[Secret Recorded: Secret Keeper.] [Secret Level: Level 5: Ultra.] [Description: You come from a higher “?” dimension, free to traverse all realms.] [Reward: Cosmic Anchor, Cognitive Immunity, Inviolable Domain] [Combat Score: +30] [Current Combat Score: 60] …
Before he could clearly hear the voice in his mind, Lancelot jolted awake, taking in his surroundings.
In the dim, narrow metal cargo hold, gazing at the golden double-headed eagle on the steel wall, then at the bolter in the distance and the power sword by his hand, Lancelot’s heart sank.
One second ago, he was still writing smut literature about the Emperor’s groin in Space Marine 2, and the next second, he had transmigrated to this place.
“Am I dreaming?” Lancelot couldn’t help but clutch his head, only for the incomparably burly figure in the mirror before him to make the exact same movement.
Thus…
he could no longer deceive himself.
The corners of his mouth twitching slightly, Lancelot stood up with difficulty, scrutinizing the black armor concealed beneath a beige robe in the mirror.
Shrouded by the robe, the impression he gave was not of a steel giant constructed from ceramite, but rather a hermit.
Yet, on the armor surface faintly exposed through the gaps, one could see that the original legion insignia had been worn away, leaving only pitch-black darkness.
Although his modified lungs had expanded to their limit during this process, causing his two monstrous hearts to pound and sending surging heat throughout his body, Lancelot still felt a chill run down his spine.
Damn it.
I’m doomed.
I almost forgot.
My in-game paint scheme is actually that of the Fallen!
To think that when crossing over, he had actually brought his in-game paint scheme along!
Just this realization alone made Lancelot feel completely numb.
Transmigration was originally a scenario that only existed in dreams.
Some people could transmigrate to Azur Lane to live a shameless Commander’s life, and others could transmigrate to ancient times, relying on modern wisdom to climb the tech tree and achieve great things.
But transmigrating to Warhammer 40K…
Was no different from transmigrating onto a small boat sailing in a cesspit!
This space opera IP created by GW was a super cesspit jointly built by various races with war as the main theme, where all sorts of demons and monsters took turns appearing.
The only eternal truth in the galaxy was war!
The churning entities within the Warp ceaselessly tempted beings in the material universe to fall to Chaos.
They were the Evil Gods gestated in this cesspit, using every means possible to drag the people on those small boats down into the muck!
And now, Lancelot only felt that his situation was teetering on the brink of collapse.
“Ughhhhhh!
Why did I have to be so trigger-happy back then and think the Fallen’s paint scheme was cool!
If I had chosen the Ultramarines, none of this would have happened!” Lancelot wailed.
Even as a casual Warhammer fan who only played the games and watched videos, he understood that his current identity had truly dug a massive pit for him!
Because he was a Fallen!
Originally belonging to the Imperium of Man’s strongest First Legion—the first Astartes legion created by the Emperor—they were the embodiment of loyalty.
But even the most perfect existence would have flaws.
During the Horus Heresy, due to the corruption of Chaos, a rebellion had emerged within the First Legion.
Under the temptation of the traitor Luther, half of the Dark Angels began to believe that the Emperor intended to destroy Caliban.
Ultimately, when the Lion arrived at Caliban, this faction of Dark Angels launched an attack against him.
As the furious Lion stepped onto his homeworld to slay his betraying sons, a sudden Warp storm eventually caused the Dark Angels’ homeworld of Caliban to be destroyed.
Subsequently, to cover up the betrayal, the Dark Angels Chapter chose to refer to all the Dark Angels who disappeared in this storm as the Fallen.
From then on, the Dark Angels swore an internal oath: as long as a single Fallen Angel remained alive and unrepentant, the Dark Angels were unforgiven.
If you told them their homeworld was destroyed, they might be unmoved.
But if you told them a Fallen was hiding deep within a star, they would extinguish that star using the most ruthless methods just to drag that Fallen out!
Then, once the Fallen fell into their hands, these lunatics would use any cruel method imaginable.
Death would be a mercy.
Most of the Fallen would be locked in sunless cells deep within the Blackstone Fortress, to repent in torment for the rest of their lives!
“No way!” Lancelot’s face was filled with despair; even if he wanted to retire, there was no way!
His current three-meter-tall body was no longer mortal.
Even disguising himself as a heavy laborer wouldn’t be easy with the agile movements of a Dark Angel!
As an Astartes—a super soldier who had undergone nineteen surgical modifications—he possessed considerable combat power.
But in his current situation, if he dared to display even a fraction of his Astartes strength and the Dark Angels found out, they would absolutely drop whatever they were doing to encircle and annihilate him, a Fallen who knew their secret!
