Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

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Lancelot paused for a moment, then coughed twice. "In that case, there's nothing I can do. I understand. If things don't go well, I'll leave immediately!"

Lancelot ultimately chose to follow his heart.

This isn't cowardice; it's preserving the spoils of war!

Only a fool like Hakimi would dare to breathe on a truck!

And what are Primarchs? They're spaceships! If two Primarchs were to clash, it would be one thing for me, a Dark Angel, to stand by and gloat, but you're telling me that four Demon Primarchs are coming to this place next?

Is the galactic situation in this reversed world really that tense?!

Lancelot thought to himself with unease.

Anglona nodded, while Lancelot, who was preparing to run away, looked at the Primarch in front of him, his eyes flickered slightly, and he became somewhat curious about the story in this inverted world.

"Before you leave, Angelona, ​​tell me about them."

"That's just how it is."

Angelona did not refuse and began to introduce her brothers and sisters from her perspective.

Lancelot listened quietly to the story of this Primarch.

In this upside-down world.

Leon the Lion King of the First Legion became the demon prince of Tzeentch, the master of all change, and escaped into the Warp, where he sat in the Stone Fortress, gathering all the secrets of the world.

The Primarch of the Space Wolf completely embraced the Wolf Spiral within its body, becoming a slave to Khorne.

The once mighty eagle was tricked into joining the scoundrel's clutches by his subordinates.

Ferrus the Steel Hand sided with Slaanesh, even killing his friend, Primarch Vograim, the Son of the Emperor of the Third Legion.

Everything has gone down a path opposite to that of the main universe.

"But there's no need to worry, they won't get away with it."

Anglona spoke calmly: "The Primarchs of the Golden Words Legion, my brother Loka is on his way to provide support, Mortarion's Death Legion is already very close to us, and even Perturabo is on his way at full speed."

"Horus is stationed on Terra, and his eldest son, Abaddon, the chosen one who represents his will, is returning from his undefeated expedition... All we have to do now is fight, wait for reinforcements, and then achieve victory."

Angelona said this.

Lancelot was stunned as he listened to these words.

It's truly unimaginable.

It turns out that the Empire now has so many loyal Primarchs. In this inverted world, both the Primarchs and the rogue Primarchs are so active in the galaxy.

For a moment, Lancelot felt as if he had returned to the era of the 30k Great Expedition, but upon hearing that they were only on their way to provide support, Lancelot couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"This sounds exactly like the siege of Terra... Will reinforcements really arrive in time?"

Lancelot asked this question, and as the leader of the legion, Angelona simply shook her head, her gaze on Lancelot filled with trust in her clear eyes:

"It doesn't matter, because we've already achieved results this time."

"Nuseria has fallen so suddenly, Lancelot, you too must live on with hope. Just as you said, in the darkest hour of the human empire, you will return with hope."

As Lancelot listened to the Primarch's words and felt that trust, his lips twitched slightly. After a long pause, he finally managed to utter:

"On this point, I finally realize that you and your cheap biological father, the Emperor, are somewhat similar in that you're both a bit inhuman."

Upon hearing this, Angelona seemed amused by Lancelot's use of the term "cheap biological father," revealing a smile of astonishment:

"Is that so? I think he has done more than enough. Although he was indeed inhuman, he still left us, his descendants, with the most precious legacy."

"As the Primarch, I can choose to go to the far reaches of the stars like that angel, far away from everything. Similarly, I can choose to fight for humanity to the very end."

"In this absurd universe, perhaps only we, his offspring, are among the rare few who have the right to choose our own future."

As she spoke, she came to the doorway and looked at the world she had created with her own hands in the distance.

"And those who turn to Chaos are nothing but a bunch of immature fools who sell their most precious possessions to the devil for a pittance."

As the Primarch said this, Lancelot naturally understood the meaning behind her words.

Each Primarch, once fully awakened to their power, is a god who exists simultaneously in the physical universe and the warp.

At that time, the Primarchs will be the true masters of their own will, and no matter what choices they make throughout the universe, they will not be interfered with.

These are the treasures and legacies that the emperor gave them.

Unfortunately, the Emperor, this weasel, had to become a riddle teller for various reasons... but even so, Lancelot couldn't help but sigh.

Anglona!

I can't believe you'd actually speak well of weasels?! Is this what it means to be a qualified psychologist?!

The thought flashed through Lancelot's mind, but in the end, he could only sigh:

"I think I understand, Anglona. In that case, I must also express my respect for you. Although I hate fighting, I am not afraid of it."

"In Lancelot's name, I will surely triumph!"

Lancelot said earnestly, and Angelona nodded slightly in response.

Then she looked at Lancelot's resolute face and suddenly spoke:

"Speaking of which, seeing the stone tablet should have given you a clue that this place is Nuthria, right? So why did you still choose to enter my room in the arena?"

Lancelot's expression froze.

The chivalrous demeanor he had just been putting on crumbled in an instant.

"Um? How should I put it?"

Lancelot stammered, "Uh... cough cough, for some reason, I wanted to investigate whether the Empire was hiding any secrets. I apologize for entering your room so abruptly."

"You didn't steal anything from inside, did you?"

"No, how could that be? I'm not the kind of person who doesn't keep their hands clean."

Lancelot spoke with an air of detachment, while Anglona smiled, her tone revealing undisguised ease:

"It's alright. The thing inside is a bit special. You can only take it if he's willing to follow you."

Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but then realized that the sentence meant, "Isn't Saint Jerace's laurel wreath extraordinary?"

Lancelot thought this way, and Anglona didn't pursue the matter too much.

The First Legion was the first legion created by the Emperor himself from Terra. Its characteristics are suspiciousness and mystery, which explains why Lancelot became a member of the Dark Angels.

"Do you want to know the secrets of the Empire? I don't actually know much about these things myself. Perhaps Horus or Magnus can tell you many secrets about the human Empire."

Angelona said, "But as for me... there's something that's probably a secret in my heart... it's the place where Saint Geres last appeared."