Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 89 Primitive Surgery (15/20)

Lancelot's half-body body is turning to ashes and collapsing.

Robert Guilliman knelt on one knee before Lancelot, looking at the man who had almost burned out, with an unprecedented respect in his heart.

As the son of war, he fully understood that the true key to this victory was Lancelot, who had brought the Cursed Legion. He was a being who burned himself out for victory, and he had delivered the crucial blow to that corrupted monster, turning the tide of the war single-handedly.

He did too much.

So much so that even Robert Guilliman, as the Primarch, felt ashamed, for as the Primarch, he should have shouldered more responsibility.

After all, the best vessel to bear the Emperor's power should be a genetic prototype like himself. They are the Emperor's offspring, the so-called demigods. Lancelot brought him to this place with hope in mind.

However, he was influenced by the corrupt nature of that corrupt mirror image of the world and did not rush to the battlefield immediately.

No one can deny Robert Guilliman's decisive victory this time; he did not repeat his mistakes, but the price of this victory was too high.

The only saving grace is that Lancelot will not actually die; his soul is connected to the Dauntless.

"Sir Lancelot, rest assured, I—"

Guilliman was about to say something when he saw Anglona almost abruptly rip open the armor that was practically fused to Lancelot's flesh. She then noticed Lancelot's left hand. Protected by the Imperial Cross Shield, it hadn't been completely burned by the Emperor's flames!

"you----"

"Don't talk back, Lancelot can still be saved! Thirteen, if you want to save him, come with me!"

Almost instantly, Angelona pulled a special tube from her armor, connecting her arm to Lancelot's arm.

At that moment, blood was drawn from Primarch Anglona's already weakened body and flowed into Lancelot's body. Then, Anglona picked up Lancelot and ran wildly towards the room deep inside the dueling arena.

When Guilliman heard Anglona say that Lancelot could be saved, his face lit up with joy for a moment. But when he heard her call him Thirteen, Guilliman's feelings became complicated. But he didn't have time to say anything else at the moment and quickly followed his nominal sister to the arena.

Although this place had been through a long war and was almost completely destroyed and deformed, one of the operating rooms inside was very safe. Lancelot was placed on the operating table by Angelona, ​​and a large number of medical devices were activated at this moment to monitor the life fluctuations of Lancelot's mutilated body.

"His brainwaves are still active, and his spine has not yet suffered irreversible damage. However, the left heart of his two hearts has been carbonized and lost its function, while the right heart has been almost destroyed by the Emperor's power to the point of being unable to function."

"Lancelot told me that after his physical body dies, he will enter the Dreadnought Mech."

"Are you already planning to let him enter the realm of fearlessness, or are you prepared to help me here?"

Angelona looked up at Guilliman in front of her, her crimson-gold eyes meeting Guilliman's blue eyes. At that moment, Guilliman's thoughts couldn't help but give way because of what was flashing in his older sister's eyes.

How can I help you?

Angelona turned her head and said quickly, "The most urgent thing is to restore blood supply to his brain as soon as possible. I will temporarily place it in nutrient solution, but if we want him to live, we need two more things."

"What is it?"

"heart."

Angelona said calmly, "If you want to save him, then lie down and wait for me to take one of your hearts and give it to him."

"Of course you can refuse, and I will use one of my offspring's hearts in place of him," Angelona said quickly, then picked up a scalpel and precisely removed the carbonized tissue from Lancelot's body.

"I won't refuse. I trust you because you're the one Lancelot wants to save."

Robert Guilliman said in a deep voice, "You should know that I am not from this universe. In my universe, I was injured by the traitorous Forgrim and slept for ten thousand years. He was the one who awakened me and brought me to this universe as soon as possible to support you."

"—Then take off your armor."

Angelona's hands did not stop moving in the slightest.

She preserved Lancelot's not-yet-completely-dead tissues, then began attaching external nutrient tubes to the joint organs and immersing Lancelot in a specially prepared nutrient solution.

The flames atop the Emperor's Sword were used for disinfection at this moment, as Angelona, ​​the most outstanding doctor in the entire galaxy, swiftly treated all the still-active parts of Lancelot's damaged body.

"Lancelot—it's a miracle that he's still alive. I can sense that he had the blood of our father, the Human Emperor, injected into his veins as well."

"The Emperor's power is essentially destruction. Apart from us Primarchs who inherited his genes, it is almost impossible for anyone else to survive if they are empowered by his power."

"But Lancelot is different. There seems to be an equally powerful force within his body that is constantly repairing and protecting him—which gives us the possibility of awakening him."

As Angelona spoke, she swiftly and precisely peeled away the necessary flesh and tissue from Lancelot with Primarch-level speed, then looked at Robert Guilliman, who had already removed his armor and was lying on the operating table.

Which heart are you going to take from me?

"The one on the right and the one on the left are the hearts that people are born with, and they are also the most important ones. The Twelfth Legion's genes are all-powerful, but they are not suitable as the most critical heart."

Angelona quickly brought over the specially made heart-removal equipment, but it seemed that due to the previous chaos, the equipment was displaying a lot of garbled characters, and Angelona frowned.

Picking up an Emperor's Sword and cleaving the instrument in two, Anglona then looked at Guilliman and explained, "The surgical instruments are malfunctioning; it seems we have no choice but to use the Emperor's Sword as a scalpel."

Guilliman nodded, but the idea of ​​using the Emperor's Sword for the surgery did reassure him somewhat; after all, his father's sword couldn't possibly kill him.

"You decide."

As soon as Guilliman spoke, he felt a sudden, burning pain in his chest. Angelona's swordsmanship was as precise as a scalpel; in an instant, she used the Emperor's Sword to cut a window in Robert Guilliman's chest and removed a still-beating heart.

"Sew it yourself."

Angelona said this, then turned around and went directly to Lancelot's operating table, placing the heart of the Ultramariner's Lord into Lancelot's body.

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Guilliman's face also turned slightly pale. Even as a Primarch, losing a vital organ like the heart would cause significant damage to one's vitality for a long time.

But if it's to save Lancelot, then it's not much of a sacrifice.

Guilliman quickly stitched up his exposed chest, which had been exposed during the heart transplant, with needle and thread. His Primarch-level vitality made the surgery very simple.

The moment the heart was removed from the body, Guilliman's body had already stopped bleeding; after the chest was stitched up, the original body's blood automatically filled the missing heart and began to rapidly divide and repair itself.

"What's next?"

As Guilliman spoke, Angelona raised an eyebrow and looked toward the door, while also removing a piece of her armor that was getting in the way.

"Now, please leave this operating room. I am also going to perform my heart transplant. My heart is different; it has been modified by the Twelfth Legion, and it is the most suitable for transplantation into Lancelot, so that his body can regain its vitality."

Angelona said, "Please don't disturb me now. The battle outside is probably won, but please go and take command."

"Alright, Lancelot has already had Kahn hand over command to me. One last reminder: please pay attention to the time. According to Lancelot, we can only stay here for a maximum of 7 days."

Guilliman glanced at Angelona before him and said this. Having understood the difference between the two, he explained the situation and left the operating room.

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