Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

At that moment, the Astartes monk who was practicing with the children also noticed Lancelot. When he noticed the red attendant beside Lancelot, he realized that Lancelot's identity was definitely not simple.

Because in the democratic and egalitarian Nusseria, there is essentially no class distinction.

Even outsiders must abide by this principle, with the only exception being the Primarch's siblings—other Primarchs of the Empire who come to Nuthria will be assigned a special red attendant to accompany them.

This rule was actually known only to some of the older Astartes, since it was not written down but was a pattern summarized by warriors who witnessed other Primarchs coming to Nuthria.

As it happened, this veteran had heard the rumor, and when he saw that it had actually happened, he mistook Lancelot for the Primarch of another legion.

His face flickered with excitement as he sheathed his wooden sword and shouted, "Children, stand at attention!"

At his command, the children, who had been scattered and pondering how to defeat him, quickly gathered together, and the veteran also jogged over to Lancelot's side.

"..."

Lancelot seemed unsure what to say, but the veteran glanced at the red-clad attendant beside him. The attendant then made a gesture, which the veteran understood. He immediately bowed and said:

"Greetings, esteemed elder! My name is Curtis Norman, a member of the 16th Column of the 4th Company of the Crimson Angels. I have successfully completed my reconnaissance mission and am currently on leave."

A vacation... Although the battles in this reverse universe are probably much more intense than in the main universe, the Empire doesn't seem to be in a state of sustainable collapse.

Is this your hometown?

Lancelot asked, and Curtis smiled and nodded, "Yes, I am a Nuseria, and this is where I was born."

"Do you have anything to do with these children?"

Lancelot looked at the children standing behind him in a row, but not in a neat line, many of them peeking at him.

Space Marines have long lifespans, undergo extensive training after their transformations, and most are sent to distant battlefields to fight against humanity's enemies. However, this does not mean that Space Marines forget their original families.

In fact, the birth of an Astartes meant that the family would receive excellent treatment, which would naturally lead to the development of a clan.

Some families take pride in producing Astartes, teaching their descendants to take pride in their mission, and sending eligible children from their families to take the Astartes selection exam.

Even if only one out of hundreds of people succeeds, it is worth celebrating. His name will be recorded in the glorious history of the family genealogy, and generation after generation, soldiers will be sent to the empire.

That's why Lancelot asked the veteran Curtis who these children were to him, but the veteran just smiled in response:

"No, I have nothing to do with them, elder. These are young Nusera who were playing, and I am an old Nusera who taught them and joined them in their play."

As he said this, a hint of surprise appeared in Lancelot's eyes.

"This is unexpected; you're actually willing to spend time playing with the children."

"It's nothing, elder!"

Curtis also suppressed his smile and said seriously:

"When I first became an Astartes and hadn't yet donned my armor, I was training on a planet. We were incredibly fortunate at the time, because during our training, a glorious and fearless monk voluntarily awoke from his slumber."

"The fearless monk awoke not because of the war; he simply wanted to see the skies of his homeland. Yet, having served the Empire for over a thousand years, he was still willing to tell us, the new recruits, about the glorious history of the legion and personally teach us how to fight."

"That monk is almost a thousand years older than me, but he is still willing to teach us to identify the stars in the sky by the campfire at night, while I am only three hundred years older than these children."

After citing the example of the fearless monks, Curtis proudly stated:

"Moreover, these children are bound to be future warriors! Some of them may become my brothers in arms, while others may join other legions. At that time, we will be comrades-in-arms who share our lives."

"In this world, as a citizen of the Empire, one must always protect something, always fight for something. These are the words of the fearless monk, and I remember them vividly."

"Some are still lost, not yet having found their direction, but thankfully, I have. That fearless monk once told me that he fought for the pure starry sky of his homeland, while I fight for the children of Nutheria!"

"So of course I'm willing to play with them, because they are the ones I'm protecting!"

Upon hearing the veteran's words, Lancelot's expression shifted slightly.

Lancelot couldn't help but think to himself, "This speech sounds like it was rehearsed in advance! Could this guy have been waiting here specifically for me to come and then give me this speech?"

Perhaps inheriting the suspicious nature of the Dark Angel, Lancelot had such a thought in his mind, but in the end, looking at the people and children in front of him, Lancelot nodded gently.

Originally intending to leave, Lancelot's gaze inexplicably drifted towards the group of children.

The little Nusserian was standing ramrod straight.

Lancelot spoke up:

"War is imminent, what are your thoughts?"

Lancelot asked this question, but received the answer almost immediately.

"Never give up!"

It was as if a dry haystack had been suddenly set ablaze! The children's shouts suddenly assaulted Lancelot's eardrums; even the discipline of repeated military training could not quell their restlessness!

Some of them couldn't help but step forward, their youthful faces filled with a light that astonished Lancelot and even made him afraid to look directly at them.

"Never give up!"

"Never give up!"

Two more voices rang out. The first one came from Space Marine Curtis, while the second one sounded slightly aged, belonging to the elders of Nutheria.

Upon seeing the elders appear, they gathered around. But when they heard Lancelot's question, these elderly people, who usually basked in the sun and watched their grandchildren play in front of them, displayed an enthusiasm no less than that of the young.

"Nuseria is our home! If Chaos dares to offend us, let them come!"

"They may destroy our homes, but they cannot destroy the souls of the Nuthraceans. If they attempt to destroy what we cherish, even if we are killed by them, our brothers and sisters will avenge us!"