Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Lancelot and Dante quietly boarded the Thunderhawk, and only Chapter Master Malakin of the entire Weeping Chapter knew that Lancelot had left.

For this elder who had accompanied them for more than a month and had sparred and guided almost each of them many times, the commander of the Malakin Warband felt only endless respect.

But as Lancelot said before, the weepers are warriors, not poets who are overwhelmed with sorrow at the sight of parting. In this endless galaxy of war, they are all moving forward for a certain goal.

So...

"Take care, Elder Lancelot!"

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At this moment, before heading to the Blood Angels mothership, Lancelot was preparing to visit the flagship of Grand Inquisitor Declan to meet this Inquisitor, whom Lancelot found agreeable, who seemed relatively rational and of sound mind.

Inquisitor Declan warmly received Dante and Lancelot, but Lancelot's expression became somewhat subtle the moment he entered his flagship.

As the inviolable stance dispersed, Lancelot sensed numerous subspace fluctuations atop the Declan Inquisitor's flagship.

That was the fluctuation of a warp demon.

At this moment, Dante is still introducing Lancelot to Declan.

"This is Elder Lancelot, Your Excellency the Inquisitor. He has retrieved the sacred relic of Saint Geres, and now he can represent the entire Holy Blood Angels in this meeting with you."

"Did he retrieve the sacred relic of the Son of God?! Elder Lancelot! I understand now, and I sincerely express my respect for your heroic deeds."

Judge Declan said sincerely.

Lancelot, on the other hand, looked at the soon-to-retire old man with a subtle gaze.

Most of the judges in the courtroom are crazy lunatics, but this old judge, Declan, is just a facade of rationality and understanding. Ordinary judges are not as crazy as this guy.

Because he actually belonged to the most radical faction among the judges!

This guy is actually a madman who plays the demon host game, the kind of game where only magic can defeat magic!

You old rascal, you've got some skills!

Lancelot looked at the judge in front of him.

In the subspace of this world, there are not only the four gods who are far above the highest heavens, but also a large number of demons with varying strengths and affiliations, so there is a possibility that they can be used by humans.

The Inquisition, as an organization within the human Empire specifically targeting warp evil, has each Inquisitor dedicating their entire lives to dealing with cultists and demons.

They had witnessed the most insane and desperate situations, and under the pressure of such situations, they realized that only warp power was most effective against warp power. Thus, some people developed extremely radical ideas.

They began to use their knowledge of the subspace to conduct experiments, selecting psionic beings as suitable bodies, locking onto a malevolent demon, and through specific rituals and preparations... imprisoning the demon within the prepared body.

And this is the demon's host.

Some of these are like hellish jokes, where cultists create demon hosts that are only a fraction of their original strength, making them extremely weak. However, the Inquisition knows all the production processes and standard procedures, so the demons they create are actually stronger... In a sense, this is an extremely useful tool for radical Inquisitors.

Afterwards, the Inquisitors will use various means to manipulate the demon host to achieve their own goals, either by releasing it directly to fight a certain warp demon, or by interrogating the demon to extract information it knows...

It sounds like it could work well, right? But anyone who dares to come into contact with the subspace in this way will inevitably be corrupted by subspace knowledge.

Every night, the Inquisitor must endure the temptation and corruption of whispers from the highest heavens. He must be extremely careful in everything he does. If the demon host loses control, he will be dragged into the warp by the demon and tormented for eternity. He may even be regarded as a heretic by his colleagues. Therefore, he must try his best to hide everything.

Bowing in the darkness... that's a true depiction of these judges.

And how was Declan, a radical inquisitor of this faction, able to live for so long?

Thinking this, Lancelot looked at the old man in front of him with surprise. This was almost direct proof that the old man had a long history of heroic deeds and had always been able to win in countless battles against demons.

Such a judge is someone I could definitely befriend.

Lancelot looked at the displeased and gloomy apprentice judge standing beside him with this understanding. He probably already knew the reason for the apprentice judge's previous offense.

It's likely that Judge Declan didn't want his apprentice to know these taboo subjects, and didn't want his disciple to follow in his footsteps.

After all, these kinds of judges live on thin ice every day. Even if they can retire, their later years are almost always miserable. They can't sleep without hugging an emperor's statue.

It's understandable that Declan wouldn't want his disciples to live such a life.

"May I speak with you alone, Judge?"

Lancelot looked at the old man in front of him, and Declan, upon hearing this, also looked up slightly at Lancelot. In the old man's face, Declan saw a familiar expression... an expression that seemed to see through everything.

"Of course, please come this way, Commander. Please rest here."

Declan suppressed a hint of unease in his heart and said this, while Dante did not say anything more, but simply watched Lancelot and Inquisitor Declan walk into a quiet room.

"Elder Lancelot, I apologize again for the offense my unworthy disciple committed against the Weeping Ones."

After Lancelot was brought out by Commander Dante, Inquisitor Declan realized that besides the holy relics, the Lamenters were also hiding this very person.

Senior citizens.

This word is usually only used to describe fearlessness, but the fact that Commander Dante used it to describe this seemingly young person is enough to explain things. In addition, the fact that the other party appeared at the same time as the Sanctuary Relic suggests that this elder might be the true preserver of the relic, just hitching a ride on the Lamenters' coattails.

Thinking about it this way, this being might be an elder from the Great Expedition!

So he had already lowered his stance enough, and Lancelot looked at the judge in front of him and sighed: "We really do need to have a good talk, Your Excellency Judge, about those demon hosts you've hidden deep within your ship."

After speaking, Lancelot looked at the young judge's face, and the competence, composure and experience that were originally in his aged face underwent a complete reversal at this moment.

He was stunned for a moment, then completely disregarded his image and knelt down with a thud.

Then, with a speed far beyond his years, he shuffled to Lancelot's side on his knees and grabbed Lancelot's thighs with both hands.

At that moment, he was trembling like a Christmas tree adorned with bells. Shaking, he removed his judge's rose bow, and then, tears streaming down his face, said:

"Elder... I! I have shed blood for the Emperor, I have risked my life for the Judges!"

"Yes, I came into contact with those things in the warp, I created demon hosts, I used Chaos artifacts, but I have always remained loyal to the Emperor, loyal to the Empire!"

"I used the power of chaos, but only because I truly had no other choice. To save more people of the Empire, to thwart the cult's plot, I had to do it. Elder, I have truly tried my best. The Emperor should grant me my soul's return to the Golden Throne!"

Judge Declan was weeping bitterly at this moment, and Lancelot couldn't help but tilt his head back slightly.

Why is this old guy acting like a landmine girl?! The moment I pointed this out, he instantly lost his usual polite demeanor and turned into a crying cat emoji?!