Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Immersed in the knowledge of magic, Lancelot doesn't need to understand too much right now. He just needs to memorize those things first. Among the vast sea of ​​magic books, the one Lancelot has come into contact with the most is the "Book of Vishanti," which was passed down from the guardian deity of mankind, Vishanti.

This book will never end; it contains an infinite amount of white magic. The only limitation is that it is a pure and innocent magic book that does not record any offensive techniques.

However, due to the infinite setting, apart from attacks, the magic recorded in this book can cover almost any field... The content is indeed worthy of being written by a great god of the multiverse level.

Lancelot studied the book with a learning eye for half a month. Although he didn't use it much, Lancelot's focus was on how to borrow that power.

Once this is understood, it might be possible to borrow the power of the yellowflies in the Warhammer universe in the future.

Furthermore, after conducting research, the Ancient One has decided to use the power of Vishanti to enhance Lancelot's Primarch blood.

Simply put, just like how the weasel previously charged its own blood, Gutera was preparing to seek power from the great Vishanti, asking him to solidify a portion of the white magic power directly into that tube of blood.

When Lancelot uses this serum in other universes, it's as if a god-level white mage is continuously casting white magic blessings into his body.

This was to prevent Lancelot's body from being destroyed by that destructive force.

After learning of the Ancient One's thoughts, Lancelot naturally trusted her completely and handed over the two vials of divine blood to the Sorcerer Supreme before him.

Lancelot witnessed the vial of Anglona's blood spinning within the magic circle that directly connected to the Vishanti. The Ancient One extracted a drop of Imperial Blood and injected it into Anglona's blood, after which the mixed blood was infused with a powerful white light.

The entire process took about 3 hours. Lancelot watched the whole thing, and when the tube of blood that originally belonged to Anglona turned almost white-gold, the Vishanti energy injection finally came to an end.

"It's mostly done. The white magic power contained within allows you to sustain a divine descent for a maximum of about 15 minutes in the dark universe where you can't receive the power of the Vishanti. Any longer and there's nothing I can do."

"I am extremely grateful to the Ancient One; she has been a great help this time."

Holding the vial of divine blood, Lancelot felt an indescribable surge of excitement once everything was completed.

"It's been almost seven days since you came into this world. Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes, Ancient One, it's time for me to do something that only I can do."

Lancelot nodded. At this moment, Lancelot had put on his Aquila Falcon Power Armor again, and his fully armed posture impressed the Ancient One.

Take care, Lancelot.

"I will return, Ancient One, return and keep my promise!"

Lancelot said this, and then sped off into the night on his jet motorcycle.

As the Ancient One watched Lancelot's departing figure, she noticed that the Eye of Agamotto hanging on her chest actually contained the Space Stone, a cosmic treasure guarded by the Sorcerers Supreme throughout the ages.

Through this gem, the Sorcerer Supreme could even glimpse the future, but this future was not entirely certain; it was difficult for an individual to fully comprehend everything about the future.

The Ancient One knew that Stephen Strange would become the Sorcerer Supreme, but she didn't know what he would eventually become. She knew that Bruce Banner would become the Hulk and that the Infinity Stones would come to her, but she couldn't see what would happen after that.

But she at least understood some of these things.

However, as a visitor from another mysterious universe, Lancelot was unable to detect any movement from the Ancient One using the Time Stone.

He exists independently of this world's timeline, a visitor from outside the universe. Normally, one shouldn't have expectations of such a visitor, but from another perspective, he is indeed working hard for something or a promise.

The Ancient One knew the amount of that vial of divine blood much better than Lancelot. If a demigod was willing to invest in it, the Ancient One was also willing to follow suit.

……

This journey through time was drawing to a close. Before leaving, Lancelot contacted Dr. Zola, who was currently loyal to the future empire, via communicator.

"Long live Hydra! Long live the Emperor!"

After making contact, Dr. Zola's voice blared out from the communicator. Lancelot, who hadn't heard it for so long, couldn't help but smile. Fortunately, they weren't face to face. After calming down briefly, Lancelot asked Dr. Zola about the current progress.

"Lord Lancelot! You can rest assured! The loyal Zola has begun to restructure the entire European situation as you instructed. Germany is on the verge of collapse, and my targets are now the Soviet Union and the United States!"

Having been cured of his physical ailments by the panacea, Dr. Zola, now full of energy, enthusiastically recounted his achievements over the past few days to Lancelot.

"Upon receiving the potion you bestowed upon me, I immediately began research. Although current technology cannot yet decipher it, I further refined the super soldier's serum sample using my own blood!"

"However, I did not hand it over to that stupid Red Skull immediately. Instead, I sent several samples to some organizations in the United States and the Soviet Union."

"They were all very interested in my research, but they didn't know that the person who injected that serum sample of mine would eventually become one of us, Hydra!"

Dr. Zola's voice was unusually excited, which surprised Lancelot. It seemed that he had underestimated Dr. Zola's infiltration capabilities.

How long has it been? Zola has already found a new employer and even started laying out plans globally. No wonder S.H.I.E.L.D. will be infiltrated by Hydra in the future.

"You did a great job, Dr. Zola. How's Red Skull doing?"

Lancelot asked this question, and Zola quickly replied:

"That foolish Red Skull has become a complete loser. I injected loyalty serum into most of the people in the base, and I am now long out of his control."

"But I still obeyed your orders, sir, and sent him a team of relatively mediocre robotic arms. Now, the situation outside is that he's trying to integrate Hydra's power, but Captain America is thwarting it one by one!"

Hearing that the story was still progressing as expected, Lancelot breathed a slight sigh of relief:

"In that case, let's proceed as planned, Dr. Zola. I will be leaving for a while. There are some things I left for you at these coordinates. I hope to see more of your achievements when I return next time."

"Yes! Long live Hydra! Long live the Emperor!"

Dr. Zola swore an oath of loyalty, and Lancelot smiled helplessly. He hid his jet motorcycle in an ice cave in the Himalayas, took a deep breath, and activated the cosmic anchor point he had set up in the Warhammer world.

It's time to go back.

This time we had a very fruitful harvest!