Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Psychic awakening?

Lancelot was very happy with the reward.

The Warhammer universe also follows the principle of the nobility of mages, and psionicists are the noble mages.

Raising a hand to unleash psionic lightning and annihilate a large area of ​​enemy troops is a basic operation for those top think tanks. In their eyes, there is really no difference between mortals and Astartes canned goods!

For example, the Emperor himself was the most powerful psionic being among humankind. During the Great Crusade, he could easily compress an entire sun into his warship using psionic energy to serve as an energy source.

Even at the Primarch level, if you don't know how to use psionic energy, you can be considered to be inferior to others!

As you can see, Robert Guilliman, due to his resistance to his warp nature, became a psionic Muggle and was easily captured by Mortalian during the Plague War.

Later, the awakened Lion King, relying on the warp nature he had awakened, directly and head-on drove out Angron, the demon principal under Khorne's command.

These two examples demonstrate that psychic energy is a crucial element in this universe.

While powerful psychic energy makes it easier to attract the attention of demons in the warp, excessively powerful psychic energy can even drive the user insane, making them unable to control their power. In fact, powerful psychics can be a ticking time bomb, making them the best pawns for evil gods to break through the veil of the real universe.

Fortunately, this time the reward is only "psychic awakening".

Within an inviolable domain, one's psionic energy should be stable and controllable.

"But if I try to do this on my own, I'll probably be completely lost. Luckily, I remember that the Wailers' think tank also has a pretty good psionic master. I can go and consult this master..."

Lancelot never considered things like instant success. In the Warhammer universe, as a psyker, the first thing to remember is that the use of psykers should not be for power, but for safety.

When he first started learning, Lancelot didn't actually aim to conjure a fireball or unleash a lightning bolt. He was content with just being able to perform the simplest form of mental suggestion or memory erasure.

Thus, Lancelot prepared to seek out the think tank of the Weeping Ones.

……

Two weeks later.

The weeping were on the warship.

"What will the elder say today...?"

"Please tell us more about the father of genetics, elder..."

"Does the elderly really possess Oglin's ability to use a servo skull?"

"Elder, elder..."

Lancelot walked along the ship. Recently, he had been learning how to manipulate psionic energy and make basic mental suggestions from the think tank, which fixed his route of movement on the ship.

This made things easier for the Weepers. After discovering that Lancelot was on his way back to his room, the Weepers, as always, eagerly approached him and started asking all sorts of questions, practically treating Lancelot like a living, breathing machine that could answer any question.

An old house where a treasure.

Lancelot's lips twitched at this.

Sometimes people can't even empathize with themselves from two weeks ago!

I enjoyed telling the story at the time, but two weeks later, it became clear that Lancelot was just a charlatan with limited knowledge.

Lancelot knew about the major events, but when it came to the details of each warband, he only had a superficial understanding. Continuing to explain would only result in fabricated details.

But if someone finds out that I'm talking nonsense, I'll lose face as an elder.

Lancelot then wanted to announce the end of the storytelling session, but simply saying that wouldn't do. Lancelot was too susceptible to being pleaded with; he couldn't refuse a weeping person who begged for mercy.

But now that there were no more stories to tell, Lancelot came up with a good idea.

"Call everyone who's alright over here. Gather at the training ground and spar with me. Only the winner will be qualified to discuss deeper stories with me."

Lancelot casually conveyed a simple message to the wailing crowd around him: the storytelling game is over!

Before hearing the story, they are first and foremost Astartes, the Emperor's angels, warriors! And the most important quality for a warrior is, of course, combat prowess!

If you want to hear the deeper and more complex stories of the Empire from the elder Lancelot, then prove your strength! Only the victor has the right to discuss the future of humanity with the elder!

The order immediately caused a huge uproar. There's not much to say; it was simply a declaration of war! A declaration of war issued to the entire Lamenters' Legion!

The rules for this "two-move exchange" are very loose in a strict sense: no discrimination, no equipment requirements, and no rule restrictions!

Even if you wanted to charge in with a loaded bomb gun, it wouldn't matter.

The entire Lamenters' Legion was in an uproar. When the Legion Leader, Malakin, heard that Elder Lancelot was going to test the Lamenters in this way at the training ground, he took it very seriously and even put aside some of his official duties to come to the training ground to watch the battle.

The spacious training ground was also surrounded by a group of people.

Lancelot stood on the field, holding a tungsten steel training sword in his right hand and the Imperial Cross Storm Shield, which had been given to him by Primarch Anglona, ​​in his left.

"Sir, are you training in armor?"

The Weeping Ones couldn't help but wonder when they saw that Lancelot hadn't taken off his power armor. Lancelot glanced at him; it was normal for the other party to have such concerns. The Weeping Ones were terrified of poverty, and they certainly wouldn't wear power armor during ordinary training and sparring, otherwise repairing it would be much more troublesome than healing physical injuries.

But Lancelot wasn't short of money, and he readily agreed.

"I'll cover any damage, and I'll give each player an extra set of power armor."

Lancelot spoke with great gusto, which immediately made the weeping crowd a little hungry.

For them, power armor is their lifeline. Obviously, most of the Weepers don't know that their resources have become much richer. Since they can get a brand new power armor when they go into battle, it can be considered as accumulating wealth for the chapter!

So they were eager to try it out.

Looking across the entire Imperial Starfield, elite troops surge like a tide, and heroes flow like clouds. Whether they are new recruits of the Tenth Company or veterans of the First Company, any one of them is a tough and resilient man in the mortal world.

It's a bit of a shame.

A tough guy meets Lancelot, a blacksmith.

"Who wants to go first?"

Lancelot twirled his sword, and the Chapter Master Karakin gave him a look, signaling a veteran from the First Company to step forward.

The opponent also chose to equip himself with a sword and a shield, and moved very cautiously, seemingly wanting to fight a protracted battle with Lancelot.

But just as he politely said, "Excuse me, elder...", Lancelot had already pounced on him, smashing through his defenses with a shield bash that seemed to have been forged a thousand times, and then followed up with a swift flying kick.

Boom!

The armor on the soldier's chest seemed to have been slightly dented by the kick. The mourners in the front row shrank back abruptly as someone flew overhead, while the mourners in the back row reacted quickly and caught their fallen comrade, but the force of the kick still made them take a few steps back!

There is no exaggeration in this.

He was a veteran of the Lamenters Company, clad in power armor and estimated to weigh a ton, who was kicked away by Lancelot in a single exchange.

"Next."

Lancelot said without any politeness, now that his combat score had reached 106, he had long wanted to test his current abilities. So, he didn't hold back at all when he kicked just now, only controlling the force so as not to kill the other person with one kick.

At this moment, the commander of the Malagin regiment, who had specifically ordered this veteran to take the field, also had a solemn expression. Lancelot's kick was undoubtedly telling them that he was serious!