Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Third place, fourth place, fifth place...

Round after round of battles ensued, with veterans taking turns to fight until they were completely exhausted. The Red Sand Arena was filled with lingering dust, and the Space Marines around them breathed heavily, like broken bellows, yet they continued to charge forward one after another.

They are stalling for time; every extra moment they hold on increases their hope.

Meanwhile, Lancelot noticed as the fight progressed that the guys in front of him seemed to be waiting for something.

If they consider themselves to be traitors to the Primarch, then what in the Warhammer universe could possibly defeat a Primarch-level force?

Grey Knight?

Imperial Guards?

None of it seemed right. Combining the stone tablet with the faint traces of life in that room... a deduction naturally emerged in Lancelot's mind.

The Warhammer universe I've transmigrated to now is set in the era when the Primarch was still alive.

Is it 30k or 40k?

For some reason, Lancelot's previously flustered heart calmed down in an instant. When he realized that the Primarch still existed in this world, his previous anxiety dissipated at that moment.

The goal is now quite clear.

Let's just drag it out until the Primarch arrives, then everything will become clear.

As the original genetic entity, she should be able to see through the fact that he is not actually her traitorous brother, not to mention that she has something that can be called an ace in her hand.

The weasel's blood is still in my hands!

In this reversed universe, although the Primarchs' rebellion has been reversed, thankfully, the weasel is still working tirelessly for the human empire.

Lancelot thought this to himself, but the actions outside were increasingly entering a state similar to flow.

In this stance, even though Lancelot never uses his sword to hurt people or attacks vital points, he can easily disarm his opponent or knock them back with every move.

Wan Zhan's skill was on full display. Although Lancelot's black power armor was gradually covered with many wounds, his aura remained steady and his eyes remained calm, as if this battle of attrition was nothing more than a piece of cake!

Meanwhile, the Crimson Angels noticed Lancelot's composure. The more composed Lancelot was and the less eager he was to escape, the more anxious they became.

Perhaps fearing that the "rebellious Primarch" before him was brewing some kind of warp magic, a veteran warrior finally rushed down and engaged Lancelot in battle.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The power axe and power sword clashed back and forth for more than ten rounds. Lancelot looked surprised as he once again blocked the red warrior wielding two axes in front of him, and then cleaved his helmet in two with a backhand sword.

Even so, Lancelot did not see any fear in the face beneath the shattered helmet; instead, it was filled with terrifying rage!

With a double-axe slash, Lancelot tried to use the same trick he had used against his other brothers-in-arms, sidestepping to dodge the attack. But the crimson angel in front of him seemed to be completely different from the other crimson angels, lunging at Lancelot in an almost self-destructive manner!

Lancelot frowned immediately, caught off guard and could only try to parry again. The double axes left two very distinct wounds on the armor on his chest. However, Lancelot also tried to press down on his head, but he dodged it. Helpless, Lancelot switched from palm to elbow and smashed it into his face, sending him flying.

Even though he had taken an elbow strike and half of his face was covered in blood, the warrior showed no fear. He even took advantage of the moment to kick out and strike the hilt of Lancelot's sword, causing Lancelot to stagger back dozens of steps!

"Interesting. State your name."

Lancelot also became slightly serious; the person in front of him finally gave Lancelot a sense of unease! This was no ordinary Astartes; he was probably someone of considerable renown!

He twirled his power sword, while the man in front of him glared at Lancelot. He planted his battle axe in the ground, then ripped off the power armor from his shoulders with his bare hands, revealing his massive muscles. He picked up the battle axe again and strode toward Lancelot!

"Chaos's lackey! I am the Emperor's Wrath! The loyal commander of the Eighth Company of the Crimson Angels! For the glory of Anglona! In the name of Karn, I will destroy you!"

The roar echoed throughout the arena. Lancelot stood with his sword hanging down, but his expression was somewhat tense.

Lancelot also knew of Kahn, who was even able to fight on par with the Imperial Fist Champion, the Sword Saint Sigismund, during the Siege of Terra.

But in the main universe, Kahn is the chosen one of the mortal gods of Khorne, yet in this mirror universe he claims to be the Wrath of the Emperor, which is quite unsettling to watch.

Without a doubt, in this mirror universe, Emperor's Wrath Cain is just as troublesome as the Chosen of Khorne in the main world. Lancelot finally felt immense pressure when facing him.

The roaring power axe and Lancelot's power sword clashed repeatedly at this moment, until finally, at one point, the weapons in Lancelot and Kahn's hands could no longer withstand the overwhelming attack.

The disintegration field attached to it shattered with a roar in the final energy collision. The energy then collided and disintegrated, and the blades also collided, both of them showing some deformation.

dong dong dong.

The impact of the energy caused the two to step back from each other.

"I think it's time to slip away."

Lancelot had just reached his current limit. His combat rating was 95 points. He could probably easily defeat an ordinary Astartes, but he would have a hard time against a Space Marine like Cain.

After all, as a hero unit on the Empire's side, the script is that they show weakness in the early stage and then turn the tide in the later stage. Lancelot can feel that the combat power of Kahn in front of him is getting stronger and stronger.

"Let's stop here; there's no point in continuing."

Lancelot stopped and sheathed his sword.

But it was precisely when Lancelot was preparing to leave this world...

Right now.

"boom--!!"

With a deafening roar, an arc of light descended from the sky like a meteorite, crashing directly into the arena, instantly sending up red sand flying and billowing dust!

In an instant, an extraordinary pressure, surpassing all things and like the descent of a god, swept across the entire arena like a tsunami.

This oppressive force was as vast as the starry sea and as heavy as an abyss, rising from within our very genes.

Lancelot's gaze flickered slightly, but he quickly recovered, though a sense of awe still welled up in his heart.

coming.

The loyal Primarch has finally arrived.

And the manner in which she arrived was entirely befitting of the stature expected of a Primarch.

A single person, breaking through the atmosphere directly from outer space and landing on the ground without relying on any lander for cushioning.

The only reason they could do this was because of the terrifying body of the Primogen, which transcended the physical limits of the real universe.

dong dong dong.

Lancelot's heart was also racing.

A Primarch! A great being I've only ever glimpsed in novels and games! Now I can finally see his true form!