Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 84, I'll defeat you right here! (10/20)

"No! No! You are just an Astartes, you are even just an inferior product created from my genes!"

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In a panic, Leon finally realized with horror that the vessel of these powers before him was nothing more than an Astartes! And even a Dark Angel from his own First Legion!

When I realized this, when I realized that my father had actually projected his power onto this guy!

Leon was furious!

"I'm going to kill you!"

The fallen First Legion leader shrieked as he spoke, and then he suddenly raised his sorcery staff. In an instant, countless azure fire demons burst forth from his sorcery staff and charged toward Lancelot like a galaxy!

Before Lancelot's eyes, all he could see were huge silver waves rolling, and the air was filled with the deafening grinding of teeth from the fire demons!

But at this moment, Lancelot looked directly at everything before him, his eyes lowered, as calm as a saint or a Buddha with a halo.

Anglona's blood gave Lancelot the ability to empathize, allowing him to feel the Emperor's burning desire for revenge within his own chest and the surging will of countless cursed legion warriors.

Speaking of which, Lancelot is also a dark angel.

This was the first time Lancelot had encountered his nominal father of genes. The oppressive feeling emanating from his genes should have made all the dark angels tremble, but at this moment, Lancelot felt no emotion whatsoever.

Looking at the surging waves of fire demons before him, and at the blue runic armor standing between the gaps, Lancelot understood that the Primarch was a being comparable to thousands of soldiers. But at this moment, Lancelot had only one thought in his mind.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I am going.

And so, Lancelot burst into flames, his angelic wings suddenly unfurling, lifting him up and transforming him into a fiery phoenix as he plunged into the blue light barrier.

Before the fire demons even touched Lancelot, they were already ablaze! The Emperor's Fire was no ordinary flame; it was the wrath of the Emperor's will, filled with destructive power. Lancelot barely needed to swing his sword; the intense heat of the surrounding area was enough to wipe out all the fire demons! His wings, blessed by the gods, suddenly flapped, and those creations of warp magic were instantly killed!

"Lion! I will defeat you here!"

Lancelot roared! He charged towards the fallen lion king before him, carrying with him the dawn of the outside world!

Everything was like a masterpiece.

The top oil painters in Guterres are extremely careful when mixing colors and follow perfect proportions in their creations.

At that moment, Angelona saw the painting of the holy war.

On the left, there was his fallen brother, surrounded by pitch-black mist and bizarre, ever-changing subspace magic, like a striped tiger roaming through the forest, ready to devour anyone who might harm him.

But on the right, Lancelot suddenly spread his wings and soared into the air! The dazzling light of the sky reflected off him! His eternally burning wings made him look like a god descending to earth!

Then, the two figures in this holy war painting collided, and the red sand beneath Leon's feet was suddenly shaken up.

Wave-like energy radiated from his feet and surged outwards.

The indestructible Lake Light in Lancelot's hand and the Lion Sword in Leon's hand clashed together. Neither of these swords was a masterpiece that could be forged by ordinary craftsmen!

The runes on both swords resonated and echoed each other when they collided, seemingly declaring that the two swords came from the same source and were like sister swords, one bright and one dark!

呲呲呲!

The force fields on the two power swords were vying with each other, and Lancelot's wings flapped continuously, causing waves of force to hammer against Leon's blade!

"Damn false emperor! You think you can kill me just because you've created a weapon like this?!"

As Leon looked at the constantly flashing runes on the blade of the sword in front of him, he could naturally sense that these runes were his own true name in the subspace!

This thing is essentially his origin, essence, and core soul in the subspace. For ordinary demons, mastering the true name is equivalent to obtaining the highest authority to control demons.

However, for a being at the level of a Great Demon, the True Name will not directly defeat him, but it will still cause his subspace projection to vibrate violently, his power level to plummet, and his defense, attack, and psionic resistance to be weakened across the board!

Reciting the true name can transform a warp archdaemon from an "invincible warp entity" into a destructible target, which is one of the Empire's ultimate tactical means of fighting demons.

At this moment, facing such a special weapon, Tzeentch's demon prince Leon, although still being suppressed, did not show much sign of retreat!

"Do you think you can defeat me with just this sword, with just a little bit of the false emperor's power?"

Foolish! Utterly foolish!

Leon let out a low growl. He was no ordinary Archdeacon; he was the Primarch. Ordinary Archdeacons do not have a physical body in the real universe, but he was different.

An undamaged lake might indeed have been able to kill him, but that's not the case!

Leon denied the power of the sword through his own strength and will, but at this moment, Lancelot, whose whole body was burning with imperial flames, only brought the indestructible lake light in his hand closer and closer to the throat of the fallen lion king in front of him!

The force was as powerful as if it were cast in bronze, and Leon suddenly realized that something was wrong with the man in front of him!

Even if he received the power of that pseudo-emperor, even if he had this sword, he shouldn't have put so much pressure on himself!

Leon did not continue the futile contest of strength. He withdrew his hand to release the force and stomped his foot, intending to use his sword skills to deflect Lancelot's attack. Lancelot, on the other hand, did not continue to struggle on the ground. Instead, he flapped his wings and flew into the air, preparing to launch another surprise attack from below.

Leon was certain that this dark angel, created from his own genes, was merely kindling to ignite his own fire—no matter how much it burned him, no matter how much it hated him, no matter how many weapons it possessed that could kill him, it could never compare to him, the noble Primarch!

But Leon was wrong from the very beginning.

The Lancelot before him had gained the power of the Emperor by injecting the blood of Anglona into his body, but this Emperor was not the Emperor that Leon knew in the current Reversal World! Rather, it was the power of the Emperor that humanity had believed in for ten thousand years in the official history.

Leon had no idea that this power also contained the power of the Vishanti from the Marvel Universe!

Lancelot's body, which should have been rapidly burned away, was no longer fragile under the blessing of white magic, thus he had gained power comparable to the Primarch on a physical level.

In that brief exchange, Lancelot did not unleash his full power. In the Reversal World, the original flaws of the Primarchs who betrayed him were often magnified, and the flaw of the Lion King who betrayed him lay in his arrogance!

In the confrontation, he will inevitably misjudge his own strength!

And this misjudgment is his opportunity!