Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 90 Waking Up (16/20)

Lancelot was rescued by the Primarch in the operating room.

At this moment, although Robert Guilliman was missing a heart, it did not affect his ability to command.

Previously, even with the warp contamination, Robert Guilliman was able to make excellent commands; now, they have banished the corrupted black lion and secured victory. The battle outside continues, but there are no longer any additional dangers.

After reconnecting to the current battle communications, Guilliman also heard the news of the rebels' defeat. The fallen angels who followed the Black Lion abandoned the other rebels and withdrew from the battlefield after realizing that their demonic principalities had been banished back to the warp.

The pressure of naval warfare in space was instantly relieved as the rebels retreated.

The rules of the real universe have begun to regain dominance. Among the rampaging demons, the weak ones are no longer able to maintain their position in the material universe. Even some demons that try to resist are very weak and can be easily banished.

Good news is pouring in from the command system that Guilliman has accessed, and everything is moving in a positive direction.

Five days later, almost all of Nutheria's landmasses had returned to their original positions, and the planet's core showed no signs of collapse.

At this moment, Guilliman also relaxed slightly and began to think about other things in this world—through indirect inquiries and reading books, Robert Guilliman also learned about the basic situation in this inverted world.

Compared to their own world, the empire in this reversed world is much smaller, and the enemies they face are much stronger. The forces of traitors occupy half of the galaxy, but the people of the empire still retain rationality and ambition.

Furthermore, the loyal Primarchs of the Empire still exist.

Anglona, ​​Horus, Loja, Magnus, Mortarion, Perturabo—these traitorous brothers who should have been despised in their own world have now become the pillars of the empire in this reversed world.

They chose to shrink the empire's defenses. Although the emperor still sat on the golden throne and the imperial truth had been replaced by the state religion, Guilliman perceived that, for the time being, people's religious beliefs in this world were not as bloated and outdated as in his own world.

People's faith in emperors was not simply fanatical; they believed not only in the emperor as an individual, but also in the ideals that the emperor wanted to implement.

This was thanks to his brother, Loka—Guilliman felt this deeply as well.

He and Luo Jia had a history.

The perfect city that Loka built for the Emperor was destroyed by the Ultramarines, and this event still happens in this world, but his brother seems to see it as a test of his faith by the Emperor.

Furthermore, he saw through Irebas's lies and reportedly hung the man on his scepter to torment him for eternity.

It feels a bit too conservative. If I keep holding it in my hand, what if he manages to escape?

From some of Horus's loyal sons, Guilliman also learned that one of the reasons for Horus's fall was that he had been seduced by Erebas, who had led them to place their father in that temple, where the gods had an opportunity to take advantage of him.

Horus was the first loyal Primarch to fall, and in this reversed world, the reversal of loyal and traitorous brothers made Guilliman even more certain that the tragedies of his brothers and sisters were all the influence of those Chaos.

Thinking this, Guilliman suddenly wanted to meet his loyal brothers and sisters in this world—although they were from different universes and had never met, their experiences and understandings were almost identical.

However, Guilliman also understood that now was not the time.

In this world's perception, Robert Guilliman's name is associated with a great traitor, someone everyone wants to kill, even though Kahn and Anglona, ​​under Lancelot's influence, chose to trust Guilliman. But the Primarch, with his exceptional political acumen, understood that this matter must not be made public.

Therefore, the people of Nuthria are currently unaware that there are two loyal Primarchs on the planet, and Guilliman is even issuing orders in Lancelot's name.

After all, one of the biggest problems facing the human universe in this reversed world is the rebellion in the world of Alteramar 500.

Guilliman, as the King of Alteramar, naturally understood the immense impact it would have if the rich region he previously ruled were to rebel against the human empire.

If it weren't for the presence of the Tyranids and Orks in the current galactic situation, and the fact that the production capacity of these rebellious planets has been greatly reduced after they joined Chaos, then without a doubt, the current civil war among humans would be much more brutal.

In this case, shrinking the Empire's territory is, to some extent, the right choice, as it allows them to fully utilize the advantage of the sheer number of loyal Primarchs.

Although the traitors of the Chaos faction also hated the Empire, their individualism and distrust of one another have, ironically, maintained the current galactic situation and prevented it from deteriorating further.

However, the Empire has never given up on recovering its lost territories, and the expeditionary fleet is also advancing. This fleet is rumored to be invincible and is called the Unyielding Expedition.

Unyielding Expedition, what a great name.

Guilliman kept thinking about how he should rebuild his decadent and bloated human empire after he returned.

Clearly, an expedition is the best option, using its power to rebuild the empire's military strength, save lost planets, and unite the lost people once again under a unified banner.

The Unyielding Expedition—I'll launch one myself after I return. Speaking of which, I once made a pact with the sage Kaul of the Cult of Mechanics—I wonder what's going on his end—

Guilliman thought so.

And in the last bit of the seventh day, Guilliman finally heard better news.

Lancelot woke up.

Lancelot felt like he had slept for a very, very long time. In his hazy consciousness, he saw the four peddlers from the subspace performing a ritual around him.

In the dream, my reaction seemed quite intense; I slapped Red and kicked Blue, and Pink, seeing this, actually came running over eagerly.

But Lancelot sensed that the other party was still oozing some indescribable liquid, and finally, it seemed to be dragging a large blue bird like a baseball, sending it flying and crashing into the finally obedient, but disgusting, green excrement.

There seemed to be quite a lot of people there. It looked like Old Man Huang, along with Red Oglin and Junior Brother Vaschtor, were watching the commotion. But in the end, Lancelot realized that he was dreaming and gradually woke up.

Ugh, this is such a hassle.

Lancelot's sanity gradually returned. His original Space Marine body had probably been ruined—his soul could only attach itself to the Dreadnought, but fortunately, it wasn't attached to the Dreadnought as a living coffin, but rather like a machine spirit.

If I have the chance later, I'll go to Marvel, take down that Wakanda thing, and make a body out of vibranium.

Or should we bring my carbonized body back to the Ancient One and have him use the Time Stone to see if he can restore it?

When Lancelot regained consciousness, many ways to repair his body had already surfaced in his mind, but as soon as he opened his eyes, Lancelot sensed that something was wrong.

The very act of opening his eyes was strange! The lights of the operating table flashed before Lancelot's eyes, and as he moved slightly, he discovered that he could still feel his arms and legs, which should have been charred beyond recognition!

He lifted Lancelot and saw his newborn body with skin as smooth as a baby's.

However, scorch marks remained, but for a warrior, this might also be proof of honor. Lancelot then struggled to get up from the nutrient solution.

"Inhale—exhale—"

This time when I woke up, it seemed the same as when I woke up all the time, the only difference being that I had two more strange sensations.

My first feeling was that the two hearts in my chest seemed to be overly energetic.

The second sensation was—Lancelot looked to his side, gently reached out, and a thick fog seemed to rise in the air, within which some kind of vines and water vapor appeared—

With a single sword, the pristine lake that had banished the black lion was lifted into Lancelot's hands!