Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 83 War Drums (9/20)

Leon grinned maliciously at his sister: "That one was badly injured by one of our brothers. He hates you lackeys of the false emperor to the core. It's hard to imagine what you, so beautiful, would look like if you fell into his hands."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I won't kill everyone on your planet. Your army, your people will survive, survive to witness the horrors that await you!"

Leon's voice, emanating from the helmet's speaker with a piercing metallic resonance, swirled around Anglona and said seductively, "How about this, we make a deal too."

"Tell me, what treasure are you hiding on Nuthria? Why did that false emperor cause such a commotion? Why are the gods in the warp willing to pay such a huge price for this? What have you discovered?"

"If you tell me, I will grant you a merciful death."

"And your legion and people will have the right to live, how about it! Such a merciful deal, don't test my patience any further, my sister."

Leon spoke with a sinister tone, but at that moment, Angelona gently shook her head, then raised the Emperor's Sword in her hand and held the flames on the blade to her neck.

This was not because she wanted to commit suicide, but because he finally understood that only through the flames on the Emperor's Sword could the damage caused by the Poetry Sword be eradicated.

The flames burned away the bleeding wound, and the seemingly enlarged injury was able to heal.

Angelona coughed up the blood that was blocking her trachea, then looked at her traitorous brother in front of her and shook her head gently.

"Leon, you're afraid of failure."

Angelona spoke softly her first words since she was injured, still looking with pity at her brother who was enveloped in warp magic: "I can feel your emotions. You are afraid. You have been in Nuthria for a long time. You have torn apart mountains and ripped the earth apart, but you will never find what your masters truly want."

"I may die here, or I may die in the palace of the Prince of Pleasure that you speak of, but your defeat was already destined long ago."

Angelona said this, then she laughed: "But I can tell you what I've hidden! It's hope! Humanity's hope still exists! Leon, those evil gods aren't brave! Humanity is brave!"

Upon hearing this, the lion king, who had previously seemed to have victory in his grasp, fell silent.

His face was obscured by the armor, but the frenzied burning of the runes around him foreshadowed the state of this fallen lion king.

"Anglora, I promise you will not die! You will be imprisoned in the Lord of Pleasure's cage for tens of thousands of years!"

Every nerve in your body will be amplified, every part of your soul will be driven with steel nails! Until you tell the secret yourself!

The Lion King roared, wanting to take down the Red Veil Queen who was stubbornly resisting before him.

But at this very moment!

Boom!

The fel storm in the distance seemed to have been smashed open by a meteorite, and the bright sunlight from the outside world poured in, causing the corrupt and sensitive black lion to suddenly turn its head.

He clearly remembered that he had used the power of the gods to cast a warp spell and completely surround Nuseria, but now this thing! It had torn through his spell without any warning and stepped into the battlefield between him and his sister.

What is that?

Leon's attention was drawn to it, then his body froze instantly, his very soul screaming in terror, "This is impossible!!"

But when Lancelot arrives, nothing is impossible.

The enormous wings suddenly spread open!

Boom!

A dull thud was heard at that moment.

The sound wasn't loud.

But between the circular stone walls of the arena, it was like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, with ripples spreading outwards in concentric circles.

dong dong! !

the second time.

Angelona's eyes lit up as if starlight had been ignited. She looked up and saw a person standing high up at the west entrance of the arena.

The armor, blackened by flames, was now adorned with a paintwork that sent Leon's very soul reeling! The iron-winged sword, a symbol of the First Legion's glory, seemed to come alive, burning on Lancelot's shoulder, just like the pure white wings burning behind him!

The flames were applied to the wing, but they did not damage the feathers in the slightest!

The man was not wearing a helmet, revealing his heroic face. At this moment, flames seemed to burn in his eyes. He had a cross-shaped knight's shield on his left arm and a power sword that was a work of art in his right hand!

A string of names was flashing on the power sword, and just the sight of it made Leon scream! He didn't even dare to look directly at those names!

That was his true name from the subspace! And it was completely engraved on that sword! This was a divine weapon specially forged to kill him!

At this moment, the figure wielding this divine weapon is turning the blade sideways and striking the shield with the spine of the sword!

It's an ancient provocation, but it's so fitting in this equally ancient arena!

Boom!

the third time.

Then the fourth time. The fifth time! The rhythm began to quicken, like some ancient heartbeat, like a battering ram striking a city gate, like a war drum thundering!

Thump thump! Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump thump!

The clanging of metal against metal echoed more and more intensely and heavily beneath the arena's dome. Finally, Lancelot, looking down at the figures beneath his feet, roared, "Arthur! You coward, a disgrace to Caliban! A disgrace to knights! Come! Face me!"

Arthur!

This is a language of ancient Terra! It is also one of the names the Emperor once used to address the First Legion Commander before him.

This name once symbolized nobility, but now, as Lancelot utters it at this moment, staring directly at the fallen lion king before him, it is filled with an unspeakable mockery!

air!

The Unbreakable Lake Light sword in Lancelot's hand activated with a hum, and a diamond-blue energy field exploded along the blade! The sword energy, along with the flourish of Lancelot's sword, easily sliced ​​through the ancient rocks around them! But the fallen lion king, looking at Lancelot before him, could not help but retreat in terror.

"Father—Father?! You're not dead?!"

"No! You're not Father?! You're not Saint Geres either! No! None of those! Who are you! Damn it! Who are you?!"

Leon took several steps back before regaining his footing. Looking at Lancelot in the distance, his eyes were filled with indescribable shock!

He sensed the power of his brother Saint Gerles on the wings behind Lancelot, he could feel the great power of his father, the Emperor of Mankind, on Lancelot, and he could even feel a sublime power on the person in front of him that he had never seen before!

Suddenly, Leon saw his own reflection in the person in front of him.

That was the future that Leon despised.

He was old and foolish, having dedicated his life to the Corpse King and adhered to that pathetic code of chivalry. Now, he could wield the power of the Chaos Gods for his own use, but he could no longer gain the approval of that so-called father.

But now...

The power of the Lord of Mankind appeared before him, and within the person before him!

Produce