Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

"Sanctus? Wasn't he already...?"

Lancelot was slightly taken aback. In the Reverse World, Saint Gilles should theoretically belong to the Chaos faction.

But Angelona shook her head and said:

"Saint Jeremy was deeply saddened, during a ritual in which he was bewitched and about to fall into chaos, because the offspring of his legions chose to die for him, abruptly interrupting their father's sacrificial ceremony with their lives."

"When he regained consciousness, he was in unbearable pain. At that moment, my brother chose to exile himself and went to the very edge of the galaxy."

"I found the last remnants of his feathers in the deepest part of the Vampire Starfield. Magnus said he would never come back, but if it were you, perhaps things would be different."

Angelona said with anticipation.

"Magnus said he sees no future path in you; you're a 'spoiler,' and perhaps... you can bring him back."

Lancelot also perked up his ears upon hearing this. In this mirror world, Saint Jereth should theoretically belong to the traitorous faction.

According to Anglona, ​​the Primarchs of the Blood Angels did not betray the cause but left out of despair. Although they were not officially defined as traitors, the Ninth Legion no longer exists within the Empire.

Lancelot didn't know exactly what had happened, but the news was indeed a secret, since it was related to the Primarch. Unfortunately, secrets told to you by others cannot be recorded in the archives.

Angels in the vampire star system...

Lancelot could only secretly memorize this.

"In that case, let's head to the next warehouse."

As Lancelot spoke, he intended to head to the next warehouse to continue using his forging skills, but Anglona stopped him.

"As for weapons, there's no need to manufacture any more."

The Twelfth Legion Commander, Angelona, ​​said, "Lancelot, I hope you can spend the rest of your time exploring Nutheria."

Angelona said this, and Lancelot was taken aback upon hearing it:

"Doesn't the Empire currently lack weapons?"

"Although Peturabo has a bad temper, with him around, the Empire will not have any problems with its weapons."

Anglona explained, "However, this doesn't mean that the equipment you produced was useless. Perhaps one day when the Empire truly has no Primarchs left, the weapons in that warehouse will become a spark of despair."

"..."

Lancelot paused for a moment. "Well, in this mirror world, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Peturabo, is a loyalist. With this master weaponsmith around, the Empire's weapon supply will indeed not have any problems."

As Lancelot pondered, a Stormbird landed nearby.

Before Lancelot could say anything more, Anglona excused herself and, escorted by the Crimson Gold Glory Guard, boarded the Stormbird and left the place.

As Lancelot watched the departing fighter jets, he suddenly realized that the battle situation in this mirror universe was probably much more chaotic than in the main world.

After all, in the main world, the Primarchs were mostly absent during the 40k era.

Brother Duncan uttered the classic line, "The Primarchy is over." But what happened next was that, in order to improve its financial reports, the real-world government revived Guilliman and brought back the Lion King, thus declaring that the Primarchy had borne abundant fruit.

However, this is only from the audience's perspective. If we really look at it from the perspective of the Warhammer universe... a universe without the Primarchs might be considered dark, but a universe with the Primarchs is like a pressure cooker!

Primarchs are war gods in the universe, and the demons of the warp are the source of eternal turmoil. The demon Primarchs who have fallen into chaos and the loyal Primarchs will inevitably clash in an epic war that is beyond words.

On a battlefield of that scale, even seasoned veterans are merely expendable resources. From any perspective, I am not suited to step onto the battlefield in this place…

Thoughts swirled in his mind, and Lancelot could only sigh in the end.

At that very moment, a servant approached Lancelot and said, "Elder, the Lord of Red Sand has arranged accommodations for you."

"Take me there."

Lancelot said this, and his attendants quickly led him onto a magnificent chariot, then headed in a direction familiar to him.

Sitting atop this glorious vehicle, which is actually a high-tech version of a hovercar, it was the Primarch's vehicle specifically used to meet his brothers.

Sitting atop his glorious chariot, Lancelot looked out the window, beginning his serious observation of the Primarch's home planet for the first time.

Looking up, three rings enveloping the entire planet are moving across the horizon; from a cosmic perspective, the entire planet is firmly enveloped by three layers of ring-shaped defenses.

It was a metal ring made up of countless modular space stations, macro cannon turrets, and void shield generators. The rings were connected by alloy trusses as thick as mountains. The surface was covered with dense heat dissipation vents and cannons. It had a cold, hard, dark silver metallic luster all year round. Through special sunlight refraction technology, it did not cast huge shadows.

Occasionally, Imperial Navy frigates and transport ships would pass by along the fixed shipping lanes, their lights appearing as tiny as fireflies in the face of the vast metal rings.

Lancelot turned his gaze from the horizon to what was in front of him: a large expanse of Gothic buildings with red and brown as the main colors.

Lancelot looked at everything before him; in a way, this should be a fortress world.

The jungle of defensive spires and fortifications is the only dominant force here. If you look down from the sky, you will see tens of thousands of prismatic defensive towers rising from the ground, ranging in height from hundreds to thousands of meters.

The tower is covered with Gothic imperial prayers and emblems, and each wall is inlaid with anti-aircraft laser cannons, missile pods and automatic turrets, with the cannon barrels pointing straight to the sky in a radial arrangement.

Dense and seemingly endless, like a silent steel forest, always on high alert, yet it was precisely within this fortress world that Lancelot saw children playing among the steel.

As the vehicle drove through it and got closer, Lancelot discovered the secret beneath this steel jungle.

Green vegetation grows among the steel buildings, blocking out the sunlight. Surprisingly, beneath the cannons lies a beautiful pedestrian street, yet vehicles can still pass through.

Sky Eagle decorations are everywhere; once you step inside, Lancelot feels like he's wandered into a tourist city.

People strolled peacefully through the streets, where the towering fortress, with its exquisitely designed sports area and leisure park, blended seamlessly together. It was simply a work of art.

The Primarch used his talents to plan the entire planet's cities, even designing a spatial layout in a fortified world that could meet all the needs of the inhabitants.

The Glory vehicle is equipped with special technology that connects to various data monitoring systems across the entire planet. With a casual glance, Lancelot can see that almost all life indicators are close to infinite abundance.

This is a utopia created by the Primarchs, a communist society in the truest sense.

Here, everyone's abilities and interests can be developed, and everyone's thoughts and awareness serve as a model for the imperial offspring. A population of 15 billion resides here, and it is also the most direct and primary source of manpower for the Twelfth Legion, the Crimson Angels Legion.

But even in this world, the next challenge is the attack of four evil gods and four armies of demons.