[What world would you want the MC to visit?]
The Warp.
For one brief instant, the cold black sun stirred.
Inside the metal cargo hold where Lancelot stood, the vial of blood appeared in his hand, then vanished again in an instant, shoved into the panel’s storage space as if it were a burning coal.
“Hah… hah…”
After doing all that, Lancelot could not help gasping for breath.
The instant that thing had appeared, this superhuman body of his, a body that had undergone nineteen gene-modification surgeries, had nearly started trembling on instinct.
All because of one vial of blood, less than one hundred cubic centimeters in volume, sealed inside a quartz tube.
But that thing’s origin was far too terrifying.
The Emperor’s Primordial Blood.
The blood of the Emperor of Mankind, the universe’s strongest psyker and Perpetual, that golden old monster himself.
If this thing was real, then no matter how badly injured his nominal gene-father, Lion El’Jonson, was, there would no longer be any problem at all.
Because Lancelot understood all too well how powerful the Emperor was.
If one had to force a comparison: the Dark Angels were the Lion’s sons, and every drop of a primarch’s blood could be used to create an Astartes warrior.
The Lion himself, in turn, was a son created by the Emperor using his own genes and Warp technology.
Then what kind of wondrous, extraordinary power would the blood of the Emperor, the mightiest being in the Imperium of Man and the creator of the primarchs, possess?
Resurrection from death might only be a minor trick.
This thing could probably rewrite the entire balance of the universe forever.
And this was only the reward granted by a Level III: Confidential secret on the Keeper of Secrets panel?
A sense of absurdity rose in him.
If this panel had been created by that big blue bird, then even as the God of Change, there was absolutely no way Tzeentch could have gotten hold of the Emperor’s own blood.
This blood itself was an extension of the Emperor’s will.
By all logic, the moment it appeared in the material universe, it should have drawn the attention of the Four Gods in the Warp.
Yet the surrounding material world had not changed at all, and the reason was…
The Inviolable Domain.
Lancelot took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to sense what he had gained.
Ultra-level secret: Transmigrator had brought three gifts.
The third gift manifested as an anchor of the material universe.
Within a ten-meter radius around Lancelot, all influence from the Warp would be dispelled, and everything would be forcibly dragged back into material reality.
The second gift, Cognitive Exemption, meant that Warp corruption could not shake Lancelot’s mind.
These two abilities gave Lancelot absolute resistance against the Warp.
But as gifts from an Ultra-level secret, those two were actually only extras.
The truly precious one was the first gift.
Cosmic Anchor: establish coordinates in this universe.
Once every month, he could rely on the anchor to randomly travel to another world for seven days.
After learning this, Lancelot’s eyes snapped open, and joy almost overflowed uncontrollably in his heart.
The most helpless part of the cesspit universe known as Warhammer was that there was no rest.
The Imperium was always on the brink of collapse, and it always operated under the principle that if a hero was useful, they should be worked to death.
The overtime and the fighting never ended.
For a Space Marine, life was nothing more than rushing from one battlefield to the next.
A glorious death was a rare mercy and rest.
For Lancelot, being able to temporarily escape this cesspit universe for seven days every month was already the greatest buffer his mind could ask for.
And this ability… was absolutely not something that blue bird could accomplish.
“Yes, yes, yes!
That’s more like it!
No matter what, I used to be a higher-dimensional being!
If I got assigned to this cesspit universe and didn’t have some kind of cheat, how the hell would I survive?!”
Lancelot’s motivation surged, and he began studying his Keeper of Secrets System.
According to the panel’s description, as long as he silently recited a secret he knew, and the secret itself could affect the material universe, the system would determine the secret’s level based on its impact.
In that case…
“Bro, I know way too many secrets.
For example, Khorne!
The reason he sits on the Brass Throne every day is because he’s blocking the Ultramarines’ Webway.
The moment he stands up, countless Ultramarines will destroy the Warp.”
“Why did the Emperor hide his true identity before the Great Crusade?
In fact, that was a forbidden past!”
“This was handed down by my ancestors… One trip through the Warp, one whole Warp grimoire.
My ancestors were Terrans, proper Terran nobles…”
“Fun fact: the Emperor never once thought rebuilding the Imperium was fun… Pah, pah, pah!
I’m done for this time!
After usually consuming Warhammer only through memes and secondhand lore, I really can’t remember any actual secrets!”
Lancelot’s superhuman brain churned violently, but everything flashing through his mind was the god-tier usernames of his teammates.
Damn superhuman brain.
Think for me already!
“The First Legion has no secrets.
Imperium Secundus…”
Huh?!
Amid the mental storm, among that crowd of ridiculous names, one name suddenly appeared and reminded Lancelot of something.
It was as if a light bulb had suddenly lit up beside his head.
