Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

"Part of the plan? What plan?!"

Lancelot looked at Dante in front of him.

"Of course, it's the plan to save the Holy Blood Angels."

Lancelot said this.

He knew that the thirst for blood was rooted in a genetic defect of the Blood Angels, a tragic curse they were cursed with.

For Dante, however, it was even more cruel. He had seen countless blood-red angels fall into depravity. He had seen the bravest warriors succumb to black rage and become screaming madmen.

He had witnessed them kill their comrades and civilians. Even he himself had teetered on the edge of black fury and thirst for blood countless times, only able to hold on to that line with sheer willpower.

Even Commander Dante was not immune to the dark memories of bloodlust; in his youth, he lost control and slaughtered civilians by drinking their blood, after which he vowed never to drink the blood of living beings again.

And now, someone is telling him that there is a way out of the curse that the Blood Angels bear.

The huge doubts that struck Dante's mind at that moment made him instantly alert!

As the Chapter Leader of the Blood Angels, Dante knew that the corrupting influence of those chaotic methods was everywhere!

Any glory can become a source of corruption.

Every gift comes with a hidden price tag.

There are far too many suspicious points about this crown; its existence is simply too elusive!

If he had learned about it through various interstellar communications, Dante would never have believed it. But when he met it face to face and felt the resonance in his own genes, would the great bloodline originating from Saint Geres deceive him?

For the first time, Dante felt a sense of fear.

Because the relic before him was too precious, yet too easy to obtain, his experience as a chapter leader told him, "This is impossible!" But the stirrings of his bloodline strongly corroborated this dreamlike situation.

He began to fear that everything before him was an illusion, a trap set for him by the Chaos traitor.

He feared that the connection he felt from his genes was fake, because if Chaos could even fake this resonance between himself and the Primarch, then the Holy Blood Angels would undoubtedly be unable to resist this resonance from their own father!

But at that very moment, Lancelot's calm voice pulled him back to the material universe.

"By the Emperor, Commander Dante, you do not need to verify the authenticity of this item immediately."

Lancelot looked at Commander Dante in front of him, his tone full of understanding:

"Among so many things in this world, there may be unimaginable dangers. A seemingly insignificant object may be sealed with a chaotic demon, and a strange ritual may be the key to tearing open the warp and invading."

"There have been far too many stories that have taught us to be wary of everything we see, even Primarchs can perish under the influence of arrogance and conceit... But Commander Dante, why don't you try to believe in something as well?"

"What is it?"

"There is still hope."

Lancelot pounded his chest:

"This time, my meeting with you is not just about handing over this relic to the Blood Angels. I also need the Blood Angels' Chapter Commander, Commander Dante, to use your influence in the Empire to do something for me."

"I need to contact the Imperial Guard of the Golden Throne and have them immediately escort me to an audience with the Emperor. After that, I will bring back the Empire's thirteenth Primarch, the Ultramarines Master, Robert Guilliman!"

Lancelot's series of words left Dante's face extremely bewildered. Fortunately, he was still wearing the golden mask of Saint Geres, so he wouldn't make a fool of himself. But now, listening to Lancelot's words, Dante's soul was also churning and turbulent!

Is he going to meet the emperor?

He's actually going to resurrect the Primarch of the Ultramarines?!

These two pieces of news came at once, and Dante's gaze cleared. He looked at the laurel wreath in front of him, suppressing the turbulent emotions churning within him, and took a deep breath.

If Lancelot had to summon the Imperial Guard himself and even meet with the Emperor, it would prove that he was no enemy of humanity.

Moreover, he is quite right. There is no need to verify the authenticity of the laurel wreath immediately. It can be taken back to Baal for safekeeping and examination later.

"I apologize, Elder Lancelot. This laurel wreath is simply too precious; my reaction was somewhat inappropriate."

Lancelot smiled slightly, gently reached out, placed the laurel wreath into the adamantite reliquary, and then handed it to Chapter Master Dante in front of him.

Dante took the reliquary and held it slowly in his hands, as if giving himself time to process everything that had just happened.

Immediately, he said "Excuse me" to Lancelot, then quickly took the relic box to a nearby room and immediately summoned the platoon leader, the second platoon leader, and the chief think tank, among others.

The highest decision-makers of the Holy Blood Angels Chapter gathered in a room of the Weeping Ones, where an astonishing discussion erupted as they faced the glorious White Feather Crown before them.

Lancelot and the Chapter Master of the Lamenters, Malakin, remained in the VIP room.

At this time, a batch of supplies delivered by Grand Inquisitor Varn also entered the cabin of the Weeping Ones.

Seemingly as an apology, it included spices, wines, and foods produced in the agricultural world, and even fruits considered luxury items in the forging world.

Lancelot disliked drinking, and wine was not served in the VIP room. However, the mourners, out of respect for Lancelot, would not leave him without sending something. Thus, a batch of the finest and most precious grapes was delivered to the VIP room.

"These grapes are of very good quality!"

Lancelot ate the fruit in front of him, his expression slightly wistful.

In fact, most of the Empire's world is in a state of drought or flood, and not all hives are eating so-called corpse starch.

In some agricultural worlds, the living standards of residents are quite good, and the supply of fruits, crops and other goods is naturally abundant.

But the inhabitants of some forging worlds are in a much worse situation, as their crops can only be transported by large transport ships through the cesspool of the warp.

This puts immense pressure on storage and protection. After all, if you don't want ordinary grapes to suddenly grow eyes and bite mouths, you have to take precautions at every stage. In addition, since there is no concept of time in subspace, transporting such supplies is extremely difficult, naturally making them a luxury item.

It seems that this time, the judge himself realized his offense and cleverly sent these apologies.

If that's the case, perhaps we could try to make contact with this judge...

Lancelot thought to himself.

The Inquisitors are an important force within the Imperium. While Space Marine Chapters cannot directly command the Imperial Navy, the Inquisitors have the ability to do so.

At this moment, the restless emotions of the Malakin battle commander slowly subsided, but the mental impact of the laurel wreath he had received earlier still lingered in his mind.

No wonder Elder Lancelot said this thing is not suitable for the Weeping Ones. This crown, which may cure the thirst for blood, must indeed be given to the Holy Blood Angel Mother Order!

"Thank you so much, elder!"

Malakin spoke sincerely, and Lancelot raised an eyebrow upon hearing this:

"What's this? I'll help if I can. As for the favor the Holy Blood Angels owe me, to be honest, I've already figured out how to use it."

Upon hearing this, Malakin's expression suddenly turned serious: "You have been kind to the entire Holy Blood Angels. As the offspring of Saint Geres, we are by no means ungrateful! If you ask, we will go through fire and water for you!"