

In a way, my arrival at this place can be considered a perfect infiltration!

Yes! That's it!

The secret related to the Primarch is right before his eyes. Can that Dark Angel hold back?!