Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

"Praise be to Om Messiah! This is truly a miracle!"

The group of mechanical priests knelt down in excitement.

When Primarch Anglorna brought Lancelot to a huge steel warehouse on Nutheria, Lancelot directly demonstrated to her and one of the accompanying Mechanicus the effects of the complete forging of the Golden Age of Mankind.

The steel sheets disappeared one by one, replaced by sets of Space Marine power armor, weapons, grenades, supplies, medicine, and even single-person motorcycles.

Lancelot was repeating the process of collecting raw materials and retrieving items. He glanced at the mechanical priest who was already kowtowing to him with a fanatical expression, and then secretly looked at Primarch Anglona who was accompanying him.

For an hour, the other party remained silent, and Lancelot didn't know how to start the conversation, so he could only get back to work. But in his heart, he couldn't help but compare this loyal Primarch with the unfortunate Angron from his memories.

Although it was somewhat rude, Lancelot knew that there were also half of the Primarchs who had rebelled in this universe, and that the childhood experiences of those Primarchs were completely different from those in the main universe...

There's no need to dwell on anything. All I need to do now is figure out how to connect the loyal forces of the two universes. As for the vessel, I've already found it. After seven days, I'll return to the main universe, wait for the main universe's Imperial Guard to come to me, and then meet with the emperor of the main universe. Everything will then be on track.

When the time comes, given Huang Pizi's methods, he will naturally understand what he can do. He will wait for Huang Pizi's arrangements, consult Robert Guilliman's opinion, and then go and cooperate.

With that thought in mind, Lancelot turned the forging molds to full power, and Space Marine basic equipment was being produced in batches.

Three hours later, the materials from this place had already been stored in the Guardian's Space by Lancelot and were waiting to be processed according to batches.

"I've already collected all the materials in this warehouse. I've calculated that this one warehouse alone can produce about 20 sets of equipment. The rest are expected to be delivered within three days."

After Lancelot finished doing all this, he reported the situation to the Primarch beside him.

Angelona seemed to snap out of her daze and reached out to gently stroke the jet motorcycle in front of her.

Seeing the Primarch's silence before him, Lancelot pondered for a moment before finally asking:

"Anglona, ​​the Emperor's loyal offspring, is there anything you wish to ask me? I will answer whatever I know."

Lancelot said this.

At this moment, Angelona turned to look at Lancelot, and upon hearing his words, she remained remarkably calm:

"Don't worry about me. After all, you now carry the blood of the Emperor. For your safety, I will accompany you. You don't need to worry about me. Through the Commander's Order, I can connect to the command center at any time to handle affairs across the entire star system."

As Angelona spoke, she reached out and gently lifted one side of her red hair, revealing a silver tube that seemed to connect directly to the back of her head from behind her fair neck.

Commander's order?

"This thing doesn't seem to be ordinary technology."

Lancelot glanced at the thing that was directly connected to the brain and was also a little curious. At first, he thought that the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion in this world had some kind of implant in his brain, but he didn't expect that there was also something that was comparable to the Butcher's Nail.

And what can be the counterpart to Butcher's Nail... this Commander's Order should have more than just the ability to connect and handle legion affairs, right?

"This is a dark technology of Nutheria. My adoptive father discovered it and studied it, finding that it is essentially a mental amplifier that can connect with human emotions."

Angelona gently stroked the connecting wires behind her head, then looked at Lancelot in front of her:

"When I came into this world, it was still in the ignorant age of slavery. My adoptive father was a ruler who dreamed of establishing a kingdom of heaven. He adopted me and educated me."

Cheap dad and expensive godfather? Yellow weasel, your parenting skills are indeed no different from Bai Junlang's!

Lancelot thought to himself, while Anglona glanced at him and continued reminiscing about the past:

He believes that people fight endlessly because they cannot accurately sense each other's feelings.

"So after he discovered this technological product, he began research. He tried to mass-produce it, dreaming of having all of humanity wear and use it, so that everyone could feel each other's feelings, thereby ending the struggle between people."

"In fact, the plan almost succeeded, but my godfather overlooked the existence of chaos."

"As long as those demons in the warp do not disappear, innocent people will continue to be seduced and led astray. Once one person's emotions are induced to collapse by a demon, other beings connected to him will also fall into the same predicament."

"So this thing is only equipped on me."

Angelona said this.

"I see."

Lancelot was also thinking to himself, "Speaking of which, Primarch #12... judging from his behavior, he seems to be the Primarch who specifically developed into a psychiatrist like Old Man Huang."

The ability to sense the emotions of others is actually a talent of Primarch #12, and now, with the Commander's Order equipped, this talent of the Primarch is further enhanced.

If that's the case, then this Primarch of the Twelfth Legion can indeed be considered resilient and unyielding.

She had felt despair more clearly than anyone else, and it wasn't just one person's despair, but the despair of everyone in a war zone... Yet, even under these circumstances, this Primarch still chose to fight for humanity and for the Emperor.

What loyalty!

Lancelot sighed inwardly.

But at that very moment, Angelona looked at Lancelot and said lightly:

"So... in your eyes, am I actually one of the traitors?"

"Huh?! No, how could that be!"

Lancelot was lost in thought when he suddenly heard the twelfth brother beside him speak, and he immediately denied it.

After all, his current identity was that of an old friend of the Emperor and an uncle of the Primarchs, and unlike the Emperor, whose emotional intelligence was unpredictable, he quickly explained:

"A prophecy, do you know it? A prophecy—I once vaguely foresaw that half the empire would rebel!"

"I don't mean that I foresaw your rebellion, but that in this situation, in a situation where you felt more than others, you did not despair of the human empire and did not choose to rebel. This is rare, and the Emperor should be proud of you."

As Lancelot spoke, the Primarch of the Crimson Angels before him revealed a hint of amusement in his expression.

"You are truly extraordinary, Lancelot."

The Primarch murmured softly, then smiled slightly:

"This is a feeling I've never had before. It's the first time someone has treated me like a child. In that case, I'm starting to believe that you might really consider my father a friend."