Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 92 Lord of the First Legion (18/20)

Guilliman said this.

At that moment, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

According to the descriptions of the dark angels, a rebellion has broken out on Caliban, where the Black Lion is attempting to find a corrupted artifact in preparation for betraying the Empire.

However, half of the loyal Dark Angels discovered the betrayal of their Primarch, the Black Lion, and rebelled against him, destroying their homeworld and using the Boulder as the last stronghold for all the loyal Dark Angels, constantly evading the pursuit of the Fallen Angels throughout the galaxy.

And this actually happened in the Reverse World—if we convert it to our own world—meaning that a rebellion also occurred in Caliban.

The reason why his true Primarch, Lionheart, went missing and why Caliban was blown up was actually due to a rebellion within the Dark Angels themselves.

Primarch Guilliman paused for a moment, then with astonishing willpower, forcibly suppressed the urge to continue thinking about this thing.

Lancelot hadn't told him this before, and it turned out to be one of the Dark Angels' secrets—which explained how he'd learned about the strange sightings of the Dark Angels from the Ultramarines in Macragge.

It seems that I must be careful about this when communicating with the Dark Angels in the future, and avoid touching on their secret.

And it was at this very moment.

As he listened to Angelona recount the arrival of the Dark Angels to welcome the true Lord of the Legion, Lancelot was surprised, and with a look of emotion on his face, he gripped the indestructible Lake Light at his waist.

There seemed to be some kind of power flickering on the sword, and mist swirled around the surrounding environment, a mysterious feeling resonating in Lancelot's mind.

I never imagined that my previous thoughts were actually true.

However, given his status as a Dark Angel, it is quite normal for him to achieve such a special feat as banishing the corrupted Primarch of the Dark Angels.

Lancelot then nodded to Angelona and said, "Angrona, what the Dark Angels said is true. I didn't reveal my identity before, but now I am indeed from the First Legion. Now the loyal forces of the First Legion are gathered in Nuseria, and I would like to invite you to meet the loyal Dark Angels."

"After all, I cannot stay in this universe for long. Today is the last day. Loyal Dark Angels, we will still need to rely on your help, Anglona, ​​most of the time."

"I understand. I'll go change into my armor."

Angelona nodded. In the past few days, with Robert Guilliman holding the fort, Angelona was able to shed her armor as a warrior and focus on her beloved biomedical research. But ultimately, she still had to return to her duties as the Primarch as the God of War.

"Me too—but when we're both ready, we won't need any vehicle; we can go straight to that boulder."

Upon hearing this, Angelona turned her head slightly to glance at Lancelot.

"Do you have a better way?"

"certainly."

Lancelot nodded and gently drew the Undamaged Lake Light from its sheath. At that moment, a visible mist appeared in Angelona's eyes as well.

Even so, within this mist, there were hooded figures that only Lancelot could see. They were watching Lancelot from afar, but they were all conveying a new message.

"As the true lord of the Dark Angel Legion, how could returning to one's own territory possibly require a complicated voyage?"

Lancelot muttered to himself.

At that very moment, in the space of Nuseria, amidst the wreckage of countless spaceships, the Imperial Navy forces, who were cleaning up the battlefield, all gazed solemnly at the magnificent creation in the distance.

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The remains of Caliban, now known as the Boulder, appear as a rugged, mountain-like asteroid, its surface scarred by the devastation of Caliban's destruction, but topped with the spires and bastions of the Dark Angels' original fortress monastery.

Its size surpasses any heavy warship of the Empire, and its internal structure is equipped with a giant subspace engine and a void shield, enough to support the chapter to traverse the galaxy. Its crossing over is also thanks to the ancient technology it carries.

The megalith is far larger than any of the Empire's conventional warships, and its massive array of weapons is enough to destroy an entire fleet.

In official history, it was escorted by frigate squadrons and Thunderhawk gunboat squadrons year-round, and its void shields and ancient arcane technology were even capable of repelling the Eldar main fleet.

But in this reversed world, the loyal Dark Angels are not in a good position. They are in the territory of the rebels, and due to the Primarch's betrayal, the Empire is extremely hostile to them.

The shame of their Primarch's betrayal was etched in the hearts of every Dark Angel, and they were too embarrassed to entrust others with the affairs of their legions.

Even though they had thwarted the Black Lion's plot, the shame could not be washed away.

After the fall of Caliban, the warp storm that swept through Caliban, though unable to break through the ancient force field generator of the fortress monastery, left indelible scars on the giant rock.

The remaining Dark Angels ventured deep into the asteroid's bedrock, carving out a vast network of endless tunnels, vaulted halls, and dark crypts beneath the ruined fortresses and monasteries.

Fortunately, they unearthed ancient machinery from the Dark Ages of technology from the bedrock, including a mysterious force field generator, a dormant plasma reactor, and a sealed chamber containing lost ancient technology.

Most of them are still operational, their principles long forgotten even by the Martian tech priests. Fortunately, the Dark Angels' Iron Wings know how to use these creations from the Dark Ages. With these resources, the Dark Angels are able to evade the pursuit of the fallen angels in this reversed galaxy and rescue the loyal Dark Angels who have been left behind.

At this moment, the current leader of the Dark Angels, the Chapter Master described in the Astartes Codex, Meryl Astram, is leading the more than 1200 men of the First Legion, kneeling on one knee before Nuseria on the land outside the Great Stone Fortress.

The sound of the Black Lion's banishment echoed throughout the galaxy. To the loyal Dark Angels in the Reversed World, this was nothing short of heavenly music, and it also signaled the Dark Angels' return to the Empire and their shift from defense to offense.

The crimson angels, armed with weapons, stood guard. Even though everyone had received messages from their superiors, they still didn't quite trust the black-armored warriors before them.

After all, they had already encountered the fallen angels of the 1st Legion before. The only difference between the so-called loyalist dark angels in front of them and those fallen angels was that their black armor did not carry those chaotic symbols.

But these warriors had no intention of attacking. They not only removed all their weapons, but also their power packs, relying solely on their physical bodies to carry the heavy equipment.

Even the fearless mechs were awakened at this moment, and the great warriors who had been severely wounded and buried in coffins also removed the weapons from their arms and waited for the appearance of the Legion Master.

After making their intentions clear, the dark angels fell silent.

They waited and waited, and finally, their wait was over.

Mist began to rise and settle over the boulder.

The mist seemed to originate from a dense forest, and when the veteran dark angel saw it, even its terrifying steel body began to tremble slightly.

A kind of green vegetation began to grow as if defying the laws of physics. Upon seeing this, the Crimson Angels instinctively released the safety on their weapons. But at that moment, Primarch Anglona's voice appeared on the communication channel.

"Put down your weapons."

All the fleets present, all the crimson angels, and all the dark angels looked in one direction.

Two figures emerged from the mist. Because they were meeting the Dark Angels, Anglona lagged behind Lancelot. As the mist dissipated with the wind, Lancelot's reborn form appeared before all the Dark Angels. He drew the Undying Lake Light sword, stood with it, and declared his existence with a resounding roar!

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