Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

The smoke slowly dissipated.

Her battle skirt swayed, but she was by no means a delicate woman. Her nearly four-meter-tall body was not bulky at all, but rather the body of a demigod who possessed both ultimate elegance and overwhelming majesty.

She wore a crimson armor with gilded trim, every line of which was smooth and sharp. The armor on her chest was engraved with a double-headed eagle emblem and imperial holy symbols, every inch of which exuded holiness and majesty.

Golden light flowed around her, untouched by dust, standing out starkly from the dilapidated arena around her. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall.

Her hair fluttered in the wind, her skin was as white as snow, and her face was so exquisite that she resembled a deity, while her crimson-gold eyes fully displayed the majesty of an imperial heir.

Wherever his gaze swept, even the air seemed to freeze. The divine manifestation of the Primarch was an insurmountable barrier for mortal Astartes!

Astartes is the Emperor's warrior, an elite weapon, while she is the Emperor's extraordinary offspring, a demigod walking among mortals.

With each breath, there was an aura that could suppress the galaxy; the difference between the two was like heaven and earth.

Lancelot felt there was no need to hold onto his power sword anymore, because he saw that the Twelfth Legion Commander named Anglona was holding a longsword that was burning with flames.

The Emperor's Sword.

Even without activating its power, it exudes a chilling aura that suppresses all chaos and evil. This sword contains the Emperor's pure power. Demons killed by it are no longer banished back to the warp as usual, but are completely annihilated on any level!

In the original world, the one wielding this longsword was the Son of Vengeance, Commander of the Thirteenth Legion: Robert Guilliman.

But in this mirrored world, it's actually the weapon of Angron... oh no, I mean, the lord of the Twelfth Legion, Angrona?!

It is said that Guilliman was actually a berserker, but was suppressed by education. Angron was originally supposed to be a psychiatrist, but was forcibly transformed into a killing machine by the planet's environment and the Butcher's Nail!

Thinking this, Lancelot couldn't help but look at the head of the Primarch Anglona in front of him.

Butcher's nails are a kind of ancient, ruthless tool from the dark age of technology.

In layman's terms, it's similar to a lobotomy combined with a nerve stimulation device.

Its procedure is extremely brutal, requiring the insertion of numerous wired "nails" through the skull and into the brain to replace the function of some brain regions.

With such extensive modifications, the only purpose of this thing is to amplify anger, suppress reason and emotion, and inflict terrifying pain that almost exceeds the limits of physiological endurance!

Even a demigod like the Primarch couldn't tolerate it. Wearing this thing meant that the only pleasure one could get was from killing, and only combat could temporarily relieve the pain.

The Primarch Angron in the Overworld had been carrying the Butcher's Nail for many years when the Emperor found him, and even the Emperor could not safely remove it.

It seems that for this reason, the yellow weasel himself had almost no patience for Angron, using it purely as a tool, which can only be described as utterly despicable.

However, if we only look at Angron himself, his experience can be described as a tragedy within a tragedy.

He was picked up by a slave owner as a child and used to fight as a gladiator. Before he had fully mastered his powers, the Butcher's Nail was implanted in him.

Under such circumstances, enduring pain and a bloodthirsty urge to kill, he still led a slave revolt, wanting to overthrow the slave owners. However, as the battle progressed, the Emperor descended and took him away, leaving Angron bewildered as a so-called "deserter."

Thus, for Angron in the original world, his entire life was that of a slave.

The emperor is his slave master, and chaos is his slave master.

The root of all tragedy is the butcher's nail.

After being enchanted, Angron briefly escaped the interference of Butcher's Sting. At that time, he desperately wanted to give up, forcing Khorne to enchant Butcher's Sting as well. This turned the Lord of the Twelfth Legion into a monster driven by rage and slaughter.

And now, in this world, does the loyal version of the Twelfth Legion's leader still have the Butcher's Nail on her head?

It seems not, no wonder.

Lancelot muttered to himself, and at that moment, Primarch Angraona, who had descended upon the scene, glanced at the battle, her golden eyes instantly locking onto Lancelot in the arena, and then her brows furrowed slightly.

Before arriving at this place, Angelona had already received intelligence from her legion that one of the traps she had set had been triggered. A being that looked like a dark angel had silently entered her quarters and triggered the trap she had personally set.

At first, she naturally assumed that her traitorous brother had fallen into her trap.

The other party is guided by chaos, is extremely suspicious of everything, and is infinitely obsessed with any secrets about themselves, which is why she set up this trap.

