Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 80 Believe Me (6/20)

"Senior citizens?!"

Kahn stared in disbelief at Lancelot, who had pure white wings on his back.

They had certainly met Lancelot, even though their memories of the gladiatorial arena had been erased. They later learned that their Primarch had bid farewell to a mysterious elder before the great battle.

Legend has it that this elder will bring hope to the future, and then Nutheria was attacked. The commanders of the Crimson Angels asked the Primarch if the elder was supporting them, but they could only get a vague answer from the Primarch.

The elderly are supporting the future of humanity.

Does this include Nuseria, which is besieged by Chaos, and the people of the empire above Nuseria?

The Primarch remained silent, and the warriors of the Crimson Angels did not ask any further questions. In fact, whether they understood or not was irrelevant, because what they had to do next was just a very simple thing.

Fight, and then win.

Although Nuthria is falling due to Chaos's reckless investment and the power of warp magic, every member of the Crimson Angels will fight to the very end.

Even if the heavens and earth were to crumble, Kahn firmly believed that the Empire's reinforcements would soon arrive! Even if they died here, their brothers and sisters would avenge him!

And it is under this expectation!

Lancelot has arrived!

Breaking through the gloom in the sky, Lancelot descended upon the battlefield!

He also did not wear a helmet, because Lancelot hoped that his identity would bring hope, and the Imperial Cross shield would protect him from being ambushed.

At this moment, looking at the crimson angels who were looking up at him, at the way they looked at him as if he were a savior, Lancelot was silent for a moment, his eyes flashing with spiritual energy, and finally he uttered the words that covered the entire battlefield!

"I am Lancelot! I have come! I will bring victory!"

Empty!

Even in the apocalyptic battlefield, with gunfire still raging, at this moment, everyone saw the angel who broke through the dark clouds and brought hope!

"By the Emperor! By Angelona! Our reinforcements have arrived!"

A roar of excitement and cheers erupted as countless Astronauts joined the fighting Nuseria people in celebration!

"Let's drive these invaders out of our home!"

"I'm about to get all fired up!"

Lancelot looked at the warriors whose morale had surged to its peak in an instant. He didn't say much, but landed in front of the loyalist Kahn and pointed to the Dreadnought he had placed in the distance.

"Elder Lancelot!!"

Kahn quickly led the remaining veterans to Lancelot, pounded his fist on the chest of his battered armor, and saluted Lancelot.

"Kahn, I'm already aware of the general situation of the battle. Do you know Anglona's current condition?"

"Elder! Elder Lancelot! The Primarch is currently fighting a traitor in the arena! She needs reinforcements! Please, save our mother!"

Kahn looked at Lancelot almost pleadingly.

"I said I would bring victory with me!"

Lancelot took a deep breath: "Now I'm going to give you a mission: to protect a man beside that fearless mech!"

Lancelot looked at the crimson angels before him with a solemn expression and said, "Besides this, I have another request. I ask that you trust me and trust that man. Protect him when he is most vulnerable, and when he is willing to fight, I request that the crimson angels hand over all battlefield command to him!"

"all?"

Kahn paused for a moment.

"All of you! Kahn, believe me! Whatever you see, believe me! You must respect him as you would respect me! Carry out the orders he gives you! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Elder Lancelot! In the name of Anglona!"

Kahn paused for a moment, then solemnly swore in the name of the Primarch, "Lancelot!" After saying this, he spread his wings and set off for the battlefield he was about to go to!

Lancelot had no time to explain. After paving the way for Robert Guilliman, whom he had brought with him, he sped towards the arena shrouded in a storm of evil magic.

The pristine lake was restless, and Lancelot could feel the Black Lion's true name engraved on the sword stirring within him. In this inverted world, the despicable traitor was right here, in that arena.

"The Emperor is above."

Lancelot silently recited a prayer in his mind. He glanced at Guilliman in the distance, while the Primarch also watched with difficulty as Lancelot rushed towards the distance.

He was somewhat dazed, his Primarch-level brain struggling to process the situation. He used the extinguished Emperor's Sword to support himself as he stood up. He looked up and saw Lancelot streaking across the sky at high speed.

At this moment, the image of that archangel seemed to appear in his eyes, but Lancelot was not that archangel after all. However, what he was about to do was no different from what that archangel would have done if he were present.

Guilliman opened his mouth, and everything seemed to be repeating itself. Back then, during the siege of Terra, he was nine hours late. Was he going to repeat the tragedy of that year?

wrong----

wrong!

Robert Guilliman slammed his fist into his forehead.

The pain brought him to his senses slightly. Despite the whispers of the warp preventing him from fighting, he was not someone who needed protection! Guilliman vowed to overcome the voices in his head! But until then, he would do everything he could!

Boom boom boom!

"Let me pass, everyone!"

Lancelot roared, vanquishing the chaotic creature that stood in his way like an eagle soaring through the sky! This instantly reduced the pressure on the area.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Crimson Angels' Kahn quickly boarded a vehicle and arrived at the seemingly unmanned Saturn-shaped Dreadnought.

"Cough cough cough—Are you Holy Blood Angels?"

At this moment, Guilliman's vision was already somewhat confused, and at that very moment, Kahn looked at the man in front of him and felt a chill rush to his head in an instant.

Even as one of the most experienced warriors in the Crimson Angels, the loyalist Cain still has things etched in his memory that he doesn't want to recall.

That rebellion was one of them.

What drove Kahn to despair most during that rebellion was the 13th Legion, which led a seemingly endless, blue-black tide of rebels.

The leader of this rebel army is the tyrant of the Five Hundred Worlds, the infamous great traitor.

But after that war, when Kahn awoke from his severe injuries, he heard that the ambitious man's ultimate fate was to be killed by the Emperor, and that his remains were rescued by traitors and placed back on his Dark Throne in the Five Hundred Worlds to await physical regeneration.

Kahn never actually saw the man named Robert Guilliman up close; he only caught a glimpse of the giant from a distance. From that day on, he could never forget that guy.

Kahn had fantasized about storming into the lair of those traitors and dragging the sinner who had so devastated the empire from his filthy throne to face trial.

But Kahn never imagined that he would see Robert Guilliman again on such a occasion.