Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

That's what I was thinking.

At that moment, suddenly, the door to the machine room was flung open!

A squad of Astartes from the Crimson Angels Legion appeared outside the machine room at some unknown time, fully prepared and ready!

"Excuse me, sir, there was an unusual change in gravity here just now... May I ask...?"

The Astartes company sergeant, seeing that Lancelot was alright in the room, breathed a slight sigh of relief. But when Lancelot and the steel giant in front of him both turned their gazes toward him, the sergeant felt his blood run cold.

He had been ordered to ensure the safety of the elder Lancelot, even at the cost of his own life. Therefore, when a violent gravitational fluctuation occurred in the machine room where Lancelot was, he hurriedly led his team to kick down the door and rush in...

But upon opening the door... what came into view was a Saturn-shaped Fearless Cultivator... the gravity change just now must have been caused by this Fearless Cultivator.

In other words, Lancelot is safe, but I wonder if my reckless entry will anger this fearless monk?

The elder might not take action, but in his memory, every resurrected fearless cultivator was extremely irritable! Planting technical soldiers in the ground was routine operation!

For a moment, he thought he might need to recuperate for a few days, but Lancelot just waved his hand.

"Okay, it's nothing."

These things are hard to explain to them, so it's better to just treat them as your own little secrets.

So Lancelot told them not to disturb the Dreadnoughts who were resting in the machine room, and to invite several master foundries and technical sages from the Cult of Mechanics who could handle the Saturn-type Dreadnought problem.

That's naturally no problem.

The events that occurred in the Crimson Sands arena resulted in the forced erasure of the memories of all members of the Crimson Angels, except for the Primarch himself and Lancelot.

Even so, based on this incident alone, Lancelot's status had long since changed from an invader to an elder whom even the Primarch had to treat with respect, and the rumors that were spread even directly told outsiders that Lancelot was once a friend of the Emperor.

Thus, within the Empire, Lancelot naturally received Primarch-level treatment, and even the highly respected Master Forgers and Mechanicus dared not show him the slightest disrespect.

My gaze remained fixed on the Fearless, which was entirely silver-white and looked as new as a blank slate model that had just been produced.

Logically, it should be decorated with some Legion-specific style decorations and patterns.

Unfortunately, Lancelot isn't a modeler, and besides, Dauntless isn't something that can be fixed with just a spray paint job; it's best to have a professional come and take a look.

When the master craftsmen of the Crimson Angels and the members of the Cult of Mechanics arrived, even the most skilled mechanical sages on Nuseria couldn't help but marvel at the sight of the brand-new Saturn-type Dreadnought in front of Lancelot.

"Hail Ohm Messiah! It's been over a hundred years since I've seen a newly born divine machine! The last time I witnessed one was when the Iron Warriors stood guard over Nutheria!"

A wise man remarked with emotion.

"Is the Empire still producing this model of the Dreadnought Mech?" Lancelot asked, and the Mechanicus sage quickly replied:

"The Saturn Dreadnought's technology was perfected and modified by several Primarchs during the Great Crusade, and the technology is quite advanced. Unfortunately, the cost of manufacturing a Saturn Dreadnought is too high, and it is too bulky to cope with the current highly mobile battlefield. Currently, only the Iron Warriors are still producing such Iron Giants, and they have the most experience."

The sage of the Mechanic Church said this, and Lancelot understood what he meant.

In this reversed world, the Iron Warrior is a member of the Loyalists. As a master of siege warfare, the Saturn-type Dreadnought is a perfect fit for his tactics.

"The only flaw of this Dauntless is that it is not fully armed yet; it is as immature as a child."

The master forger of Astartes, observing the steel behemoth before him from a tactical perspective, said this.

Clearly, his judgment was sharp. Although the 8-meter-tall Dreadnought in front of him was the master of war, its weapon system was too simplistic.

Admittedly, its powered claws with a disintegrating force field are enough to completely destroy even the most stubborn enemy defenses, and its heat-melting cannon can tear everything in its path. Once teleported into the battlefield, it will become the most terrifying nightmare in the eyes of the enemy.

But in Astartes' eyes... the Dreadnought, with only these two weapons, was far too rudimentary, and its appearance was clean and without any divine mark. It was completely immature in terms of both firepower and warp resistance.

"So naive, like a child."

This analogy is not an exaggeration at all, because there are warp gods, and even the most ordinary weapon requires the chanting and prayers of the Cult of Mechanics.

In this world, although the Empire also experienced the Primarch's rebellion, the Imperial Truth that the Emperor so fervently promoted was shattered, and faith in the Emperor rose as a result, it was not as ignorant and fanatical as in the main world.

The Golden Word Messenger Legion of Luojia perfected various religious rituals of the State Religion and the Mechanism Religion.

Through these rituals, using artifacts that appear to be altar decorations, such as cleansed skulls and divine pronouncements, weapons can be imbued with the power of the God-King, making the machine spirits within them stronger and granting them resistance against the warp.

As for the Saturn-type Dreadnought, it should have undergone an extremely complicated ritual, with loyal mechanical servants burning incense and praying for each part, and the assembly should have shown initial results. However, there are no traces of this on the Saturn-type Dreadnought.

This is what would surprise the sages of the Mechanicus.

He had seen many calves running freely on the grassland, but this was the first time he had ever seen a baby like this, as if it had just been born from its mother's womb.

So he stepped forward, his long mechanical claws extending out, and began to examine the Saturn-shaped fearless machine spirit in his own way.

But he didn't know until he checked, and the data that appeared in his eyes was shockingly exaggerated.

This Saturn-type Dreadnought is in unimaginably good condition, with an incredibly powerful machine spirit, no less powerful than those holy relics that have been through countless trials!

"How could such a thing happen..."

The sage of the Mechanicocracy was momentarily bewildered: "All the data is too good! This...this is practically a model of divine creation! Was it once aboard a living saint?!"

"No, there's absolutely no trace of its use in his combat log! My God! Respected elder! How! How on earth was this forged?!"