Now that the trap has been triggered, Angelona immediately dropped all her work and even used some special means to rush back to her home planet.

But what's strange is that along the way, various intelligence reports came in, and the person who fell into her trap did not try to kill his own offspring. If he really was that traitor Leon, why would he go to such lengths?

Unless he had already seen through everything about this place, but still chose to step into the trap in order to lure me out and confront me.

There may be many conspiracies involved, or even a trap set by that guy himself... But for Angelona, ​​wielding the Emperor's Sword, she must step into this arena no matter what.

As she landed, she was prepared for a desperate fight, but when she actually saw what was in front of her, Angelona frowned slightly.

"You are not Leon."

She uttered a statement that set the tone, and Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing it. But the next moment, the Lord of the Red Sand's words shifted back:

"But you do have the feel of Leon's genes."

As she spoke, Angelona strode toward Lancelot, and an oppressive aura naturally followed.

"So... what exactly are you?"

"Are you perhaps a tool created by Leon to explore this place? How did Leon manage to arrive here so silently? What did he do for you?"

As the Primarch drew closer, the sheer power emanating from its genes was enough to make the legs of an ordinary Space Marine go weak.

But Lancelot remained unaffected. Staring at the Primarch's face for a moment, he quickly regained his composure, his survival instincts kicking in, and blurted out:

"Lord of the Twelfth Legion! I have nothing to do with that traitor Leon! As for why I am here... I cannot explain it to you clearly, but I can tell you that I bear a mission! Something directly related to the Emperor!"

"Things related to the emperor?"

Angelona found these words amusing, and at that moment, the Emperor's Sword in her hand burst into flames.

To survive, they even uttered such nonsense?

However, Angelona wanted to know why the person in front of her was so fearless.

Because she knew perfectly well how intimidating the Emperor's Sword in her hand was to demons; even her traitorous brothers would feel fear in the face of this sword. Yet, the being before her did not react at all.

The reasons are actually quite simple. First, Lancelot could leave this world at any time. Second, he didn't expect to meet the Emperor's loyal offspring here, which would allow him to determine the authenticity of that item...

However, seeing the Primarch approaching menacingly and completely disbelieving his words, Lancelot was actually a little apprehensive.

"Wait, Primarch! That thing is rather special. I think we should have the people around leave first! Give us some private space, and then I'll show it to you!"

"Let us leave?! You damned heretics! You think you can fool us with words alone?!"

The surrounding Crimson Angels growled, and Anglona, ​​the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion's Crimson Angels, looked coldly at Lancelot in front of her, the Emperor's Sword in her hand already slightly raised at this moment!

There's no other way...

Lancelot felt a frantic sense of crisis! How fast could a Primarch move?! For an Astartes, it would be almost impossible to see them before being killed!

The reason Angelona was still standing there was simply to observe and confirm whether there were any traps still on Lancelot.

Primarch Angora's thoughts raced as she gazed at Lancelot before her. Strangely, the warp around him was unusually calm, and the real universe was remarkably stable… Could it be that Chaos had cast some kind of curse upon him?

A myriad of thoughts were processed like lightning in the Primarch's mind, various conjectures emerged, but ultimately all these conjectures had one premise, which was...

Let's strike first and then talk.

If any demons from the warp reside within him, they will reveal their true forms when pierced by the Emperor's Sword!

The urge to attack surged to its peak in an instant, and Lancelot was instantly like a man with his fur standing on end!

There was no other way! Under these circumstances, the Primarch and these Astartes warriors would absolutely not believe or allow him to be alone with the Primarch!

Then... we have no choice but to risk being discovered by Chaos!

Lancelot made a decision in an instant, and in the next moment, Angelona moved.

Her figure vanished from the spot almost as if in a frame skip, and at almost the same moment, a white light shone from Lancelot's hand.

"Damn it, is this chaotic scum finally going to reveal his true colors?!"

Kahn, watching from the sidelines, thought to himself.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt his body, his fearless body, tremble instinctively.

Angelona was also stunned.

The Emperor's Sword had already reached Lancelot, but she stopped it. There were no subspace fluctuations in the white light emanating from Lancelot's hand, and something suddenly appeared in Lancelot's hand within the white light.

It was a tube of red blood encased in a quartz tube.

Everything seemed the same, but for some reason, the air seemed to have become thicker.

Inside the dueling arena, the thirteen golden pillars that had been lit up began to burn fiercely.

At this moment, even the Primarch looked at what Lancelot was holding with disbelief on his face!