Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 98 Domain Expansion (1/5)

The beastmen also caught Lancelot's scent and turned to look.

Lancelot had cleared his mind of distractions and took a small step forward.

And it was in that very instant.

An endless fog spread from beneath Lancelot's feet, enveloping the entire hall and reducing visibility to less than a meter. The green-skinned orcs had never seen anything like it before. But for the warlike green-skinned orcs, what did it matter? They could find out what was going on after firing a couple of shots!

"Hey guys, open fire!"

The green-skinned leader gave the order, and the boys with their rifles started aiming at Lancelot's previous spot, trying to pull the trigger. But in that instant, all the guns that were about to be fired suddenly went silent! Some even exploded!

Some of the green-skinned kids carrying various dangerous explosives even found that the explosives detonated prematurely before they even lit the fuse!

In an instant, the entire field of green-skinned people was engulfed by the sudden chaos.

And at that very moment, they heard the lion's roar.

Suddenly, a black lion burst out of the mist and bit off the head of the green-skinned gang leader! The next moment, a sharp sword light of fire cut all the green-skinned lads within 10 meters into pieces!

The fog seemed to dissipate considerably at this moment, and the green-skinned orcs, who had been full of confidence just moments before, could now see the situation clearly.

A killing tunnel pierced through the War Gang, and a burly man in black armor charged straight at the orc leader, instantly decapitating him.

The leader died instantly, and the orc boys' attack paused for a moment.

After all, orcs are such a race. The strongest and most powerful individuals will gradually unify the orc tribe through their struggles with each other. Once unified, all the power of the orcs will be focused on the leader, making him even stronger, thus benefiting the entire orcish group.

However, this model has a drawback: once the leader is beheaded, the orcs themselves will start a new round of civil war over who should be the leader.

Generally speaking, whoever kills the leader becomes the new leader, and what's most amazing is that the choice of this leader doesn't even have to be limited to the Greenskins.

Orc boys will follow the most cruel, cunning, and waaagh beings. In the long history of the Empire, there have even been instances of humans becoming a group of greenskin leaders.

"waaagh!"

Although he didn't know the orc language, Lancelot knew the orc war cry!

This roar terrified some of the cowardly greenskins! Some of them started to think that this big, black, muscular guy with a greatsword, shield, and a huge lion was incredibly awesome, and immediately rebelled, wanting to follow Lancelot and become his greenskin boy.

A group of greens were thinking that if they could kill this big guy, they could become the boss themselves.

But a more cunning group of greenskins are already trying to escape!

The once well-organized green-skinned war gang instantly split into three factions, one of which even rebelled!

And that's exactly what Lancelot wanted to see.

What followed was a one-sided massacre. Black Lion raised his hand and decapitated more than a dozen greenskins, while Lancelot was even faster! The scattered greenskins didn't even have time to see Lancelot's sword path before a series of heads flew off.

Everything happened within minutes.

Lancelot swept through the entire orcish warband like a whirlwind, and after everything was over, Lancelot looked out into the dense forest. Behind the black lion, a group of dark green-skinned boys emerged from the mist.

The subspace essence it had previously acquired became extremely aggressive after merging with Lancelot.

Those killed in this misty realm will be swallowed by the mist, either permanently destroyed or left in this forest to be used by Lancelot forever.

These green-skinned orcs were among those who were willing to fight for Lancelot before they died.

At that moment, Lancelot's communication system finally connected to the Weeping Ones' sound channel.

"Malakin! Malakin! Is your chapter master still alive? What happened to the Lamenters? How did you run into this large orc army?!"

Once communication was established, Lancelot's voice rang out in the command channel of the Weepers, and the Weepers' morale, which had been low due to heavy losses, erupted into deafening cheers!

"My goodness! Elder Lancelot!"

"May the Emperor protect us, may Saint Geres protect us! Elder! You've actually come!"

A call rang out in the Weeping Ones channel, and Lancelot, having fought his way through the enemy, arrived at the command center of the Weeping Ones flagship.

Along the way, they encountered some scattered orc troops, all of whom were easily cut down by Lancelot's sword. Because he was familiar with the structure of the Mother of Tears, Lancelot arrived quickly and almost single-handedly dealt with the orc boarding troops encountered on the Mother of Tears.

