Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Noticing the Primarch's emotions, Lancelot finally felt relieved about the authenticity of his Imperial bloodline.

It seems I underestimated the power of the system.

As a transmigrator, the Demon King's Guardian in the early days of the system always started by drawing Pangu's blood, which was essentially no different from drawing the blood of a weasel. The main reason was that the nature of the Warhammer universe, a cesspool, made Lancelot have to be suspicious.

Now that the truth has been verified,

Then we need to carefully consider what we can gain in this mirror world...

As Lancelot thought this, his gaze suddenly shifted to the vial of blood in his hand.

If we're talking about the strongest character in Warhammer 40, it has to be the Emperor of Man.

Although I've had terrible luck, unfortunately being transported to two Warhammer universes, looking at it from another perspective, it seems like this could lead to mutual benefit between the two Warhammer universes?!

In a single universe, even a human emperor cannot stand alone.

But... what if I existed to connect the powers of the human emperors in the two universes?! The human empire in the Warhammer universe is actually in a crippled state, but if the two crippled universes help each other, perhaps the situation can be turned around!

Thinking this, a storm raged within Lancelot's heart, and his gaze toward Anglona, ​​the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion, changed slightly.

So now the most important thing is how to convince the Primarch in front of you, and that's easy.

He openly committed perjury.

Thinking this, and looking directly at the Primarch before him, Lancelot sheathed his Imperial Blood, then stood his sword there and spoke:

"Whether you believe it or not, I knew of the existence of the Emperor of Man during the 1k era, when human civilization first began to emerge in Terra."

"At that time, he was not yet the Emperor of Man, but he was still willing to dedicate himself to the human race. I witnessed him transform into Saint George to defeat the fragments of the Void Dragon, I witnessed him transform into Leonardo da Vinci to create masterpieces on paper, I witnessed the rise and fall of mankind, and I also witnessed him embark on that magnificent Great Crusade."

"He once asked me to help him realize his dream. I didn't agree immediately, but chose to wait and see. But at that time, I promised him one thing... to leave a seed of hope for his future, and for the future of humanity!"

"So he gave me a vial of his blood and completely forgot my existence, and I, having fulfilled my mission, have preserved it until now!"

Lancelot spoke without batting an eye, having already said these words once before, so his delivery was incredibly fluent.

Upon hearing this, all the loyal Astartes of the Twelfth Legion in the entire arena, including their Primarch Angelona, ​​looked at Lancelot with a clear sense of bewilderment in their eyes.

Because the way they looked at Lancelot in front of them had changed from looking at a mysterious Astartes to looking at a mysterious ancient fossil.

What does it mean that you already knew Emperor during the 1k era?

What does it mean that a human emperor once asked you to realize his dream together?

Such people are not uncommon in the empire.

The long-dead Chancellor of the human empire, the immortal Macardo, was one of them.

And now... the Marker of the Mark, Macado, is dead, and you suddenly appear to tell the current Primarchs and Astartes that you are an immortal being like Macado?

If Lancelot hadn't just used the Emperor's Blood, Angelona would have thought the person in front of her was nothing more than a reckless madman!

But when the Emperor's blood appeared in Lancelot's hands, Anglona's perception as the Primarch was countless times clearer than Astartes'. That resonance, almost etched into the depths of her soul, told her an indisputable answer.

That was indeed the blood of his father, the Emperor of Mankind!

And what does that mean?

The original entities were all dizzy from this.

Now... the emperor is severely injured and sits on the golden throne.

In his gamble with the four gods, he has staked his entire body, all his blood and flesh, and even his soul on the table... Now he has lost everything and can only sit on the golden throne to maintain the crumbling hope of the human empire.

And what is this vial of imperial blood equivalent to?

For a gambler who is already destitute, it's like suddenly finding an old friend he doesn't recognize in his dilapidated hut.

This old friend held a gold brick engraved with the gambler's name! He told the gambler that this gold brick was given to him by someone else, and now he would use it to rebuild the crumbling human empire!

That might be a slight exaggeration.

After all, how could the blood of an emperor be compared to a mere gold brick?!

Empty!

Inside the dueling arena, 13 golden beams of light began to roar and burst forth with brilliance.

This cage itself also involved the power of the emperor.

Upon sensing that a vial of his blood had suddenly appeared in the physical universe, the cold sun in the subspace also began to burn fiercely at that moment!

The demons and evil gods in the warp also sensed at this moment that the Emperor was being violently stirred by something!

"!!!"

The Blood God Khorne cast his gaze, only to find that it was Nuthria, the homeworld of the Twelfth Legion. As for anything else, it was obscured by the shadow of the cursed one and some mysterious power, making it impossible to see anything at all!

He didn't ponder why his view was obstructed, or why the cursed being drawn to it! He simply laughed and slammed his hammer against the brass throne! Then he issued his commands!

"Launching an expedition to Nutheria!"

Blood God prepared to investigate the situation in the most direct way, and 88 demon armies led by 8 Khorne Archdemons began to advance towards Nuseria.

The situation is exactly the same elsewhere!

Inside Slaanesh's palace! Even the Dark Prince, lost in pleasure, reacted to the commotion. Upon discovering that it was the planet Nuthria, a terrifying, sinister laugh echoed from within the seven layers of curtains.

Lord of Red Sand! What a steadfast being! He has long wanted to bring him into his palace and pamper him to his heart's content, to see what kind of depraved face the hope of the empire would reveal under his favor!

The 66 demon armies led by the six Slaanesh archdemons also began their march toward Nusera!

Even so, it was just another ordinary day for the warp.

The newly born Slaanesh were restless to begin with, and the Blood God was an evil god whose calling was war. He craved blood at all times, so it was only natural for him to wage war.

What truly stirred up the entire subspace were the other two places that were originally quite peaceful.

In the realm of filth, amidst those foul clouds of spores, the benevolent father representing decaying life originally had no intention of getting involved.

But... the warp fluctuations caused by the other guys caused the warp power of that planet to rise suddenly. As a result, because of his divine duty, he vaguely sensed a life force on the planet Nuseria that should not have appeared before, a force that he coveted immensely!

That is the life of the cursed!

Even the usually peaceful Plague Lord became excited at this moment, and a lineup of 7 Nurgle Archmages and 77 Nurgle armies surged toward Nusera!

In the subspace, the three evil gods were acting in this way, and Tzeentch, who was known as the Lord of All Changes, was also in the palace, convulsing with excitement as if in a spasm!

"An unexpected turn of events! What on earth happened on Nutheria?! Why is there not a single Thread of Fate on that planet?! This is amazing, absolutely amazing!"

The Lord of Change screamed. He was the god who controlled all variables and fate, but at this moment, he had captured a change that exceeded his own prophecy, which naturally filled him with uncontrollable joy! The demon army, representing the number nine of his holy numbers, also began to assemble!

The warp was in an unimaginable upheaval and turmoil; any psionicist could feel that the entire chaotic gaze of the universe was focused on the planet Nuseria!