It’s time for a vacation.
Lancelot thought to himself.
In the outside world, the First War for Armageddon was about to break out, and the Daemon Primarch Angron was preparing to break through the veil of the Warp and descend into the material universe.
But for Lancelot, a war of that level was still a bit too far away.
Currently, his actual mission was to awaken Guilliman.
When the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.
He should properly develop himself first!
Then he could come back to save the Imperium of Man!
Lancelot thought this, his will hooking onto an anchor point that intrinsically existed within his senses—or rather, within his instincts.
That thing felt like breathing; as long as you focused your attention, you could control it.
And when Lancelot concentrated his spirit, making the sensation of that anchor point increasingly distinct, a burst of white light resoundingly bloomed before his eyes.
When the white light dispersed, Lancelot’s vision was restored.
At that moment, what reappeared in his sight was a scene of tranquility.
A blazing sun, blue sky, white clouds, grassy plains, and a river.
“Phew…” He couldn’t help but exhale a breath of stale air.
Actually, in that Warhammer world, Lancelot had only stayed for about a day’s time, but those 24 hours could absolutely be considered something Lancelot did not want to recall.
Everywhere was a cold, metallic tone.
Blinking red warning lights, incandescent lamps, Greenskin Ork blood, Genestealers, the deformed bodies of mutants, and hair-raising skulls and Cherubs.
The moment he thought of those ordinary Imperial citizens suffering hardships, Lancelot felt extremely mentally oppressed, only able to constantly force himself to swing the power sword in his hand, slaughtering all enemies before him with fury.
He was like a taut string.
After arriving at the Lamenters’ warship, confirming his safety, and planning a subsequent way out, the string in Lancelot’s heart relaxed, and thus a wave of exhaustion surged into his mind.
Lancelot felt very tired and very sleepy.
Although his body was still that of an Astartes, his soul had once only been a mortal.
Experiencing just one war had made him like this.
It was hard to imagine just how despairing an idealist would be facing endless wars in the cesspit universe of Warhammer.
So, brother Thirteenth, Old Thirteenth, Roboute, oh Roboute…
you absolutely must stand firm!
Abaddon, as someone of your grandson’s generation, wins every battle in his Black Crusades.
If I wake you up early, your subsequent Indomitus Crusade absolutely must be like this too!
Whether this bro can develop safely in the rear depends purely on your hard work!
You hold the line first, wait for this bro to develop to a single-universe level in the multiverse, and then I’ll take you to string up the four peddlers of the Warp and beat them!
Thinking like this, Lancelot’s mood became slightly more cheerful.
He took off his helmet, hung it at his waist, and lay directly on the grass.
A melodious breeze quietly blew past, and Lancelot exhaled a breath of turbid air.
“Phew…” This was what human life should be.
Lancelot closed his eyes, thinking about nothing, and rested for a while.
It wasn’t until the sun leisurely climbed to noon that Lancelot opened his eyes.
The traits of an Astartes activated at that moment.
Lancelot had only rested for a short while, yet he already felt full of energy.
Sitting up, Lancelot was still curious.
What kind of world had he descended into this time?
According to the description of the Cosmic Anchor, he could only stay in this world for seven days, akin to a tourist.
Since traversing the multiverse was randomly conducted based on his cognition, there was a high probability it would be a universe he was familiar with.
If that was the case…
it would be best if it were the world derived from the movie “The Avengers”!
After all, if that were the case, his room for maneuvering would be much larger.
Traversing to the Marvel universe made obtaining extraordinary power very simple!
You only need to obtain an item, and in the Marvel world, the most representative of extraordinary divine items are the Infinity Stones, which symbolize the fundamental principles of the universe!
If the Emperor saw the Space Stone among them, he would probably be reduced to tears of envy!
After all, the greatest ailment of the Imperium of Man today is the inability to achieve faster-than-light travel and communication without relying on the Warp.
To maintain the current scale of the Imperium of Man, with countless planets separated by incalculable astronomical units, whether for reinforcement or trade, the Imperium can currently only rely on Geller fields to travel via ships through the cesspool that is the Warp.
It’s not that the Emperor hadn’t thought of ways to solve this.
It could be said that the reason the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne today is because he researched the Webway faster-than-light technology left behind by the Old Ones.
That thing is equivalent to a cosmic highway, carving out a pathway completely unaffected by the Warp from within it.
As long as it succeeds, humanity could break free from the shackles of the Warp, and truly march toward the Golden Age once more.
It was just a pity that the four Evil Gods of the Warp, who originally looked down on each other, still held their noses and chose to unite in the face of this situation.
Especially Tzeentch.
Originally, as a pure Evil God within the Warp, he could not directly interfere with the material universe.
But by deceiving Magnus, he made him make a psychic phone call…
The Gods of the Warp used this power, amplifying it countless times, and thus tore a massive rift in the pristine Webway.
