Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 91 The Arrival of the Dark Angel (17/20)

Now, this pristine lake view can be considered complete.

It bears the true name of the black lion Leon, who was created to kill the corrupted Primarchs in this universe. But what is created is ultimately just a design. Only when he truly fulfills the mission he designed will this blade truly live up to its name.

Not long ago, Black Lion Leon was truly defeated by this blade. Of course, he had no choice. Faced with the risk of losing the Emperor's Sword, Black Lion could only admit defeat to this blade engraved with his true name.

Thus, the sword severed a portion of the Black Lion's warp essence, and as the user of the sword, that portion of the warp essence seemed to have come to Lancelot's body along with the blade.

This may be one of the reasons why he was able to recover so quickly; Lancelot has now obtained a portion of the subspace essence of the First Legion's Primarch.

Does that mean that one can claim to be the master of the First Legion when speaking to outsiders?

The thought flashed through Lancelot's mind as he got up from the nutrient solution.

After slightly adjusting to his now somewhat sensitive body, Lancelot exhaled a breath of stale air. After washing up in the operating room, he changed into the large robe that had been prepared for him.

Standing in front of the mirror, Lancelot noticed that he seemed to have grown taller; even without his armor, he was now 3...

Around 2 meters.

As Lancelot emerged from the operating room dressed in his clothes, he saw Angelona, ​​also in casual clothes, sitting in an office chair conducting research while holding parchment.

Upon seeing Lancelot, the other person paused slightly for a moment before revealing a faint smile.

"It seems like the recovery is going well."

Lancelot nodded. The other person's injuries had healed, and she seemed quite relaxed. For some reason, Lancelot felt a sense of familiarity and closeness towards the person in front of him, so he stepped forward and sat down opposite Angelona.

"What is the current state of my body?"

Lancelot inquired about his condition, while Anglona began to recount how she had scavenged uncooked pieces of meat from a pile of charred remains, and how she had managed to keep Lancelot alive by transplanting blood vessels cultivated by Anglona herself, along with two Primarch Hearts.

To put it simply, almost all the components in Lancelot's body have now reached the Primarch level. After all, in order to support the beating of the two Primarch Hearts, the blood system, circulatory system, and even the skeleton have to undergo special adjustments.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

The blood that Lancelot injected into Anglona was a substance mixed with a drop of Imperial blood by the Ancient One. This drop of blood, once it entered Lancelot's body, was both the key to carrying the power of the Imperial Warp and the key to transforming Lancelot's body.

"Aftermath—I used a little bit of the legacy of the dark age of technology to completely restore your body. However, at the time, I didn't know if you were willing to awaken from this body. But now it seems that you have recovered well. In seven days, you will be completely reborn."

As Angelona spoke, Lancelot looked at the extremely detailed biological research report about himself in front of him, and then glanced at his system panel.

Lancelot's score, originally 126, has risen to 136 without being recorded in the secret. Having received the original body's organs, Lancelot probably understands that his current body is no longer related to the traditional Astartes.

"This is a good thing."

Lancelot could only offer this assessment, while Anglona compiled her research on Lancelot.

"How's the situation outside?"

Lancelot began to inquire of Anglona about the enemy invasion outside Nutheria, to which Anglona replied with great satisfaction: "The situation is very good. We have thwarted the first and most important wave of Chaos's offensive. The complete defeat of the Black Lions is the most severe blow the Empire has dealt to traitors in a thousand years."

"Where's Robert?"

Lancelot looked at Angelona in front of him: "Although the Robert you know in this universe is a traitor, I still ask you to believe that he, who came with me, is one of humanity's hopes."

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"I know."

Angelona nodded, then put away the research report and opened the freezer, taking out two glasses of bright red wine.

After Lancelot refused to drink, Angelona didn't say anything. She swirled the wine in her glass and smiled, saying, "I trust him completely, and of course, I've benefited from him. I can finally put down those tedious tasks and devote myself to what I'm truly interested in. Of course, this is also part of the work to save you, but I still have to thank him."

"Indeed, the right job should be done by the right person. I'm not cut out for operations."

"Look at the time it took you six days. Guilliman, in your name, completely integrated the army of the Nuseria Sector, wiped out all the rebels, and even took the time to make plans for each planet for at least 10 years. He even sent signals, both overtly and covertly, to highlight your contributions."

Angelona sipped her wine and gazed out the window: "What an ambitious fellow. If given a little more time, perhaps another expeditionary fleet would be assembled."

Lancelot nodded slightly. Robert Guilliman was indeed that kind of person. As the son of war, all his political pretense and schemes were for the purpose of war.

Number Thirteen is the one who most resembles the Emperor, or rather, the one who most resembles the Emperor during the Great Expedition.

However, Lancelot and Angelona tacitly avoided mentioning the other Robert in this world, and it was at this moment that Robert Guilliman's communication with Angelona suddenly brought a special message.

"Anglorna, the Dark Angels' Stone Fortress has teleported over."

"At first, the Crimson Angels thought it was another attack by the rebels, but on the boulder, all the Dark Angels disarmed themselves, knelt on one knee, and allowed the Crimson Angels to surround them."

Guilliman paused for a moment at this point: "They informed the Crimson Angels that they were the First Legion, loyal to the Empire, not the Black Lions' lackeys."

"And—they already know that the traitorous Primarch has been banished and are going to meet the one who banished Leon."

"I had the crimson angels tell them that Leon was banished by you, but they know much more."

"The Dark Angels confirmed that it was not the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion that drove out the Black Lion, but a Dark Angel."

"Because the Emperor once told them that only by accomplishing the impossible, only by the true master of the First Legion, wielding that special sword, and completely crushing the chance to defeat Leon from both material and spiritual perspectives, could that legend be fulfilled and the shame of the First Legion be washed away."

"They're here to see Lancelot."

Guilliman looked up and, even from the ground, he could see the largest remaining fragment of Caliban, the homeworld of the Dark Angels, after it had been destroyed.

"The dark angels have come seeking their legion's lord."

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