Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

The Mechanicus sage looked at Lancelot with eager curiosity, but unfortunately, Lancelot couldn't answer his question either. After all, this thing was a product of the system, so he could only shake his head ambiguously.

"Its origins are a secret, but you're all right about one thing: this Dreadnought is a bit too rudimentary. So I'd like to ask you to modify it!"

"I really like the Crimson Angels' style. If possible, I'd like to equip this Dreadnought with a mechanical device capable of performing precise surgery, while ensuring sufficient firepower!"

Lancelot stated his purpose, and upon hearing this, the master blacksmiths of the Crimson Angels Legion showed a hint of excitement!

"There's absolutely no problem with that!"

"Your affirmation will be our honor! In fact, our Legion's fearless style is itself equipped with sophisticated medical devices! Every fearless monk of the Crimson Angels is, in fact, the most outstanding surgical master in the entire universe!"

These master blacksmiths were extremely excited and told Lancelot about the glory of their legion.

Lancelot nodded in realization.

It's quite normal for a legion primarily composed of apothecaries to have fearless monks performing surgery.

However, I have no intention of letting anyone drive this Dreadnought. I'll just put AI inside it and add a surgical function to it!

"Let's get started without delay."

Lancelot said this.

……

Time flies when you're busy.

The work of modifying the Dreadnoughts continued to advance, with the Crimson Angels Legion's most outstanding forging masters and several sages from the Cult of Mechanics fully involved in the work.

About five days passed in this way.

On the sixth day of Lancelot's arrival in this reversed universe, a Saturn-type Dreadnought Mech, completely in the style of the Crimson Angels, was finally completed.

Compared to the beginning, this time they are armed to the teeth.

The power claw has additional large-caliber explosive shells built in, two assault cannons that can be used at both close and long ranges on its chest, three fire phosphorus missiles mounted on its head, and ultra-precision mechanical arms that can perform shell surgery on its most vulnerable flanks.

Primarch Anglona, ​​having heard that Lancelot was arming a special Dreadnought, also sent her regards.

She told Lancelot that the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Peturabo, would arrive in Nutheria later, but unfortunately, Lancelot was already returning to the main universe at that time.

To be honest, Lancelot was already preparing to leave.

look up.

Lancelot looked at the originally silent starry sky, and in the silent blackness, faint, spark-like, yet unusually conspicuous, colorful scars appeared out of nowhere.

It was a gaping wound in the physical universe, a scarlet, dark red, rusty purple, and sickly bright purple, with something mixed with an eerie green light churning within it.

The 6st day.

This is the sacred number of the evil god Slaanesh. His army of chaos will arrive in the real universe precisely on the 6th day. The four evil gods will act simultaneously, and the army of chaos will pay a huge price, starting to rush in from all directions regardless of cost.

But this happened way too fast...

Lancelot felt a slight pang of emotion, but considering that the Chaos faction in this reversed world had someone like the Thirteenth Elder... such an operation didn't seem so incomprehensible.

In short, chaos is about to descend.

A test for this planet is about to begin, but for Lancelot, it's time to embark on his journey home.

With the help of his servants, the armor was completed, and the Dark Angel's power armor was returned to Lancelot's body. Lancelot was ready to leave Nuseria.

Lancelot had already spread the news, and just before his departure, the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion in this mirror universe, Anglona, ​​finally arrived belatedly.

"Lancelot".

As the Primarch's voice came through Stormbird's loudspeaker, Lancelot stood on the beautiful grasslands of Nutheria, a planet whose name seemed incongruous with its reality. He looked up as the massive steel behemoth carrying the Primarch landed, the hatch opened, and the Primarch Anglona stepped out.

Lancelot's gaze was drawn to a black hole at that moment.

Her crimson and gleaming gold armor was exceptionally imposing, and her fiery red hair flowed in the wind, radiating an indescribable vitality. In a daze, Lancelot felt as if a fire goddess unlike any mortal had appeared before him.

However, the other party is a goddess... the offspring of an emperor, the war goddess of the galaxy, and the queen of Nutheria.

Compared to someone like myself who suddenly dies and can roam freely across the multiverse, this goddess truly carries the expectations and responsibilities of billions of people on her shoulders. Her stunning appearance is merely a gift bestowed upon her by the emperor when he created her.

Even so, Lancelot still secretly admired the yellow weasels of this world for doing a good job!

Lancelot looked at her, thinking to himself.

At that moment, Angelona was also staring at Lancelot in front of her.

The Honor Guards filed out from both sides of her, quickly forming a ceremonial formation and standing on either side of Lancelot and Anglona.

"Indeed, Lancelot, you are extraordinary."

Angelona sighed with emotion.

Before Lancelot could figure out what she was talking about, she mentioned something else.

"I heard you've been arming a Dreadnought recently."

"That's right."

Upon hearing that the Primarch was curious about the Dreadnought, Lancelot immediately reached out, and a burst of white light appeared. The enormous Dreadnought instantly materialized and landed on the lush grass.

Angelona looked up at the Dreadnought in front of her, which was in the style of her Legion. She did not ask Lancelot about the origin and purpose of the Dreadnought, but simply reached out to the side at that moment.

Two Honor Guards quickly brought out a relic casket, from which Anglona drew the Emperor's Sword, its blade ablaze with flames.

She lifted it up and then used the tip of her sword to draw cross patterns on the surface of the fearless machine.

The sages of the Mechanic Church couldn't help but spontaneously begin chanting the sacred binary hymn, their faces filled with intense excitement, and uncontrollable steam billowing from beneath their mechanical masks.

They certainly understood the significance of the Primarch's actions: the Primarch was blessing this sacred and fearless weapon, and most remarkably, he was using the Emperor's Sword!

In a sense, this also foreshadows that a great emperor will be watching over this newborn fearlessness!

The Emperor's Fire swept across the armor, and the crimson brand disappeared as Anglona lowered her longsword.

"May they be victorious in every battle and save lives."

Anglona left her blessing, then gestured for a warrior and an apothecary to bring two items to Lancelot on a red tray.

"This is?"

A gift given before departure.

Angelona spoke in this way, and then personally lifted the red cloth covering the first item.

Lancelot looked over and saw an extremely long power sword and a finely crafted storm shield with a red cross on the tray.

The forging styles of both items don't seem to match those of the Crimson Angels, yet their textures are undeniably ancient! And...

—An indescribable power!