Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Lancelot took a deep breath, twirled his sword in a dazzling flourish, and then gave the command:

"For the Emperor, let us set out! To wipe out the enemies of humanity!"

Lancelot took a deep breath and led his team in a long stride down the warship's passageway, with the Krieg Death Legion soldiers following behind him in an extremely orderly fashion to provide support.

However, most of them only needed to finish off the green-skinned orcs that Lancelot had cut in half.

This one piece of help alone was enough to boost Lancelot's efficiency once again.

Previously, regardless of the circumstances, the green-skinned orcs' heads had to be completely chopped off to prevent these mushroom-like orcs from picking up their comrades' corpses and resurrecting them. But now, the soldiers of the Krieg Death Legion have made it so that Lancelot no longer needs to worry about this.

The elite troops selected from a single company of the Krieg Death Legion were indeed of extremely high quality. Their marksmanship was accurate, their tactical coordination was excellent, and they were familiar with the structure of the ships, which greatly accelerated Lancelot's advance.

Of course, the last point is the key.

With soldiers familiar with the ship's structure to guide him, Lancelot no longer needed to relentlessly pursue based on sound, but instead began to use the terrain to encircle and annihilate the green-skinned orcs.

However, such a push would still be dangerous. The orcs may appear reckless, but in reality, they are incredibly cunning.

After discovering that the rifles seemed to be of little use, they began to bundle together explosives to make improvised explosive devices.

During the advance, a Krieg soldier was suddenly attacked from a corner by a man carrying an explosive device, the fuse of which was about to burn out.

Even so, the Krieg soldiers showed no fear.

He silently and calmly fired, killing him, but the explosion was imminent, and the young face beneath the breathing mask appeared so resolute.

"Your Majesty, have I completed my atonement?"

The young soldier thought to himself.

For warriors of other empires, returning to the Golden Throne is their lifelong pursuit.

But for the soldiers of the Krieg Death Legion, death was simply paying off their debts.

Krieg was once a prosperous planet, but a rebellion destroyed everything that was once thriving. Loyalists and traitors fought each other in the ruins and tunnels. By the time the loyalists achieved a brutal victory, Krieg had been reduced to ruins.

From that time on, these Kriegs felt ashamed of their rebellion, and atonement became their choice, which they made by dying for the Empire.

Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the Empire. Now, this bloated and rotting corpse of the Empire sways in the wind and rain. The era when the Primarch disappeared has been prolonged to this day through the sacrifice of countless people.

But just as this Krieg soldier was calmly facing his death, Lancelot ripped his body away like lightning, kicked the bomb away, and then cut him in two with his power sword.

Boom!

The bomb exploded not far away, and terrifying flames raged in an instant!

The inviolable domain cannot affect the natural laws of the material world, but this bomb made by the orcs was indeed incredibly powerful, yet it was still blocked by Lancelot's power armor.

His robe was burned, revealing black armor with the marks erased, but it was not a big problem. Lancelot swung his sword, cutting through the cloud of explosion, then glanced at the soldiers behind him before preparing to continue the advance.

But at that moment, a hoarse voice came from behind.

"My lord, I don't understand."

Krieg's Death Soldier, known for his silence, finally couldn't help but ask a question upon hearing this:

"Supporting us will affect your efficiency in eliminating these heretics! Next time you encounter this situation, please don't worry about us!"

The soldier spoke with utmost seriousness, but Lancelot merely glanced at him before turning his head away.

Krieg's dead soldiers regarded death as an honor, and he had just robbed him of that opportunity for honor?

For the average Space Marine, the life and death of these mortals might not be of much concern.

But for Lancelot, who had just transmigrated, he might not care about the number of units lost in the game, but now that it was happening right in front of him and he was experiencing it firsthand, Lancelot would do his best to save them if he could.

However, faced with the question from the warriors behind him, Lancelot was somewhat helpless and could only give a casual reply:

"Soldier, cherish your life."

After saying this, Lancelot continued striding forward, leaving only the Krieg dead soldier who had just risen from the ground.

At this moment, the soldier seemed to be caught in some kind of cognitive contradiction, until the political commissar next to him handed the laser rifle that he had dropped to the side back to his hands.

"Pick up your rifle, soldier, and don't waste the second life the Emperor's angels have given you."

"...Yes, sir."

The soldier took the rifle, but his voice was low. At that moment, the political commissar of Krieg's Death Legion grabbed his shoulder and said:

"I understand your confusion, soldier! But this only means your mission is not yet complete!"

The political commissar spoke earnestly, explaining that in other legions, political commissars were responsible for supervising battles and preventing morale collapse and desertion. However, in the Krieg Death Legion, the political commissars were trained to prevent soldiers from making unnecessary sacrifices.

However, this encounter was something that this battle-hardened political commissar had never experienced before: an angel of the emperor actually stopped for them, mere mortals, and even admonished them to cherish life.

In this despairing world where dying for the emperor is an honor, this statement is indeed somewhat incomprehensible. The political commissar could only gaze deeply at the black-armored figure in the distance.

呲呲呲!

The orc's severed limbs flew around as if being tossed about by an invisible mop.

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Lancelot's greatsword danced, its blade flashing, as the alien corpses fell before him, only to be crushed to dust by his iron boots. The soldiers of the Krieg Death Legion witnessed firsthand what a humanoid meat grinder truly was.

The mechanical spirit on the power sword was unusually active, and every swing was a full-power roar. Under the suppression of the inviolable domain, the green-skinned orc boy was as helpless as a fart that had been stepped on!

The orcs posed no threat whatsoever, but Lancelot quickly approached the area occupied by the gene stealers!

Genestealers are also exceptionally powerful hunters, and Lancelot dared not underestimate them in the slightest. He waved his hand, signaling the Gloke Death Soldiers who followed him to set up their own defensive positions, and then strode into the passage.

The lighting array on the dome had long since shattered, leaving only the blood-red emergency lights powered by emergency power, cutting the entire space into fragments of light and shadow.

Lancelot stepped forward and stood in the center of the shards. In Astartes's perception, something surged in the darkness.

The first one leaped out of the shadows.

But Lancelot did not retreat. He did not even move his feet. He simply twisted his wrist, pointed the sword downwards, and thrust it into the monster's lower jaw and out through its upper palate!