Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Lancelot muttered a complaint.

He then looked at the imperial blood in his hand and said, "So, what do you plan to do with this vial of blood?"

"I think it's okay to keep storing it here with you."

The young emperor also displayed astonishing wisdom in this regard:

"Simply using this vial of my blood is actually the most wasteful way. This vial of blood can hold a lot of power. The reason I sit on the golden throne in this world is to prevent myself from becoming a god."

"You can go to other universes, release the power within the Emperor's blood, and then come back. Repeat this process, and it will alleviate a lot of his pressure."

As the young emperor spoke, his body gradually began to become illusory.

Are you going to disappear?

"Yes, Lancelot, this time my power will help the Emperor of this universe to repair a bit of the Golden Throne."

"Are you going to make him feel better?"

"No, the Golden Throne was originally designed to house Magnus, but its efficiency in extracting spiritual energy is not high enough or ruthless enough. I need to modify it to be more powerful, otherwise it will be terrible if this body is fed back by faith and grows flesh and stands up."

The young emperor said this.

Good guy.

Lancelot's expression was tense.

This weasel is still a weasel after all. It has gone far in ways that are not human. It is not only ruthless to its own offspring, but also even more ruthless to itself!

"Alright, you should get going now."

The young emperor spoke these words, and Lancelot, after a moment of silence, shared his thoughts:

"After reviving Guilliman, I plan to take him back to the world that was reversed to help out."

"Number Thirteen needs your help, my daughter, and dear Angelona also needs your help. Although if we take Number Thirteen directly to my world, Guilliman might encounter some unexpected situations due to the warp, I expect you to be able to turn those unexpected situations into victory."

"Lancelot, the greatest Knight of the Lake, you will be victorious in every battle. Now you possess a condensed structure of some kind of spatial power. I will guide you to the coordinates so that you can be teleported directly there."

The young emperor spoke softly, and in his final moments, Lancelot also took out the Cosmic Cube that had been radiating a brilliant blue light in the palace.

At this moment, the surrounding guards finally realized that something unusual had happened to the Golden Throne... Then, they received an order from the Emperor himself.

"Go with him to meet Guilliman."

The Emperor's order came so abruptly, and everything unfolded so quickly. In their eyes, the guest they had brought seemed to be having a calm conversation with the Emperor near the throne, yet it was as if nothing had happened.

But the only certainty is that the elder who stepped down from the golden throne was of such high status that he was completely outside their comprehension.

His ordinary power armor might just be a disguise, but as he stepped down from the throne, the elder was radiating blue light and finally drew the longsword from his waist.

All the Imperial Guards clearly saw a string of names flash across the sword. The string of names was so long, but almost everyone who saw it would instinctively recall one particular name.

Leon Al Johnsen.

Leon?

Shouldn't it be Ryan?

The Imperial Guards were puzzled by the slight difference in pronunciation, but they clearly heard their master, the great human emperor, give them explicit instructions.

"My lord, Guilliman is already seriously injured."

One of the Imperial Guards explained the current situation.

Lancelot drew his sword, held it to his chest, the blade obscuring half his face:

"And now, he will regroup!"

Lancelot suddenly activated the Space Stone's authority through his psionic energy, and with a slight boost from the Emperor's power, the distant space began to fold.

The Star Torch also shook violently, instantly alarming the entire human empire.

All psionicists sensed changes occurring on the Emperor, who sits atop the Golden Throne on Terra, humanity's home planet. No one knows whether these changes are for better or worse.

Some firmly believe this is proof that the Emperor's power has become stronger, while others pessimistically believe that the Star Torch has malfunctioned. As for the evil gods in the chaos, the changes in the Star Torch have left them baffled.

Even Kelos, one of Tzeentch's subordinates who could see the future, was unaware of what had happened.

The course of fate is never fixed; even Tzeentch himself could not fully foresee the intertwined future, so he threw his ever-changing demon lord into the Well of Eternity, the origin of time and space.

Only Carlos survived, at the cost of mutating into two heads: the left head could see the infinite future, and the right head could overlook the entire past and understand all the causes and secrets. The cost was that he could not see the present. Even as the chief archdeacon under Tzeentch, Carlos was now completely lost in the uncertainty about the future.

In his observation, everything should have flowed forward according to its predetermined fate, but in some details, there seemed to be essential differences.

Water accumulates to form a deep pool, and soil accumulates to form a mountain.

No one knows in what direction the situation in the galaxy will develop at this moment, but for Lancelot, with the Emperor pointing out the coordinates of Macragge!

The Space Stone was able to exert its power in Lancelot's hands. Blue light burst forth, and Lancelot and the Imperial Guards around him disappeared in front of the Golden Throne!

Trajan, the commander of the Imperial Guard, was shocked by what he saw. For some reason, a sense of belated shock was growing and spreading within him!

This great being who could converse with emperors...

What he's about to do is awaken the Primarch of the Ultramarines, Lord Macragge, the thirteenth son of God-Emperor?!

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Meanwhile, the Imperial Guards accompanying Lancelot were also experiencing very complex emotions.

Because in the blink of an eye, when the body of the Ultra Warrior Lord suddenly appeared before them, they belatedly realized what they were about to witness.

The elder's power was so efficient that it carried them almost across half the galaxy, from the Golden Throne to the Ultramarines' homeworld, Macragge.

Even with the Emperor's coordinates as his guide, Lancelot was teleported directly to the depths of Hera Fortress in Macragge, arriving at Robert Guilliman's resting place.

Stepping into this place is like stepping into the life of a grieving warrior.

The room itself was enormous; it was essentially an arched tomb, only so tall that a warlord Titan could pass through it without hindrance.

The marble columns support the ceiling high, and Lancelot feels a great sense of history as he arrives here.

Guilliman’s greatest works are depicted in spectacular ribbons and statues arranged around the room and subtly illuminated by flickering electric candlesticks to give these images the greatest sense of solemnity.

A huge incense burner held a sacred flame, filling the air with a faint fragrance. Despite the temple's grandeur, Lancelot's gaze was drawn to something at one end of the room illuminated by pure white light.

Because, there.

Robert Guilliman is sitting on marble!

"Alright, time to wake up, Guilliman!"

Lancelot took a step forward with a bang!