Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 164 Shadows of the Past

The green-skinned orc growled.

On the other side.

Destruction, explosions, and psychic lightning roared as the Soul of Vengeance was pierced as if by a steel blade aimed at strangling heretics and traitors. With the heavy casualties, the messages that came back made Abaddon, the Great Raider, look unusually gloomy.

Because at that moment, he finally understood what kind of army he was facing.

Grey Knight.

A team composed entirely of psionicists, their equipment was so sophisticated that even the armor of the Gastrin Terminator was ineffective against their power halberds, not to mention their powerful psionic shields and spells.

Abaddon had only heard rumors about this team from some of the demons he had summoned.

They are said to be the nemesis of demons, extremely powerful. Abaddon once scoffed at this, but now, upon seeing this group of silver-armored warriors, even Abaddon has to admit that they are a huge threat.

"No wonder the defenses are so tight; I never imagined this satellite was a base for a warband?"

As the warlord watched the elite troops on his ship being slaughtered by the gray knights like cutting melons and vegetables, he no longer underestimated them and began to order his Chaos Wizard advisor to mobilize the dark chaos power on the Soul of Vengeance.

Keep in mind that we are now in the solar system. Ten thousand years ago, this place was the home of Horus, the Chaos Warmaster. The Wolf King was defeated by Horus here, the Archangel died here, and even the Emperor of Man fell here!

Now that it has returned to Terra, it can be said that the blessings of the four gods have all converged on this warship. Before the Star Torch is relit, this ship is the most dangerous place in the entire solar system.

These so-called Grey Knights may be strong, but at this moment, they are at the heart of the wounds of the entire human empire. Trying to stop the macro cannon from firing by boarding it is simply wishful thinking!

Abaddon quickly made the arrangements.

The machine spirit of the Vengeance Soul seemed to be agitated. With the blasphemous ritual and sacrifice, the power of the four gods seemed to be drawn here once again. They had clearly noticed Lancelot, and they laughed wildly in the High Heavens. Then, the terrifying power of the warp began to envelop the entire Vengeance Soul.

Lancelot and the Grey Knight moved forward, only to feel a surge of frenzied psionic energy coursing through the entire ship!

The shadowy energies lurking in the darkness stirred restlessly, and crimson lightning, accompanied by wailing cries, struck from all directions.

As the light began to dim in the distance, darkness converged on the Grey Knight and his companions like a ravenous beast!

"Something's wrong, everyone's moving closer to me!"

Lancelot sensed almost immediately the unimaginable beast lurking in the darkness and ordered the Grey Knights to gather around him without hesitation. His inviolable domain, along with Caliban's mist, dispersed and collided with the darkness!

Empty!

The area was suddenly forced inward, and a creature hidden in the darkness, which should not have been seen by human eyes, revealed its presence under the pervasive mist.

Boom!

With Lancelot's warning, the Grey Knights did not hesitate to use Storm Shields to form a shield wall. The Storm Shields were enhanced with psionic energy, and even heavy artillery fire could not break through the shield wall in a short time.

But in the instant of contact, those sturdy storm shields were torn apart with overwhelming force. The veterans wielding their shields seemed completely unprepared for their seemingly indestructible shields to crumble so easily.

But at that critical moment, the sound of countless pages turning filled the air. Lancelot, wielding the Imperial Cross Shield, charged forward with a sudden burst of energy. The shield seemed to strike something solid, exploding outwards in an arc.

A radiant light.

This arc-shaped light also faintly illuminated the being who launched the attack, effortlessly tearing apart the storm shield in the Gray Knight's hand.

A terrifying wolf, twisted, thick-haired, jet-black, and covered in barbs, lurked in the shadows. Behind it were a pair of charred, blood-dripping wings, and four eyes of different colors stared at Lancelot before it.

As Lancelot stared at the vicious wolf before him, a black lion formed from mist appeared behind him and growled at the blood wolf in front of him.

"What is this?!"

"The shadows that lingered in this place ten thousand years ago were awakened by the Chaos God."

Lancelot felt four unsettling gazes fixed on him. Now aboard the Soul of Vengeance, in the home turf of the Four Gods, Lancelot stared at the colossal beast before him.

This was arguably the first time Lancelot had stood on the chessboard and gazed upon these so-called chess players in the High Heavens.

Now, looking at the distorted scene around them, as the warp energy surged, the ground began to turn into distorted living creatures, only the area where Lancelot and the Grey Knights were located remained unchanged.

Boom!

The Grey Knights' battle banner was raised in the center, and holy runes shimmered in the darkness, illuminating an area.

Lancelot took a small step forward, looking at the figure before him.

Having once again fused with the Emperor's blood, and now reborn as the Soul of Vengeance, Lancelot seems to be able to see, from that drop of blood, the image of the former Emperor walking in this place and his thoughts.

At that moment, Lancelot's eyes also flashed with golden light. Even though the Emperor had not manifested, Lancelot understood what the thing before him truly was.

"Lemanrus the Wolf King once launched a decapitation strike against Horus. He nearly defeated Horus, and the Spear of Dionysus almost ended the warlord of chaos."

"But as you know, nothing happened after that. The Wolf King was almost killed by Horus, but the blood of the brothers came together. Later, Sanjeres also died under Horus's hammer. The blood of the three Primarchs was stained with the spirit of vengeance."

"This blood, with the filthy hand of those evil gods, has been used to create this fleshy monster before us, a demon forged from the shadows of the past, marking the defeat of the Primarchs."

Lancelot took a deep breath, his expression unusually solemn as he looked at what was in front of him.

Is this some kind of test?

This thing was practically designed specifically for the Primarch. The four peddlers in the Warp all contributed a little, piecing together the demon before them. It had the aura of Horus, the aura of the wolf king Ruth, and even the wings of Saint Gilles.

Upon hearing Lancelot's words, the monster before them seemed to slightly distort itself into a human form.

Although it looks like it was pieced together, the sense of urgency it created in that instant, and those scarlet wings—all of them reveal one thing.

The accompanying grey knights could only grip their weapons tightly at this moment.

"Gentlemen, consider this a rehearsal."

"You will have the privilege of fighting against the shadow of the Primarch."