Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

She experienced such brilliant emotions twice in her life.

The first time was when she unified Nutheria, governed the planet, and led the slaves toward equality.

The second time was during her governance of the planet, when she discovered the existence of a warp-dimensional chaotic god from records. Just as she was worrying about humanity's future, the Emperor descended from the heavens.

Angelona recognized her father at a glance and was absolutely certain that he could lead humanity to victory over Chaos, so she felt incredibly relaxed...

But that was the last time.

Since then, the memories that were once considered easy have become less clear.

This may be because, as the twelfth Primarch created by the Emperor, Anglona was born with the ability to sense the emotions of others, and even absorb their pain and negative emotions.

In this way, she can soothe the despairing soldiers and restore the fighting spirit of a demoralized army.

The only price she paid was that she had to bear all the negative emotions alone.

However, this is nothing to the Primarch.

As a demigod of the Emperor, she was born with the capacity to endure divine despair. The despair of mortals meant nothing to her. Whenever she descended upon even the most hopeless battlefield, all the pessimism would vanish with the arrival of the Primarch.

Amidst those negative emotions, Angelona carefully clears out positive ones to encourage herself, with the most common being a feeling of relief and ease.

But Angelona understood that the pressure wouldn't disappear; it would simply shift to other people's shoulders.

Each time she absorbed external emotions, she saw others as prisoners eager to be unshackled.

A sense of relief was mixed with despair for the future; even if the Primarch arrived, the despair would not disappear, but the shackles of despair would be locked onto the Primarch once again.

But as the Primarch, as the Lord of the Red Sand, the Lord of Nutheria, and the Lord of the Twelfth Legion, she was prepared to shoulder all of humanity's despair.

However, at this moment, she did not sense any despair from Lancelot; instead, she saw a hope shining with a miraculous brilliance!

Logically speaking, in this hopeless universe, hope is the cheapest poison.

Those who are not afraid of death do so to serve the emperor and return to the golden throne, but within the empire, very few people harbor such hope!

Because the cruel world can drown idealists in harsh reality... But after the Leon Rebellion, the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, half of his brothers betrayed him, and the ambitious Guilliman became the Warmaster of Chaos, hope was already dead.

Angelona had once thought that she could only feel the taste of hope in the young children of the Garden World, but now, she never expected that she could still feel that incredibly intense flame of hope in front of this immortal being who seemed to have lived since ancient times and was an old acquaintance of the Emperor.

Shining, passionate... as if the imperial blood in his hands was merely an insignificant part!

Even if the emperor's blood is useless, he will not be discouraged, but will still have other ways.

His feeling of relief was not mixed with the shackles of despair.

Instead, it's like a friendly buddy lifting up a big cake and handing it to you. Once you reach out and take it, he'll be relieved and tell you that if this piece isn't enough, he'll find something else for you, and he really can do it.

And this relaxed feeling... is far too... rare in today's universe.

"He might be trustworthy."

Angelona repeatedly savored that dazzling emotion, and whispered to herself.

And at that very moment... thirteen golden lights began to surge within the arena!

A surge of spiritual power, like a tidal wave, swept through the eyes of all the crimson angels. Their memories of this period were instantly erased, and the existence capable of doing so was self-evident.

A terrifying psychic power descended. Lancelot could feel himself facing a storm brought by the sun. The power of this storm was so immense and so terrifying, yet it was merely the aftershock of the arrival of something!

he came!

At this moment, golden light surged from Angelona's body like a spring, flowing into the Imperial Blood in her hand!

Lancelot understood that the Emperor had agreed to the plan!

As Lancelot got closer, he could see Angelona in front of him, whose pupils began to shoot out indescribable golden lightning!

"Emperor?"

Lancelot asked tentatively, but received no response. Those golden eyes stared at Lancelot, and they stared back calmly for a full thirteen minutes before the restless golden light completely disappeared.

But before the psionic lightning faded from those golden eyes, Lancelot clearly saw him nod slightly at him.

As the light faded, a series of fine, spiraling golden marks appeared on the quartz tube wall. The crimson blood lying within had completely transformed into a crimson-gold color, and its nature had completely changed from blood to flowing gold, almost identical to the legendary Philosopher's Stone.

He then tried to hand the vial of blood to Lancelot.

An invisible thought was transmitted to Lancelot.

"Depend on……"

Lancelot couldn't help but curse under his breath, but quickly grabbed the vial of blood with both hands and then swiftly returned it to the Guardian's space.

His eyes, gleaming with golden light, nodded slightly to Lancelot.

For Lancelot, a complex emotion, like eating a sour candy, began to rise.

hiss……

This is bad.

If this yellow-skinned guy is the worst of the worst, treating him as if he's certain he'll help the Empire of Man, then Lancelot will find a way to escape and simply run away, not caring at all about the fate of the Empire of Man in the Warhammer universe.

But if it's like this, then it's troublesome.

The Emperor's attitude of "I believe in you unconditionally, I believe you can bring hope to the human empire, I believe you can support the future, I believe you can save the world"... made Lancelot a little overwhelmed.

You're supposed to be the worst scum in the official history?! How come you're so humane in this reversed world?!

Sigh, I just can't do anything with you.

Lancelot sighed inwardly, watching Primarch Anglona gradually return to normal before him. In her thoughtful silence, Lancelot broke the silence first.

"Do you have raw materials for steel?"

Lancelot said, "I'll be embarking on my journey in about seven days, but before that, I'll do my best to help if I can."