From then on, the Emperor’s dream of reviving humanity was shattered, and countless daemons flooded into the Webway.
The War within the Webway, hidden behind history, erupted just like that.
This was the campaign that truly shattered the Imperium.
The Horus Heresy on the surface was never the problem, but the War within the Webway was what crushed the Emperor’s dream.
And if Lancelot could obtain the Space Stone from the Avengers world…
even if in a different universe the Space Stone might not have the same effect as it did in its main world, it should still be able to create a sliver of hope for the Imperium of Man.
With this in mind, Lancelot stood up, preparing to explore this world.
In the Warhammer universe, he was merely an Astartes treated as a consumable.
But compared to ordinary people, he was a superman who had undergone 19 surgical modifications.
In ordinary human society, he had absolute, overwhelming power; S.H.I.E.L.D.’s most heavily guarded underground bunkers would be rendered as good as useless before him.
Reaching out a hand, a Bullock-pattern jetbike appeared beside Lancelot.
Although the Secret Keeper space could not actively store items, it could temporarily hold the things forged inside, preventing him from taking them out until he needed them, allowing him to take them out as he used them.
And the Bullock-pattern jetbike, as a vehicle for Astartes units during the Great Crusade era, was deeply loved by the White Scars.
The reason was naturally due to its formidable performance, capable of ignoring terrain and launching swift and fierce sudden assaults.
Lancelot got on the bike, following the river to search for traces of civilization.
As he drove, he saw a massive, empty building resembling an ancient Roman-style Colosseum abruptly standing in the center of the prairie.
What is this place?
Out of curiosity, Lancelot drove the Bullock-pattern jetbike closer.
There were no man-made objects within a ten-kilometer radius.
It was completely a heavenly scene, with only Lancelot existing within it.
There were no prying eyes, nor any dangerous creatures.
Everything was so peaceful.
The grass was so flat, walking in such a place was a joy in itself.
Lancelot looked at the green grass dancing in the wind in the distance, his internal surprise beyond words.
Why would a Colosseum appear in a plain with such beautiful scenery?
Lancelot carried this doubt as he arrived at this ancient Roman-style Colosseum.
Getting off the motorcycle, Lancelot vaulted into the Colosseum.
And the moment he saw the scene inside, a hair-raising aura of fierce malice rushed towards Lancelot’s face!
His pupils contracted.
The source of this fierce malice appeared before Lancelot; it was an expanse of exposed red sand!
Moreover, this expanse of red sand felt just like a wound upon the world!
Even though the outside world was such a beautiful prairie with flowing water, inside the Colosseum on this prairie, it was an arena of red sand that could almost be called a scar.
There was not a single spectator, nor the slightest trace of movement.
Lancelot only saw a stone stele standing in the center of the Colosseum, with some small words seemingly carved upon it.
Lancelot hid his motorcycle, jumped into the Colosseum, crouched down, and grabbed a handful of red sand.
As the sand slipped through his fingertips, Lancelot could clearly see that what made up this red sand was not just sand, but also blood-soaked human tooth fragments and bone fragments.
What exactly happened here?
What exactly is this place?
Why does such a peculiar place exist?
Carrying these emotions, Lancelot approached that stone stele.
Upon getting closer, Lancelot saw something that made his breathing instantly stop…
First…
Lancelot saw a section of ornate High Gothic…
Language is the foundation of a civilization.
If he had only seen English, Lancelot wouldn’t have had too much of a reaction…
but the appearance of High Gothic only caused the corners of Lancelot’s mouth to twitch!
Because this was the fucking official language of the Warhammer Imperium of Man!
Was this universe he had transmigrated to actually fucking Warhammer 40k as well?!
In other words, had he jumped from one cesspit into another cesspit?
Is this even possible?
No, no, no, don’t scare me!
Could all this be a conspiracy by that blue bird Tzeentch?
The Secret Keeper system too, and the Emperor’s blood from before too!
Could this all be some ghost story cooked up by that cunning god for him?!
Lancelot felt the muscles all over his body stiffen; his gaze could only stare blankly at the stone stele before him.
The moment he scanned the first line of text, the bewilderment in his heart grew even stronger.
…
“I miss the time spent fighting alongside my brothers and sisters.
I want to invite them to Nuceria, to see my ideal.” …
Looking at the text before him, Lancelot felt the sense of absurdity in his heart continuously rising.
Where did you say this is?
Nuceria?
Isn’t this the homeworld of Angron, the host of the Butcher’s Nails and the Primarch of the World Eaters Legion?!
Isn’t that planet a barren gladiator world?
The only few good pieces of land were built into gladiatorial arenas!
How could there be such a beautiful oasis on the outside?!
What is this place exactly?!
Lancelot looked up at the sky and let out a mournful cry, just like a Grot whose toes had been stepped on!
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