"Report the situation!"

Lancelot arrived at the command center, sword in hand, amidst a storm of blood and gore. He had been radiating a terrifying aura as he fought his way through the ranks, but that aura vanished instantly upon seeing the Weeping Ones.

Because Lancelot saw a group of wounded soldiers.

Almost everyone was seriously injured, which is why they were forced to take on this task at the command center.

When the group of weeping people saw Lancelot's face appear before them, in an instant, a large group of tearful cat heads appeared in front of Lancelot's eyes.

Although he didn't say anything, his eyes seemed to be saying to Lancelot, "I'm sorry, elder, we've used up all our resources again, Blade..."

Lancelot was exasperated. At that moment, the Sixth Company Commander of the Weeping Warriors, who was stationed on the flagship, immediately approached Lancelot, removed his helmet, and said excitedly, "Respected Elder Lancelot! What brings you to this place?!"

The sixth company commander was filled with excitement. Although he hadn't seen Elder Lancelot for a while, he seemed to have grown even taller. Perhaps it was because of the black armor he was wearing. In any case, the previously faint hope shone brightly at this moment.

The morale of the weeping bandits soared instantly upon the arrival of Elder Lancelot, and a vast amount of battle information was rapidly presented to him in an instant.

Faced with so much information, Lancelot's inner voice tilted back slightly.

Lancelot has some experience with killing people, but he knows absolutely nothing about tactical micromanagement!

Now he could only glance at the report to understand the current situation, and after just one glance, Lancelot felt even more helpless.

After his departure, the Lamenters received substantial support from the Mother Group and the Inquisitors, and also completed the assembly of their own warband.

This was originally a good start.

The entire battle group recovered to approximately three hundred units, acquiring three Dreadnoughts, ten Land Raiders, twelve Leman Rustanks, and one strike cruiser, the "Elegy".

Leaving aside the 10 Stormhawks, 20 Thunderhawks, and 14 Valkyries—plus the power armor Lancelot had reserved—it's fair to say that the Lamenters instantly went from being impoverished to a well-off warband, though small in number.

However, the weeping victims who received this help did not revel in such vanity after feeling grateful that fate had finally shown them mercy.

Under the leadership of Commander Malakin, the Weeping Ones immediately set off with all their resources to support the Ultramarines' expedition against the Ork.

In the Zaradon Sector, the Waaagh!, led by Skagor, the leader of the Greenskin Wars, gradually gained momentum and began to threaten the Ultramarines' homeworld, Macragge.

But in fact, the mourners arrived too early.

The Collins Expedition, initiated by the Ultramarines, actually took place in the 600th year of the 41st millennium, while it is only the 443rd year now!

Because the warp is a godforsaken place where there is no concept of time, and one might receive interstellar messages from the future, the Lamenters went to the green orcs' territory ahead of time, only to run right into the orcs' main fleet.

They plundered and occupied Boko IV, a remote mining planet of the Empire. The insect-like Mechanicus and the sector governor did the math and found that the rewards and costs of reclaiming the planet were not worthwhile. Therefore, they abandoned the planet, allowing it to become almost the orcs' stronghold.

Above that, the orcs also plundered millions of mortals to use as expendable resources for mining.

Thus, the arrival of the better-equipped Lamenters was not something to be ignored, and they directly confronted the main force of the Skargol Orcish Minor Dynasty.

Driven by a desire to save the slaves of these empires, the two sides engaged in a bloody tug-of-war on the planet's surface.

What's this? After going around in circles, we've ended up with the same fate again?

Lancelot thought this, but then he shook his head. It wasn't that they were heading towards the same fate, but rather facing the same problems. The weeping one, who cared for mortals and pitied the people of the empire, would choose to fight to the end no matter how many choices he had to make.

With that thought in mind, Lancelot drew his sword and walked outwards, leaving behind only one sentence.

"Tell the commanders still fighting on the ground that I have come and will bring victory. Tell them that the Emperor's 13th son, Robert Guilliman, has returned."

"The end of the Xenomorphs has come, and I will personally behead this Xenomorph leader!"

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