The worst part was that as a transmigrator, he actually knew all the damn things these Dark Angels had done!
At this thought, Lancelot’s mind suddenly raced, but at that very moment, a cold mechanical voice rang out in his head.
…
[Secret Recorded: Fallen Angel.] [Secret Level: Level 2: Occult.] [Description: The loyal First Legion actually once experienced internal rebellion.
As a Dark Angel, you witnessed the destruction of your homeworld.] [Reward: Posture of a Ten-Thousand-Battle Veteran] [Combat Score: +20] [Current Combat Score: 80] …
“Holy shit?!
Little Blue Bird, don’t be like this, I’m scared!
Emperor, save me!” Hearing the voice that suddenly surged into his mind, Lancelot’s face immediately turned pale.
If one had to vote for the most despair-inducing Evil God in the Warhammer universe, it would undoubtedly be the “Little Blue Bird” Lancelot spoke of, the infamous God of Change.
Whether it was the bloodthirsty God of Blood, the hedonistic God of Excess, or the decaying, immortal God of Plague, their essence had caused far less damage to the Imperium of Man than that of the God of Change.
He was the Evil God of Knowledge, and his existence had completely sealed off the advancement of human technology.
At the same time, he was also the Evil God of Deceit, practically single-handedly orchestrating the disorder and chaos of the entire universe.
Under his trickery, the Primarch Magnus had become the butcher’s knife that killed humanity’s future.
It could be said that any so-called gift could be the handiwork of the God of Change.
After all, to win Magnus’s trust back then, Tzeentch had amazingly managed to find a kind-hearted warp sprite for humanity out of that maliciously churning Warp—which was simply a monstrous sea of filth!
With this precedent, Lancelot was extremely vigilant about the voice that suddenly appeared in his head.
However, as an ordinary person, there was nothing he could do about being targeted by this Evil God, and he could only place his hopes on the Emperor’s power.
Yet after shouting like this, nothing happened.
While Lancelot was pondering what exactly that voice just now was, a holographic panel popped up in front of his eyes.
With the panel’s appearance, a wealth of information flooded his mind.
His initial fear and confusion gradually subsided, and he regained his composure.
The panel was actually very simple, displaying only five levels: Level 1: Silent.
Level 2: Occult.
Level 3: Confidential.
Level 4: Top Secret.
Level 5: Ultra.
These levels recorded the secrets Lancelot knew, arranged according to their potential impact.
Once a secret was recorded, it provided him with a reward.
However, if a secret leaked from his mouth, his Combat Score would be deducted.
So, to some extent, he also had to keep secrets, just like the Dark Angels?
But in his situation, it only counted as a leak if he spoke it himself.
Even if others guessed it, as long as he stubbornly denied it, no Combat Score would be deducted!
Lancelot’s superhuman brain spun rapidly, but he was still extremely uneasy because of his identity as a Fallen.
No, I need to stay calm!
The issue of the Fallen’s identity could be divided into two periods: before the Lion’s return and after.
After the Lion’s return, he had issued the Edict of the Risen.
All Fallen who had not truly fallen, who had not turned to Chaos, and who had remained loyal to the Emperor and Caliban were pardoned and allowed to return to the Chapter.
And on his current paint scheme, although there were no Imperial markings, at least there were no Chaos symbols either.
If he was caught, could he tell those sons of the Lion that the Lion was actually sleeping deep within the Rock?
This might even allow him to atone for his crimes!
Moreover, an early return of the Lion would be of great benefit to the Imperium of Man!
This thought flashed through Lancelot’s mind, but he didn’t expect it to also trigger the Secret Keeper System.
…
[Secret Recorded: The Lion’s Slumbering Ground.] [Secret Level: Level 3: Confidential.] [Description: As a Fallen Angel, you know the resting place of the Lion.
As a son of the Lion, you have an obligation to awaken the comatose Lion protected by the Watchers in the Dark.] [Reward: Emperor’s Original Blood] [Combat Score: +10] [Current Combat Score: 90] …
When this information was completely absorbed by his superhuman brain, Lancelot couldn’t help but gently reach his hand forward.
With a thought, a quartz tube wrapped in golden inscriptions appeared in his palm.
The bright red blood inside almost seemed to emit flecks of golden light, looking just like the Philosopher’s Stone from ancient legends that could turn stone into gold.
Even though Lancelot’s modified hands would almost never tremble, when this tube of blood appeared in his grasp, he could feel his very genes trembling for it.
A thought flashed through Lancelot’s mind like lightning.
“If this is real…
then even if it’s a conspiracy by that Big Blue Bird, I’ll accept it.” Because what exactly was it that had appeared in his hands?
It was a completely extraordinary existence!
The blood of the Emperor himself!
The blood of the God-Emperor of Mankind!