Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

"Calm down, Inquisitor. Whether your soul returns to the Golden Throne is not up to me."

Lancelot reached out and pushed the tearful cat head in front of him away a little in disgust:

"However, I understand your difficulties. Let's do this for now. Go and check on the situation of your demon hosts. After you've checked, come back and talk to me."

Judge Varn's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. He stood up shakily and then rushed hurriedly towards the secret rooms known only to himself.

Lancelot sighed.

There are too few normal people among the judges. This old judge appears cautious and prudent, unlike those crazy judges. He seems capable of great things, but behind the scenes, this old guy has quite a few secrets about beheadings!

Fortunately, Lancelot wasn't clean either... The two of them teamed up to insist to outsiders that they had no secrets, making them a perfect match!

After waiting for less than ten minutes, Judge Varne returned to the quiet room, looking at Lancelot with an expression of indescribable bewilderment.

Those demon hosts who were locked up and should have been constantly shouting after his appearance were now as obedient as puppets.

These demons were suppressed by some kind of power. Inquisitor Varn had previously thought it was due to the relics of Saint Geres, but now it seems to be entirely due to the elder in front of him!

How great must an existence be to suppress warp magic simply by its very existence, and even make warp demons tremble? In the mind of the Inquisitor, only the Emperor could have accomplished such a monumental feat!

"Elder...you...just how great are you?"

Vain asked tremblingly. On the way, he had already made various guesses that the other party might be a powerful psionicist, or even the Emperor's living saint.

"None of that matters, does it?"

Lancelot didn't want to say anything more to the old judge in front of him:

"I will not pry into too many of your secrets, nor can I guarantee that you will be able to return to the Golden Throne, but I can help you to no longer be troubled by the nightmares of the warp in the days to come."

"Really?!"

"certainly."

Lancelot patiently said, "I can grant you the protection of the power of Saint Jereth, but of course, there's a condition: you must go to a place and help me with something."

"What are you doing?"

Faced with the deal, Judge Varne regained his composure almost instantly, and the ecstasy in his eyes cooled down in a flash.

Lancelot nodded slightly at the judge's sudden change of heart. As a demon judge, the fact that he could remain rational even when facing him was enough to explain why he, as an extremist judge, had been able to live to this age.

"I'm not asking you to pay any price. I just need to entrust you to a place. You should know about the forging world of Amighiddon, right?"

As Lancelot spoke, Varne's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing the word "Amigidon":

"Of course I know this world. It's a vital warp space route for the Empire, an important military-industrial complex. May I ask, Elder, what do you intend for me to do there?"

"Prepare for battle."

Lancelot glanced at the judge before him: "I may not be able to say much more, but I hope you will do your best to set up defenses on this Amighadoon. A great war that will overturn your understanding of the world will take place here in the future."

"...I understand. I will immediately use the resources and connections at my disposal to gather forces and set up defenses on Amegiddon."

Upon hearing this, Judge Varn had countless thoughts flashing through his mind, but ultimately agreed.

Lancelot nodded in agreement, stood up, and took out a relatively ordinary, pure white feather. The moment Judge Varn saw the feather, his pupils contracted sharply, and his breathing became slightly rapid.

"This is?!"

"A feather containing the power of Saint Geres... However, the power within this feather is relatively weak. You can place it in a Saint Geres temple to be worshipped. As long as you are on the right path, I believe Saint Geres will protect you."

Lancelot handed the feather to Varne, who hurriedly took out his most precious holy casket to put it inside.

A surge of happiness and honor welled up within Inquisitor Varn at this moment. He had initially had some doubts about deploying defenses in Amigiddon, but now all his confusion vanished.

For some reason, at this moment, he suddenly began to look forward to the war that Lancelot had described—a war that would overturn his understanding of the world.

He was old, but he still considered himself a warrior of the emperor, and the glory of a warrior is to die a worthy death! He would rather die on the battlefield fighting cultists than be slaughtered on a nursing bed with a catheter in his bladder!

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor."

Lancelot nodded slightly, ending the brief but information-rich conversation, before setting off with Dante aboard the flagship of the Blood Angels.

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Lancelot saw the flagship of Inquisitor Varn and had already made some moves after he left.

Lancelot understood that Inquisitor Varne was probably about to set off for the Armageddon star system immediately, a task perfectly suited to an Inquisitor of the Inquisition.

In this way, the defensive capabilities of the Amegidodton star system should experience a qualitative leap.

Although for the beings that will soon visit Amegiddon, and for the Fiend Primarch of Angron... no amount of defense could more than slightly slow down the Fiend's advance, Lancelot still wanted the Inquisitor to establish a foothold in this place and prepare for battle...

This was both to have more precautions and to change the judge in order to prevent any special conflicts from breaking out between the court and the Space Wolves in this area...

Lancelot was making plans for the future as much as possible, and as the flagship of the Holy Blood Angels began to move, Lancelot's gaze finally fell on the Mother of Tears of the Weeping Ones.

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

Lancelot recalled the Primarch who had left a deep impression on him in the Inverted World, and gently extended the same blessing that Anglona had given him when she left to the Weepers.

I've now spent about a month in the main world, and about five days in the reverse world.

In the past five days, in another world... the demon army has probably completed the encirclement of Nuseria. Although it is unknown when the four demon primordials will descend, the crisis in Nuseria is bound to continue to worsen.

After a month of rest, he has now made up for one more time travel opportunity, and through some secrets he recently recalled, he has extended the original 7-day time travel period to 30 days.

Even if he were to return to Nuseria now, he would be unable to offer any form of assistance to Anglona, ​​the Crimson Angels, or the people of Nuseria.

Sigh... I made a bold promise to Anglona that I would live up to Lancelot's name and bring him victory, but now my progress in the main universe has only just begun.

To awaken Guilliman... he still has a long journey ahead, aboard the flagship of the Holy Blood Angels.

So, if we want to help Anglorna and Nuseria as soon as possible... is our only hope to travel to another world?

Lancelot sat in his room, announcing that he needed to meditate for a while, but in reality, he had already taken the Undestroyable Arc and equipped it with the Imperial Cross Shield, preparing to begin his own expedition.

Lancelot once again stirred his soul's essence, locking onto the spacetime anchor of this universe.

This time, Lancelot will rely on this anchor point to advance into deeper levels of the myriad worlds, towards places where he can achieve his goals.

This time, Lancelot was going to a world where time flows faster, he silently thought to himself.