Head to Terra, head to humanity’s homeworld, Earth, to meet the Emperor!
This was the most important link in Lancelot’s plan.
The Emperor’s Original Blood, fundamentally speaking, still had to be managed by the old man yellow-skinned himself.
The main reason this blood was so important was that it was connected to the Emperor; the Emperor was the source of the blood’s power.
Although in Lancelot’s own vision, this thing was best used to pull the Thirteenth, Roboute Guilliman, out of his coffin and get him back to work, if the Emperor saw further and had another use for this tube of blood, he would surely make the most rational judgment.
The only thing to worry about was that this fellow—the Emperor—was inhuman and might try to trick Lancelot into doing manual labor for him, refusing to let him wake up Guilliman and instead making him work himself to the bone!
Even though Lancelot had a cheat code, his abilities in various aspects obviously couldn’t compare to those of the Thirteenth, the Primarch who was best at administration!
As long as Guilliman launched an offensive, the Imperium could turn the tide!
At that time, with a Primarch’s endorsement, those lunatics from the Dark Angels wouldn’t come bothering him, a Fallen!
Thus, he might even be able to find a Garden World to peacefully enjoy his transmigrator life of roaming the cosmos.
He could even strike a deal with the Imperium, infinitely supplying basic Astartes equipment—that bunch of people from the Martian Adeptus Mechanicus might even enshrine him!
Yes, it’s decided.
Even if that guy on the throne wants to use this tube of blood for something else, I won’t agree!
Anyway, that guy is currently sitting on the Golden Toilet.
Thinking from a purely rational perspective, submitting to my idea would yield the maximum benefit for him, or rather, for humanity!
Fantasizing about the future in this way, Lancelot looked at Lamenters Chapter Master Malakim before him, his gaze turning passionate.
Upon hearing his previous words, the other party had shuddered all over!
Subsequently, Malakim’s expression became incredibly serious, and he patted his chest to guarantee: “No problem at all!
Elder Lancelot, I will go arrange for the Astropaths on the flagship to do their utmost to help you contact the Dark Angels!
With the return of an elder like you, the brothers of the First Legion will inevitably be overjoyed beyond measure!” “?” Lancelot’s originally relaxed sword-holding posture stiffened slightly.
Contact the Dark Angels?!
Are you saying a Fallen should entrust the Lamenters, a successor Chapter of the Blood Angels, to contact the Dark Angels, saying he wants to go to Terra to meet the Emperor and fulfill a promise?
If this matter really spread out, that bunch of Dark Angel lunatics—who would declare Exterminatus and use lance batteries to glass the ground at the drop of a hat—would absolutely silence the Lamenters Chapter!
“Wait!
Chapter Master Malakim!
My return is a secret that cannot be declared to the outside world, not even to the Dark Angels!” Lancelot hurriedly spoke, but this single sentence abruptly made Chapter Master Malakim frown, and the surge of hot blood he had been feeling instantly cooled down.
“Elder, what does this mean?
If you wish to meet the Emperor, naturally the most secure way is to return to the First Legion, and have the Chapter Master of the First Legion’s founding Chapter contact Terra.” “Perhaps you have been lost in the Warp for too long and have not yet understood the operating mechanisms of the Imperium today?” Malakim patiently explained: “Currently, although the Lamenters Chapter is a successor Chapter of the Blood Angels, we do not have the qualifications to directly lead our ships to Terra.
You are also aware of the rebellion back then; ever since that event, wishing to travel to Terra requires permission from the Adeptus Ministorum, the Inquisition, and the High Lords.” “And if you wish to meet the Emperor himself, you also need permission from the Adeptus Custodes.
But if you truly made a pact with the Emperor ten thousand years ago!
And can reverse humanity’s current predicament!
Then I believe the Emperor will certainly summon you!” Malakim spoke sincerely, but was met with a rather long silence from Lancelot.
Tsk.
Almost forgot that in the 40K era, ordinary Chapters cannot casually travel to Terra…
I clearly remember that the followers of Khorne had already brought their blasphemous rituals to Terra through various means, replicating the Battle of Terra right when Guilliman returned.
I didn’t expect that it would be so difficult for Space Marines to take a trip to Terra.
But actually, I only need him to help contact the Adeptus Custodes.
But how should I explain it?
As Lancelot pondered, in Malakim’s eyes, this silence represented unspeakable difficulties.
Within this silence, the rationality Malakim had originally lost—slightly disturbed by the supplies before his eyes and Lancelot’s words—began to return.
He began to re-examine the “elder” before him.
It wasn’t that he distrusted this elder, but there were simply far too many suspicious points.
As a Chapter Master, he had to possess higher vigilance.
After a long time, Malakim was met with a sigh from Lancelot.
Subsequently, he saw Lancelot raise his hand, and space seemed to ripple outward with fluctuations…
but the impression it gave was like a drawing inward.
“Then let me explain the situation.” Lancelot sighed.
At that moment, the armory seemed to form an independent space from the outside world.
Even Malakim could feel that indescribable sense of inviolability.
Lancelot marshaled his spirit, using compression to enhance the capability of the Inviolable Domain and increase the security level.
Malakim looked at Lancelot before him and almost instinctively puffed out his chest, stood straight, and even held his breath, his hearts contracting to the extreme.
Instinct told him that the elder before him was about to tell him some secrets sufficient to shake the galaxy.
And then…
he saw a white light bloom in Lancelot’s hand.
Accompanying the white light in Lancelot’s hand was a quartz tube wrapped in bandages with special runes.
The quartz as a whole seemed like a completely natural creation, and wrapped within it was a liquid resembling liquid ruby.
For some unknown reason, just by flowing within the quartz tube, it made the genes deep within Malakim’s body tremble.
“What…
is this…” “Has your body not yet told you what it is?” Lancelot glanced at Chapter Master Malakim before him and then gently shook the quartz tube in his hand.
When Chapter Master Malakim saw this, he only felt that what Lancelot was shaking in his hand was not that quartz tube, but his own heart!
Even with the composure of a Chapter Master, he couldn’t help but reach out and take a step forward at that moment: “Wait!
Please wait a moment!” Malakim did not know what the basis for his words was, but he still spoke them.
Looking at the Chapter Master’s loss of composure before him, Lancelot was also secretly commenting inwardly: the original blood of the Emperor is truly extraordinary.
After all…
an Astartes’ genes are actually a degraded version of a Primarch’s, and a Primarch’s genes are something created by combining the Emperor’s blood with some ruthless Warp tricks.
From a certain relationship perspective, is the Emperor the grandfather of the Astartes?
Is that why there is this bloodline-like suppression?
Lancelot thought to himself.
The quartz tube in his hand only appeared for an instant, but after it disappeared, Chapter Master Malakim’s gaze remained focused on Lancelot’s hand.
With the disappearance of the quartz tube, Malakim’s gaze even frantically searched the surroundings for a moment before his rationality returned, and he subsequently realized his loss of composure just now.
“Elder!
May I ask what that was?!” “Then I will speak in a bit more detail,” Lancelot spoke, interrupting his words.
He gently closed his eyes and then said: “The Emperor and I met in a society where rationality had not yet dissipated.
Perhaps the foreshadowing was laid down at that time; discussing these old matters is already of absolutely no consequence.” “You only need to know one thing, and that is, through this item, a son of the God-Emperor will once again walk the mortal realm.” Lancelot opened his mouth and said this: “With it, the Primarch of the XIII Legion, the Lord of Ultramar, the Master of the 500 Worlds, the Father of the Ultramarines, the Avenging Son, Roboute Guilliman, will return like lightning!” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Thaniel_a_goodch Please remember to vote!
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