Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 78 Crossing the Multiverse (4/20) - Please continue reading!

"The situation is not optimistic. She might be besieged by your traitorous brothers. Perhaps only you in the entire galaxy can help her."

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Lancelot looked at Guilliman in front of him and said so seriously.

Upon hearing this, Guilliman stood up abruptly and reached into the reliquary to retrieve the blazing Emperor's Sword.

The armor he was wearing had long since been replaced with a set of finely crafted power armor that Macragge had prepared for the Primarch, and a golden crown as majestic as the sun unfolded behind the Primarch!

"I am ready! I will incinerate all enemies of humanity! Take me there, Lord Lancelot!"

"As you wish, Guilliman, this is also a promise I made. However, before we go to that place, I need to tell you a few things."

Lancelot looked at Guilliman in front of him, but he couldn't directly tell him that he was a traveler from all the heavens.

Furthermore, due to the connection between the Primarch and the Warp, the young Emperor previously stated that bringing a loyal Primarch from this universe to the Inverted World might lead to unexpected situations.

But no matter how unexpected things may be, if we want to keep hope alive, we must take risks.

Lancelot could only look at Guilliman before him and suddenly asked, "Guilliman, if you came to a reversed universe, where the identities of the Loyalist and the Rebel Primarchs were reversed, with the Loyalists leading to Chaos and the Chaotic ones adhering to Loyalists, what would you think?"

"How is this possible?"

Guilliman frowned, but quickly replied, "Regardless, I fight for humanity."

"Very good, remember that."

At that moment, Lancelot quietly drew his Unbreakable Lake Light and extended it slightly forward. Guilliman also touched his Imperial Sword with Lancelot's Unbreakable Lake Light.

At that moment, the two divine weapons clashed together, producing a crisp sword sound. Guilliman's judgment was indeed correct; the sword in Lancelot's hand was no ordinary weapon.

When it came into contact with the Emperor's Sword, an incredibly long string of runes flashed across the blade.

And when those runes entered his pupils, they automatically combined to form a name! And that name was so familiar to Guilliman!

That was the name of the First Legion's Primarch, Lord of the Dark Angels, Lion King Leon Eljonsson.

This was clearly not a decorative item that had been deliberately carved on. Guilliman had a premonition that the sword was engraved with his brother's real name in the warp.

In other words, this is a longsword capable of killing Primarchs.

Guilliman felt a tremor in his heart.

He never imagined that his Primarch's true name would be engraved on a sword, although some of the pronunciations in the warp seemed to differ slightly from those of his brother—but this sword was clearly made specifically to kill Primarchs.

The one who could accomplish such a great feat was naturally their father. If that's the case, then is there a sword engraved with their own name, so that if they betray him, someone will bring a sword to their death?

For a moment, Guilliman was stunned, and Lancelot keenly caught this moment of mental lapse, then shouted sharply, "Robert Guilliman!"

Lancelot's stern words snapped Guilliman back to his senses. Guilliman looked into Lancelot's eyes, and Lancelot said in a deep voice, "Chaos has destroyed our homeland, and my noble people have become refugees. But Chaos cannot destroy our will! For the Holy Emperor connects the thoughts of each and every one of us! Let us unite in despair!"

"From this day forward, we will reclaim our homeland. We will reclaim our heritage!"

Lancelot said seriously.

"————That's how it should be!"

Robert took a deep breath, and when he saw the confusion on Robert Guilliman's face turn into determination, Lancelot did not hesitate to activate the cosmic anchor deep within his soul at that moment!

Locking onto the traces of the Warhammer world he had previously traversed, Lancelot's entire body radiated white light, enveloping Guilliman in front of him as well!

Guilliman felt a sudden, uncomfortable sensation, as if he had been diving underwater and then being suddenly plunged back out.

He then noticed that things in front of him had changed.

The peaceful scene of Macurag has vanished, replaced by a battlefield that looks like the sky has fallen and the earth has cracked!

Before me lay a crimson expanse, filled with smoke, towering cannon fire, countless grinning demons of all shapes and sizes, and a land dismembered like a Rubik's Cube.

Lancelot and Guilliman, who had arrived there, were standing on a huge rock formation suspended in the air. A few scattered blades of grass told Lancelot that this was Nuseria.

But the beautiful grasslands of Nuthria have been destroyed by the evil magic of the warp! Twisted demonic sights are everywhere!

Lancelot looked up at the sky, where a massive Chaos fleet was currently engaged in battle with the Nuseria defense fleet above Nuseria.

The cumbersome warships of the Loyalists and Chaos factions, along with the razor-sharp escorts, nearly filled the void with light spears and torpedoes.

The chaotic attack was almost all-encompassing, but it remained impregnable until a Primarch descended upon the city through the sacrifice of countless demons.

He used warp magic to dismantle Nuthria's original overall defenses into pieces.

At that moment, swarms of dark drop pods and armored attack aircraft crashed into the dismembered Nutheria along the invasion trajectory.

In the distance, the Titan machine also collided with the Chaos Titan, causing a terrifying explosion. An apocalyptic battlefield appeared in Lancelot's eyes.

Even with the veteran's experience bestowed by the system, which prevents Lancelot from shaking in such a grand occasion, the Astartes alone is no longer of much use in this scenario.

Lancelot took a deep breath.

One person can't do much, but the Primarch is different! The Primarch is a natural war god, a master of macro-battlefield control, and more importantly, he brings Guilliman with him!

Lancelot looked around and spotted two familiar groups of people. One of them was Kahn from the Crimson Angels Chapter of the Reversal World. He was leading his brothers in battle against a group of traitors dressed in black and blue!

Although the patterns on the shoulders of those traitorous soldiers were somewhat distorted, they could still be vaguely discerned as the appearance of the Thirteenth Legion!

But what I bring with me now is a loyal Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion!

If handled properly, it's not impossible to get some rogue Space Marines to defect on the spot and pledge allegiance to him again!

"Guilliman, it's your turn to perform!"

Lancelot turned to look at Guilliman in front of him, but at that moment, what he saw was Guilliman collapsing to the ground in almost pain.

The Emperor's Sword in his hand seemed to stop burning at that moment, and black smoke was constantly emanating from his entire body.

It's a ghost!

"Don't let me down again at this crucial moment, Robert Guilliman!"