Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Even the Primarch would never have imagined that a force existed in the world capable of shielding the warp and silently breaking through all defenses to reach this place!

With that thought, Lancelot cleared his mind of all his worries and quickly stepped forward into the room without hesitation.

Upon entering the room and looking around, he realized that besides resembling a bedroom for rest, this place was more like a showroom, which intensified Lancelot's surprise.

Because all the items inside were actually crafted by the Primarchs themselves.

The base bears the inscription "Imperial Statue of Rogdorn," the wall displays a city plan of Perturabo, and the Holy Word radiates a golden glow. Lancelot clearly saw the words "Luojia" written on that thing!

In addition, there were some exquisite weapons, gleaming with a cold light, clearly treasures.

But Lancelot dared not make any rash moves. He tried his best to suppress the thought that his little hands were dirty and carefully scanned the entire room. Suddenly, Lancelot spotted a laurel wreath made of white feathers and gold in a corner.

The pure white feathers did not harden abruptly; they remained light and soft, and under the refraction of sunlight, they shimmered with a golden light, like a pair of protective wings surrounding the golden laurel.

It never fades or gets dusty, and even in the dark it radiates a faint golden glow; it is inlaid with special gems from the planet Bal, which are dazzling and bring an indescribable sense of comfort.

Could this be something Saint Gilles made from his own feathers...? If the Blood Angels saw a treasure of this caliber, wouldn't they all be screaming with excitement?

After all, the archangels were reduced to ashes by Horus, who was blessed by the four gods, after the Great Rebellion. Even a pure, bloodless feather could be offered as a sacred object in the Holy Blood Angels Legion.

Not to mention, this thing is clearly something meticulously crafted by Saint Geres! Its magnificence is beyond the imagination of mortals. However, what Lancelot didn't expect was that such a thing would be abandoned in such a corner.

Oh, by the way, in this reversed world, the loyalists have become the traitors.

In other words, in the main world, the loyal archangel is actually a member of the traitorous faction in this world? But this place still retains this crown... Perhaps the archangel in this world has some unspeakable secrets?

With that thought in mind, Lancelot couldn't resist reaching out and picking up the thing.

I figured this thing was just sitting in the corner collecting dust, so I might as well take it over and have someone who really cherishes it take care of it!

Unfortunately, although his own Guardian System has an unlimited storage space for Guardians, he currently does not have the permission to store personal items in it.

Aside from what the system itself provides, the only way to bring other things into that space is to treat items as consumables for producing basic equipment.

This crown was far more valuable than ordinary Space Marine equipment. Lancelot carefully kept it close to his body, and then he completely relaxed!

It seems like there aren't any traps in this place!

If stealing a few things with my own unclean hands didn't cause any trouble, then just glancing at the Empire's classified information should be even less dangerous, right?

Thinking this, Lancelot walked to the desk, which was cluttered with various trinkets and drawings, but none of them mattered. Ignoring them, Lancelot quickly pulled out a document with Leon's name written on it.

But as the document was pulled out... there was only one simple sentence written on the paper.

"Leon, today is your death day."

"?!"

I'll test it?!

Lancelot couldn't help but take a step back, and the next moment, a bright white light burst out from the desk in front of him!

It wasn't the power of the subspace! It was the most fundamental fluctuation of space itself. When Lancelot opened his eyes again, he found himself in the center of the arena!

At that very moment, the enormous blue curtain had completely enveloped the arena!

This power does not belong to the subspace, but is pure technology of the real universe, a spatial folding technology of the Dark Ages! It is hidden in the desk, and is used purely by relying on the laws of the physical world, so Lancelot's inviolable domain is ineffective at this moment!

An indescribable sense of energy surged within him, and a teleportation beacon suddenly lit up in front of Lancelot.

Similarly, there was no psionic signal during the warp, only the distortion of space. The next moment, Astartes monks wearing crimson Terminator power armor warped into the arena!

Their shoulder armor bears the symbol of the Red Cross, and each of them is like a walking altar, their entire bodies covered with various badges of honor and marks of loyalty!

Lancelot could feel that everyone's eyes were focused on him at that moment.

And that wasn't all. Lancelot saw that they were all carrying melee weapons adorned with sacred relics. As 13 golden rays of light rose around the arena, an incredibly powerful force crashed down, and a bolt of lightning struck Lancelot's explosive pistol directly.

Remote attacks are prohibited in this area.

The forces here should be equal.

This is where one-on-one duels take place.

Several rules that appeared out of nowhere were poured into Lancelot's mind, and the corner of Lancelot's mouth twitched slightly.

Although the effect of this place at this moment may seem to be just the construction of a dark duel arena, it is in essence a reality distortion machine!

Even in the dark ages of human technology, this was a taboo among taboos, because the power to distort reality was no different from that of a god!

Now, this thing has been placed beneath this place, and its target is naturally not the suddenly arriving Lancelot.

Looking at the Terminators standing ready in front of him, and combining this with the note Lancelot had seen earlier, Lancelot fully understood his predicament...

"damn it……"

Lancelot couldn't help but utter a vulgar Guteran curse. Without a doubt, this thing was a trap set by the loyal Twelfth Legion Lord in this mirror world for the demon Primarch Leon!

The entire trap perfectly exploited the Dark Angels' suspicious nature and their slight obsession with secrets! It seemed utterly clumsy, but the Dark Angels fell for it!

The only unfortunate thing is that he stepped into this trap in place of Leon, the traitor of this world, and what's worse, he really is a dark angel!

"Hehe, can we make peace?"

Lancelot looked at the crimson angels in front of him and tentatively asked the question, but all he got in return was a collective silence from the crimson angels!

The suddenly charged blade has already answered that question!