Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 81 Stop spouting nonsense! (7/20)

At this moment, Kahn finally understood why Lancelot had emphasized to him that no matter what he saw, he should believe him—because what appeared before him was the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion! The Lord of Ocuramar! The great traitor Robert Guilliman!

The elder actually wanted him to hand over command.

Hand it over to a traitor?!

How is this possible?!

Kahn was bewildered, but he never imagined that the original would be in such a sorry state.

A black, oil-like substance seeped from his mouth, nose, and eyes, disappearing as it touched the ground, as if he were expelling all the filth from his body.

Even so, Guilliman still gripped a familiar longsword tightly in his hand! Kahn recognized the longsword; it was the longsword wielded by his Mother of Genes—

That is the Emperor's Sword!

Although the flames on the sword seemed extremely weak, they were still burning, signifying that the emperor's power was still bestowed upon this longsword!

Is the person before us an enemy or a friend?

Kahn swallowed hard, but he could feel the Primarch in front of him enduring immense pain as he desperately resisted the temptations of chaos!

So Kahn finally took a step forward, stood in front of Guilliman, knelt down on one knee, and removed the communication module from his helmet.

"My lord, we are the Crimson Angels, the loyal Twelfth Legion!"

Kahn took a deep breath and handed the communication module to Guilliman in front of him: "Elder Lancelot asked me to convey to you that, as long as you are willing to fight, the Twelfth Legion will temporarily serve under you!"

Guilliman was silent for a moment after hearing Kahn's words. It was hard for anyone to imagine how much pain his body was enduring at that moment due to the negative information brought about by the nature of the warp. But at that moment, he still reached out and caught the communication module.

Lancelot is right —

Chaos has destroyed our homeland. My noble people have become refugees. But chaos cannot destroy our will!

Guilliman took the communication module with force and placed it on his neural information access port. Kahn had just announced Lancelot's arrival on all channels, and no one had any objections to the commander-in-chief appointed by the elder!

Countless pieces of war information began to flood into Robert Guilliman's brain. Such a massive amount of intelligence would instantly burn out an ordinary person's brain if it were to enter it, but for Robert Guilliman, it was like a fish in water!

Perhaps I really am a war machine.

Amid the flames of war, the pain in his mind began to subside, but Robert Guilliman would never lose himself in that feeling like the version of himself he knew in this world.

The battle information that was flooding his mind at that moment was clearly extremely unfavorable to the loyal Crimson Angels.

The people of Nuseria are about to give up.

The Titan Legion suffered heavy losses.

Chaotic attacks came from all directions.

But in Guilliman's eyes, the hope of victory was by no means so slim as to be invisible!

But before we can achieve victory, there is one more thing we must do.

"I need to regroup my troops!"

In an instant, the laws of victory seemed to have been deduced in Guilliman's mind, and all the friendly units that could be contacted began to receive extremely clear instructions!

The Titan faction, the Artillery faction, the Infantry faction, the Tank faction, and the Astartes faction began to receive unified and dense command orders.

Guilliman's Primarch Brain was rapidly memorizing the battlefield terrain and, in an instant, devised the optimal solution for everyone!

At this moment, Lancelot was already close to the eye of the storm.

However, when he was actually forced to confront the terrifying subspace anomalies in the distance, Lancelot couldn't help but doubt whether he could go that far.

After all, he was a seasoned veteran after transmigrating, not a warrior before. Lancelot was still somewhat afraid in the face of natural disasters.

As the angel's wings swept across the battlefield, Lancelot casually cleared away the fodder along the way, his figure suddenly disappearing into a crack ahead.

Before him lay land that had been extracted by the evil magic of the subspace, and Lancelot saw that the children's underground shelter had even been exposed.

The underground should have been a fortress for the children of Nuseria, but at this moment it was cut open, and almost no one was spared. Lancelot saw countless children's bodies being twisted.

Under the influence of the Nurgle Plague, the undead roared, the vampires howled, the fire demons roared, and the succubi fought against the last remaining defenders of the dungeon, but most continued their abhorrent and disgusting rituals.

They are trying to bring this place more into the embrace of the subspace.

Lancelot watched everything, feeling a surge of anger building within him, sweeping over him like a whirlwind. Amidst the cries of his allies, all the demons were cleaved in two, but even so, Lancelot's gaze remained fixed ahead.

From a great distance, he saw a crimson Space Marine.

The Blood God's slave was searching for something, and finally it found it: a small room where a mother was desperately trying to reinforce it for a moment of safety, but all of this was under the Blood God's control.

