Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

At that very moment, Lancelot gently patted his head, and Dr. Zola instantly broke free from that terrifying nightmare, his scarlet eyes snapping open as he began to gasp for air.

Lancelot, meanwhile, remained hidden in the shadows, quietly watching Zola before him. Once Zola regained some composure, Lancelot emerged silently from the shadows.

Click.

Lancelot removed his helmet and looked at Zola with his human face. At that moment, Zola also raised his head to look at the face that looked so heroic and extraordinary under the incandescent light.

perfect.

powerful.

Like an angel of God.

Zola stared blankly at Lancelot in front of him. He was a top genius in this world, but he had no idea about the technology behind the armor Lancelot was wearing.

In that instant, reason made a series of judgments: a height of three meters, which translates to a weight of over four hundred kilograms in human terms, and a skeleton that must be several times stronger than ordinary bones, otherwise it would be impossible to support the body's operation... The entire body is covered in some kind of alloy armor that he has never seen before...

Wait, what is he thinking?

He should be feeling fear!

But amidst his endless fear, he did sense something beyond fear—curiosity. As a scientist, he couldn't suppress his instincts, nor could he control the constant tug-of-war between the two most primal emotions of life, to the point that his body trembled uncontrollably.

What is this thing? Where does it come from? What are its technical principles?

At that very moment, Lancelot spoke.

"Dr. Zola".

"Let's have a proper talk."

Lancelot walked up to Zola, the visual impact of which was no less than a talking tank chasing you. Zola's chest heaved violently, but at this moment he also understood his situation.

"What...what should we talk about?"

"Don't be nervous, Dr. Zola."

Lancelot's eyes still gleamed with psionic light as he looked at Zola in front of him.

The seeds of psionic energy have already been planted.

If the other party is someone with a strong will, like Iron Man or Captain America, they will hardly reveal any weakness in their soul under such threatening words.

But Zola is clearly not like that... or rather, Zola is still just a mortal being, and he hasn't been recruited by Red Skull to Hydra from Switzerland for very long. His survival instinct almost instinctively overwhelms all other emotions.

"I'll cooperate! I'll completely cooperate! I'll cooperate with whatever you say!"

Zola's chest pounded violently. He had been frail and sickly since childhood, as if his body could not support his super brain. At this moment, Lancelot sensed the weakness in his mind and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

To make a long story short...

"I come from a future human empire, and I am also a member of Hydra."

Lancelot said this in a very serious tone, and Dr. Zola looked somewhat bewildered upon hearing it.

You say you're Hydra?

Or from the future?

"Then why did you attack Schmidt! Why did you kidnap me... I... I'm Hydra's chief scientist!"

Dr. Zola gritted his teeth, trying to keep his voice from trembling, and said, "Lord Schmidt won't let this go..."

These words came out of his mouth habitually, but this time, after he said them, Dr. Zola recalled the scene in his mind where the Red Skull Schmidt was grabbed by the neck and thrown away by the steel giant in front of him like a chick!

Before this steel giant, Red Skull Schmidt was nothing but a weak ant, and his own threats seemed so ridiculous and powerless!

"Don't rush to refuse, Doctor. I'm not threatening you, nor am I asking you to betray Hydra! I've said it before, I come from the future! Forty thousand years from now!"

"In the future, Hydra has unified humanity and led them into the stars. But in the galaxy, Hydra encountered filthy alien creatures from the universe!"

Lancelot said this with righteous indignation, and then his psionic energy surged, transmitting the images of those gene thieves from his memories into Zola's mind.

Because it was a fragment of a battle memory, Zola wasn't prepared when the memory of the monsters on the ship suddenly emerging from the shadows flashed into her mind, instantly frightening her to the point of turning pale.

At the same time, a barrage of words assaulted Dr. Zola's mind, the sheer volume of information so overwhelming that even a genius like him couldn't process it immediately!

He's from the future? That explains his equipment. Has the future human empire been unified? Is Hydra ruling the world?! Are there such terrifying aliens beyond the universe?!

Zola's mind was racing, but he was still stuck on the first question:

"Then why did you come after me? And why did you attack Schmidt?!"

"That's because Red Skull Schmidt is the biggest obstacle preventing Hydra from ruling the world!"

Lancelot spoke nonsense with a straight face:

"When one head is cut off, two more will grow in its place! The leader of Hydra should set an example! But he was arrogant and conceited! A leader who always uses the lives of his subordinates as a shield will ultimately be nailed to the pillar of historical shame!"

"Our Hydra Emperor is now sacrificing himself for all humanity, sitting in a cage, maintaining the guiding light of humankind's voyage! Such a being is worthy of the title Hydra Lord! Schmidt is nothing but a hypocrite who doesn't understand Hydra's principles!"

After saying this, Lancelot bent down to look at Zola in front of him and patted Dr. Zola with his huge metal hand.

"Schmidt is foolish, but Dr. Zola, you are not, because Dr. Zola, you are a genius even in the history of humankind!"

"You are the most talented person in the last thousand years. Someone like you should not be buried in this era. My mission is to travel through time and bring someone like you back to the embrace of the Hydra Emperor!"

As Lancelot spoke, his eyes shimmered with spiritual energy, and Zola felt an indescribable sense of pleasure surge through her heart almost instantly!

The most brilliant person in the last thousand years?!

This title gave Dr. Zola an indescribable sense of recognition! It meant that for 2000 years, he, Zola, was the most intelligent person in the world! Neither the likes of Newton in ancient times, nor the likes of Howard Stark in modern times, could rival him!

Lancelot's words were like a drumbeat perfectly matching Zola's heartbeat:

"But I'm different. I can solve your biggest concerns; I just need you to do some small things for me. In return, I can show you something truly ahead of its time!"