“That’s right, that’s right!
During the Horus Heresy, because Warp storms cut off information from Terra, the Ultramarines primarch Roboute Guilliman joined forces with the Lion and Sanguinius, using the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar as the core, to establish Imperium Secundus as a backup plan for the preservation of civilization!”
Lancelot rapidly recited this in his heart.
At that moment, the panel that had fallen silent finally gave another notification.
…
[Secret recorded: Imperium Secundus.]
[Secrecy Level: Level Two, Occult.]
[Description: Guilliman established this backup regime primarily with the Ultramarines, Blood Angels, and Dark Angels.
Afterward, Guilliman took the initiative to erase the records.
Later Imperial archivists largely regarded it as heresy and a conspiracy of usurpation.]
[Reward: Oath of Imperium Secundus.]
[Combat Score: +5]
[Current Combat Score: 95]
…
“It actually worked!”
Lancelot’s spirits lifted.
This matter was top secret in the Imperium’s official archives, but in player circles, it was common knowledge.
Lancelot had actually been a little worried that this secret might not meet the conditions for being recorded.
After all, back then in Ultramar, Guilliman had raised the Great Angel’s hand in front of countless witnesses and shouted his declaration.
Many people had known about it, so perhaps it might not qualify as a so-called secret.
Fortunately, he had still underestimated the Thirteenth’s ability to clean up a stain.
The matter of Imperium Secundus had still been recognized and recorded by the Keeper of Secrets System.
And it was even Level Two.
But what exactly was this newly acquired Oath of Imperium Secundus?
[Oath of Imperium Secundus: When you are present, Dark Angels fighting alongside Blood Angels or Ultramarines will coordinate with exceptional tacit understanding, surpassing other Legions.
Overall combat score +10.
You will also find it easier to gain the friendship of Ultramarines and Blood Angels.]
After reading the description, Lancelot raised his head on the spot.
Holy shit!
Emperor, believe me!
The readers are loyal to the Emperor!
Where could there possibly be disloyal subjects?
Imperium Secundus was all Guilliman’s idea!
As for the combat boost between the Dark Angels, Ultramarines, and Blood Angels, that was completely because their Legion combat styles had good synergy!
It had nothing to do with me!
But what did “easier to gain the friendship of Ultramarines and Blood Angels” mean?
Could it be that the Keeper of Secrets System also came with a hypnosis-app effect?
The moment he unleashed his kingly aura, the Ultramarines and Blood Angels would all become his little fanboys?
Lancelot was somewhat confused.
Bang!
Just as Lancelot was wondering how he would establish friendship with the Ultramarines or Blood Angels, the entire metal cargo hold he was in suddenly began shaking violently.
A continuous chain of explosions rang out in an instant.
Countless cracks burst across the metal compartment, and after the explosions, the thunder of guns and cannons rose almost without pause.
Amid the chaos, countless high-pitched monstrous roars shouting “Waaagh!” came through the cracks.
One violent tremor followed another.
In Lancelot’s senses, they took shape as three-dimensional images of attack ships ramming into the vessel for boarding actions.
This was an Ork boarding assault.
He was not on a planet right now.
He was in the vast reaches of the galaxy.
Once the warship was destroyed, even a Space Marine could not survive in space for long.
The moment he realized his current situation, a fierce sense of danger almost frantically ordered the two hearts in his chest to beat faster.
In that instant, they pumped blood through his entire body at several times the normal speed, like engines roaring to life.
And at that very moment…
In Lancelot’s cargo hold, the door that had been almost blasted apart was kicked open.
Two Ork Mekboyz, with crooked scrap-metal cans slapped over their heads and bolts and wrenches hanging from their ears like earrings, each carrying a nail gun, were preparing to thoroughly loot the cargo hold.
“I reckon there’s gotta be sum good loot in ‘ere!”
One Mekboy said with absolute confidence.
Then, as it turned around, it saw an exquisitely crafted, splendid longsword.
Its guard was a Gothic high-ridged crossguard, with miniature spread-wing Dark Angels emblems cast onto both ends.
The blade itself was a composite forging of Caliban black steel and meteoric obsidian, matte black enough to swallow even candlelight.
Only the extremely fine silver inner-ring runes carved along the edge gave off a faint, cold gleam in the darkness.
Even though it was not in the Orks’ style, the Mekboyz still knew this sword was extremely valuable.
It immediately let out an exceptionally excited “Waaagh!”
But just as it drew near, from within the shadows, a black giant wearing a beige cloak grasped the longsword in one hand.
Before it could react to what had happened, it saw its own head and the other Mekboy’s head spinning together through the air.
And in the minds of those two Mekboyz, there was only one final thought.
“I reckon dat’s a smart Ork what painted ‘imself black so no one can see ‘im nickin’ stuff!”