The mother was exhausted and crying. She had a head wound from hitting a stone, but she dared not stop, for her young daughter was beside her.

They got separated from their guards. The child couldn't comprehend the horror of war at that moment. She could only quietly clutch the red Space Marine doll in her hand, standing aside and watching everything unfold before her in ignorance.

Until—the red Chaos Space Marine reached out and moved the stone, appearing before the two of them.

In that instant, what awaited him was not the screams of the mortals in front of him, but the cheers of children full of hope!

"Mommy! Mommy! Look! You don't need to cry anymore!"

"Everything's alright! We're safe!"

"look!"

"Space Marines have come to our rescue!"

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The little girl's voice sounded so innocent at that moment. Her mother, who was on edge, suddenly turned her head, and the hammer she was using to reinforce the small safe house trembled and fell to the ground with a loud crash.

The child may not know, but as an adult, she clearly understood that those were not warriors of the Crimson Angels. Looking at the huge blade in the man's hand, the mother felt only despair.

She especially couldn't imagine how her daughter must have felt. She had held onto the hope of survival, and she thought that the Space Marines had come to save them, but instead, she was brutally murdered. How could a child's heart be so wounded?

"No—no—"

The mother suddenly hugged her child, but the wailing did not interrupt the Blood God's lackeys' pursuit of blood and heads.

"Skull offering, skull seat! Blood sacrifice—"

"Sacrifice your mother's blood!"

A furious roar suddenly erupted with the howling wind!

In an instant, everything before the mother's eyes was cleared by the raging wind! Dawn shone on their faces, and the Blood God's lackey had been kicked to pieces by Lancelot in a flash!

Mortal eyes cannot capture details; what appeared to them was that suddenly, the gloom was swept away, and an angel with pure white wings appeared in the sky before them!

The girl stared blankly at everything before her. She looked at Lancelot, then at the doll in her hand, and murmured to herself, "Such beautiful wings—just like in a painting. Other Space Marines don't have wings. Are you a Space Marine?"

I think I am.

Lancelot paused briefly, softly answering the little girl beside him, then landed and gently stroked the child's tender face.

At that very moment, the girl's mother experienced such a dramatic emotional rollercoaster that she knelt down in an instant, tears streaming down her almost dry eyes once again.

"My lord, I beg you, I am willing to die for the God Emperor, but please save my child's life!"

Lancelot looked at his mother and nodded heavily.

After a series of brutal killings, Lancelot had already realized that even if he continued to slaughter for ages, he would never be able to eradicate all the demons in this area.

To support this world, we must use extraordinary power—and Lancelot is now making final mental preparations to use that power.

"No, no one has to die. You and your children will live!"

Lancelot spoke softly, and the wings behind him seemed to grow wider and stronger because of his emotions.

"Hero, may I touch them?"

The child, emboldened, spoke up.

"No, because I'm about to leave."

"Are we going to save the world?"

"right."

Lancelot took a deep breath and handed a feather of Saint Geres to the child before him. Then he turned around, and the pure white wings suddenly unfurled amidst the ruins! What appeared before Lancelot was a large group of chaotic and evil creations.

However, Lancelot is now mentally prepared.

"Everyone says I'm a hero."

"A hero cannot back down in the face of battle."

Lancelot spoke softly, raised the Blood of Anglona that he had been holding in his left hand, and plunged it into his neck!

Sizzle————

The vial of Anglona's blood, which had been infused with the white magic power of Vishanti by the Ancient One through special means in the Marvel universe, was smoothly pushed into Lancelot's body at this moment.

Lancelot gently closed his eyes, feeling a surge of power coursing through his body. Then, as if lifting up the sun, Lancelot took out the vial of imperial blood from the Guardian's space.

"Come on, you weasel."

Lancelot whispered something, and his entire body began to erupt with scorching golden light. Upon seeing this light, the demons' filthy bodies visibly disintegrated!

The Emperor's blood began to surge with terrifying power! It transformed into crimson-gold specks of light and flew into Lancelot's body!

"Are you prepared for this?"

A voice seemed to echo within the warp, but Lancelot merely responded, "Bullshit! You dog, if you spout this nonsense again, get out of here!"

Lancelot suddenly opened his eyes, and it seemed as if white lightning burst out from his pupils!

His muscles seemed to swell, and then golden flames suddenly burst forth from the angel wings behind Lancelot, quickly engulfing his entire body!

Burning feathers drifted away from Lancelot's body, and as they landed on the ground, the flames on the feathers grew stronger and stronger, rising up like pillars of fire.

"Kuchiya——

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"The power of 99 weasels! The Cursed Legion! I command you! Come forth!"