Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 88 I have already fought the good fight (14/20)

Guilliman took about 10 minutes.

Kahn, who was guarding him, watched the entire situation unfold before him. Despite the unimaginable pain, he still managed to make tactical arrangements that covered the entire world.

When he saw that the Primarch was no longer in pain and that the Imperial Sword in his hand began to burn with raging flames, he knew that the scales of victory had finally tipped in their favor.

Guilliman, having stood up, hadn't forgotten Lancelot's words: 13 minutes! Lancelot had bought him a precious thirteen minutes! So when Lancelot's consciousness entered the Dreadnought, Guilliman didn't hesitate and teleported to the arena with Lancelot!

When he arrived at the battlefield, he saw a bloated figure in the distance that looked as if it had merged with a strange bird.

The figure was both familiar and unfamiliar, somewhat similar to Ryan, the leader of the First Legion, in his memory, but Robert quickly dismissed the idea.

The monster before him was not worthy of being mentioned or discussed with his loyal brother!

He saw Anglona, ​​who was also wielding the Emperor's Sword, and he saw the leader of the Twelfth Legion, who was ranked one place higher than him in another universe.

In Robert's mind, the Twelfth Legion commander and his brother Anglon was a tragedy.

The Butcher's Nail was implanted in his mind, and he eventually became a slave of the Blood God.

But in this world, amidst the memories surging from the Warp, Robert saw his sister's situation. In this world, Anglona did not have such a tragic experience; she was raised on human hopes and dreams, just like he had once been.

In a daze, Robert Guilliman recalled a dream he once had.

He built a grand hall in his own capital, Ottara, according to the number of him and his brothers, with each position specially designed.

Robert Guilliman dreamed of one day sitting together with his brothers. This dream had died after the Great Rebellion, but now it was burning anew in his heart like hope!

The power of loyalty in one universe may not be enough to confront darkness alone, but it is not the case for two universes!

So Robert Guilliman jumped, his figure instantly disappearing on the shoulder of the Saturn-type Dreadnought, and at that moment, the Dreadnought crashed to the ground!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

This terrifying steel behemoth unleashed a barrage of fire from its six-barreled thermoelectric guns as soon as it landed! Because each of the six barrels had ample time to cool between shots, the terrifying heat relentlessly bombarded the black lion's bulky body!

Leon screamed repeatedly, but his bulky body was unable to dodge and he could only try to use warp magic to defend himself!

But on the Dreadnought, Lancelot's Inviolable Domain fully demonstrated its power! Unlike before, when the Inviolable Domain was limited to the soul level due to the need to connect to the Emperor, there was no longer any need for such a concern!

The terrifying molten weapon was about to destroy his physical body in the material universe, but that was not the most terrifying thing. What was truly terrifying was that Robert Guilliman, in perfect condition, had already arrived near Leon's body, which was unable to dodge, with the Emperor's Sword burning with flames!

The loyal son of vengeance. He slashed through the monstrous, bloated flesh of the monster almost instantly. The Emperor's Sword, imbued with the Emperor's terrifying power, ensured that any demon slain by it would not be reborn in the warp!

Even the Primarch is no exception!

So, the black lion screamed as it broke free from the bloated flesh and blood that he had conjured with his evil magic. Guilliman's blade only struck the shed flesh and blood shell, while the black lion's true body fell out of the flesh and blood, its chest still bearing the gruesome slash left by Lancelot's sword!

Grasping the wizard's staff beside him, the black lion turned around for the first time and decided to run away.

His plan had taken a serious turn for the worse, whether it was Lancelot or Robert Guilliman standing before him! The appearance of either one would have been enough to inflict a crushing defeat on him, let alone both of them appearing together! They had driven him into a life-or-death situation!

But at this very moment...

The instant he tried to escape, Lancelot's body, which had almost burned out, reignited! Lancelot tightly grasped the undamaged lake light, and then! He hurled it away!

The pristine lake water traced a graceful arc, piercing through all the flesh and blood, and fiercely penetrating the other heart of the Black Lion Leon from behind!

The Black Lion's subspace true name burned like flames on the blade, pinning him to the ground!

"Robert!"

Lancelot let out a final roar from his throat, which was almost charred, and at that moment the Primarch tore through all the flesh like a whirlwind, raising the eternally burning Emperor's Sword, ready to cut off the corrupt head of the traitorous brother Black Lion in front of him!

In the subspace, Leon's master finally faced a decision he had to make. And so, amidst screams, the indestructible Lake Light that had impaled Leon unleashed a terrifying light!

The next moment, the Emperor's Sword crashed down, but only stirred up a cloud of red sand. The fallen black lion had vanished, leaving behind only an incomparably dazzling and striking longsword, enveloped in mist and some kind of vine vegetation!

This is Lancelot's sword, Unbroken Lake, engraved with the Primarch's true name. Now it has truly fulfilled its mission, leaving a mark on the Primarch's very essence! It even severed a part of the Primarch's very nature!

An indescribable subspace tremor reverberated throughout the universe, announcing that the Black Lion had been defeated, and by a dark angel, his nominal offspring! This news was enough to make all the fallen angels in the galaxy tremble and to invigorate all the loyal dark angels!

Sacrifice the pawn to save the king.

This was a desperate measure by the cunning and ruthless.

At that very moment, although the four evil gods in the subspace were extremely reluctant, as the Black Lion retreated, the veil of the real universe began to gradually obscure their vision.

The Chaos invasion on Nutheria began to falter, and the great planet and its great people saw a glimmer of hope.

And Lancelot, the one who made all of this possible, finally collapsed to the ground, his charred half-body turning into pale specks of ashes that drifted outwards.

The severely injured Primarch, Anglona, ​​managed to support Lancelot's body.

At this moment, Guilliman no longer paid attention to the monster that had been banished, and came to Lancelot's side, who was burning out.

"Sir Lancelot!"

The towering Primarch knelt on one knee before Lancelot's already withered body. When Lancelot saw that he had banished Leon, his tense nerves finally relaxed, but this brought with it an indescribable weariness.

I need to rest for a while. Traveling through the universe should have been a vacation for me, but now this vacation has turned into a tiring journey of salvation.

However, this was his own choice, and Lancelot did not regret it. But for now, he needed to rest for a while.

"Robert and Angelona —"

Lancelot's voice was already as faint as a needle in Anglona's arms, but the two Primarchs couldn't help but lean closer to listen. Lancelot, in his prehistoric slumber, remembered a sentence he had seen in his previous life.

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the way I had to go, I have kept the faith I had to keep."

"The rest is up to you."

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