A meager gift?!
Even Malakim’s superhuman brain was stunned at that moment.
Leaving aside how Lancelot had single-handedly carried such a massive amount of items on his person and filled the armory with them…
could this equipment truly be considered a so-called “meager gift”?
“This…
this is far too precious!” Malakim swallowed hard.
All the equipment before his eyes was factory-new, so perfect that it could practically be enshrined in a temple by the Adeptus Mechanicus.
Moreover, there was almost no deviation; every single piece was like an exact replica!
It made him involuntarily think of a creation from the mythical age: an STC forge template!
Only that kind of thing could instantly produce such a massive amount of equipment!
Although STCs had originally been idiot-proof interstellar colonization tools during humanity’s Golden Age, time had ravaged them, and today’s Adeptus Mechanicus practically venerated STC forge templates as relics!
If one casually found an STC capable of forging weapons with greater firepower, handing it over to the Mechanicus could directly buy the ownership of an entire planet…
let alone what was currently displayed before him!
Bullock-pattern jetbikes, Mark VII Aquila power armor, bolter rounds, and medical supplies…
every single item could be considered something the Chapter urgently needed.
If all of these could be forged by a template, just how precious would that be?
These things were of vital importance to a Legion, and could even be called the very foundation of a Chapter!
But such a thing was actually in the possession of a lone Dark Angel?!
No, even an STC required deployment time and forging time.
How were these things transported here?!
The Warp?
The Chapter’s Librarius had clearly stated that the real universe around the ship was unexpectedly stable; even if one could commune with the Warp, they could not affect the real world through it.
However, if the source was a relic on Lancelot’s person…
then it would make sense.
The Dark Angels possessed a massive amount of relics from the Dark Age of Technology.
Could it be that these things were manufactured using a Dark Age relic?!
But why would a Dark Angel possessing such a relic operate alone?!
Although Lancelot possessed astonishing martial prowess, how could such vital equipment possibly be entrusted to a single person?!
“Just who exactly are you?” Chapter Master Malakim felt somewhat dizzy; the secrets carried by this Dark Angel before him were truly too unreal, completely beyond his understanding.
“Just a Dark Angel passing through.” Lancelot casually answered.
However, looking at Chapter Master Malakim’s blank expression, Lancelot felt he still needed to find a better excuse for his identity.
“Chapter Master Malakim, I’ll make a long story short.” Lancelot stood holding his sword.
After pondering for a moment, he spoke directly: “Ten thousand years ago, when I was on Terra, before the Emperor became the Emperor, I already knew of his great cause and grand vision, and I freely discussed the future of humanity with him and the people.” “Ten thousand years later, even though the Imperium of Man has decayed to this extent, my thoughts remain unchanged.” Lancelot spoke calmly, but upon hearing this, a genuine look of horror appeared on Chapter Master Malakim’s face!
Ten thousand years ago?!
Still on Terra?!
Before the Emperor even became the Emperor, this person before him was already discussing the future of humanity shoulder-to-shoulder with the God-Emperor?!
He stared in disbelief at Lancelot, his pupils trembling!
His mind was fully tensed at that moment, just to maintain his composure and not make a fool of himself!
What did this mean?!
It meant this elder before him actually had an extraordinary relationship with the Emperor—with the God-Emperor of Mankind!
It was truly…
unbelievable!
But looking at the other party’s calm face, even with a Space Marine’s superhuman senses, Malakim could not detect a single trace of deceit!
Because everything Lancelot said was the truth!
It was just that “ten thousand years ago” for Lancelot actually meant over thirty thousand years ago!
He had known of the Emperor’s existence back in the second millennium—that is, the 2K era!
And “freely discussing the future of humanity with everyone” naturally meant bullshitting with netizens on the internet!
But according to the lore of the Warhammer universe, during the 2K era, the Emperor, as a Perpetual, had existed in this world since the dawn of humanity.
And the Emperor of the 2K era obviously surfed the internet as a netizen, so saying Lancelot freely discussed the future of humanity with him and the people had absolutely no flaws!
The only issue was that the gap between 2K and 40K was too vast—so vast that the people of 40K probably considered the people of the 2K era to be ancient apes.
Otherwise, directly telling this guy in front of him that he was actually an old-timer from the year 2000 might have been even more shocking!
This thought flashed through Lancelot’s mind.
Looking at the Lamenters Chapter Master, whose face was shocked and whose breathing had essentially stopped, Lancelot understood that his desired effect had been more than achieved.
“You…
you are actually an elder from the Great Crusade era?!” After a long time, Malakim finally accepted this incomparably shocking information.
He looked at Lancelot before him, his mind racing, but he could only squeeze out this one sentence.
“That’s right.” Lancelot nodded readily.
Since he had the Ten-Thousand-Year Veteran talent, and he had indeed casually consumed lore about the Great Crusade, the following words just flowed right out: “I have also witnessed the deeds of your gene-sire, the great Sanguinius!
I witnessed his heroic figure banishing the daemon Angron.
Therefore, there is no need to be timid before anyone.
I can affirm that the Lamenters, bearing the blood of Sanguinius, are absolutely worthy of any form of reward and glory!” As Lancelot spoke, Malakim felt the two hearts in his chest beating furiously.
He had perhaps guessed that this Dark Angel…
definitely held an extremely high status, but he never expected that an elder from ten thousand years ago would actually appear before his eyes.
Before the Emperor even became the Emperor, Lancelot already knew of his great cause…
he had practically witnessed the entire process of the God-Emperor raising an army step-by-step from Terra and launching a crusade across the galaxy.
In that era of the Great Crusade, where the Emperor continuously reclaimed the galaxy and retrieved his sons…
had he even experienced the Horus Heresy, and seen with his own eyes Sanguinius banishing Angron?!
An elder of this level…
was practically unheard of in Malakim’s understanding.
Today, the oldest Dreadnought of the Blood Angels was only about 8,000 years old.
He had only heard that among the Space Wolves, there was still a living ten-thousand-year-old Dreadnought.
Elders of this kind spent most of their time in slumber.
But now, this elder of the Dark Angels before his eyes still walked the world?!
“There is no need for such surprise.
The Warp has no concept of time; a Warp storm brought me to this era.
But there is one thing that will never change, and that is my pact with the Emperor!” Lancelot, holding his sword, looked at Chapter Master Malakim—whose mouth was open wide enough to fit a goose egg—and his gaze and expression turned solemn: “But that year, I watched the Emperor slump onto the Golden Throne.
I will never forget that scene for as long as I live.
At that time, I thought: if I ever have the chance to fight for humanity, I must win it all!” “Now the opportunity is right before my eyes, and I must consider if this is the only chance of my lifetime!
I believe that for humanity to survive to this day, the Emperor’s contributions are indispensable.
But to reforge the glory of humanity, it is our inescapable duty!” Lancelot said resolutely and decisively.
To make this cesspit world slightly better, it was indeed his inescapable duty, but as for the specific implementation of this method…
it was better left to the Primarch to handle!
Therefore: “For this, I would like to ask the Lamenters to assist me in making an urgent journey to Terra.
I need to meet the Emperor immediately.
Then, I shall fulfill my pact and bring hope to humanity and the Imperium—hope enough to reverse our decline!” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Thaniel_a_goodch Please remember to vote!
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