Even a Primarch would absolutely never imagine that a power capable of shielding against the Warp existed in the galaxy, allowing someone to silently breach all defenses and arrive at this place!
Thinking like this, Lancelot cleared his mind of all concerns!
He swiftly stepped forward without hesitation and entered the room.
Upon entering the room and scanning his surroundings, he realized that rather than a resting bedroom, the place looked more like a showroom.
Lancelot’s inner astonishment grew even stronger as a result.
Every single item inside was actually a creation crafted personally by a Primarch.
A statue of the Emperor with “Rogal Dorn” written on the base, a city planning blueprint by Perturabo hanging on the wall, a Book of the Word radiating a faint golden light—Lancelot clearly saw the word “Lorgar” written on it!
Besides these, there were also exquisite weapons gleaming with cold sharpness, looking like treasures at a glance.
But Lancelot didn’t dare to act rashly, trying his best to suppress his sticky-fingered thoughts.
He cautiously scanned the entire room, and suddenly, in a corner, he discovered a laurel wreath made primarily of white feathers and gold.
The pure white feathers had not crudely hardened, remaining light and soft.
Under the sunlight, they shimmered with a golden light, akin to a pair of wings protecting the soul wrapped around the golden laurels.
It would never wither, nor gather dust, and would flow with a faint golden radiance even in the dark.
It was embedded with special gemstones from the planet Baal, dazzlingly bright, making one feel indescribably at ease.
Could this be something Sanguinius had created using his own feathers?
If the people of the Blood Angels saw a treasure of this level, wouldn’t they all howl with excitement?
After all, the Great Angel had been beaten into a pulp by Horus, who was empowered by the four Chaos Gods, during the Heresy.
A single pure feather without blood on it could be enshrined as a holy relic within the Blood Angels Legion.
Not to mention that this item was obviously something meticulously crafted by Sanguinius!
Its level of ornateness completely exceeded mortal imagination.
What Lancelot hadn’t expected was that such a thing would actually be tossed into a corner like this.
Oh right, in this reversed world, the loyalist factions had become the traitor factions.
In other words, the loyal Great Angel from the main world was actually a member of the traitor faction in this world?
But this laurel wreath was still kept in this place…
Perhaps the Great Angel of this world had some unspeakable difficulties?
Thinking this, Lancelot finally couldn’t help but reach out and pick the thing up.
I reckon this thing is just gathering dust sitting in the corner; I might as well take it.
When the time comes, I’ll give it to someone who truly cherishes it to maintain it!
Unfortunately, although his Secret Keeper system possessed an infinite storage space, he currently didn’t have the authority to store personal items inside it.
Aside from the items bestowed by the system itself, the only way to store other things in that space was to treat the items as consumable materials for producing basic equipment.
But this laurel wreath was countless times more precious than ordinary Astartes equipment.
Lancelot tucked it away close to his body, and subsequently, his mood completely relaxed!
It seemed there really weren’t any traps in this place!
Stealing a little something with sticky fingers hadn’t triggered any alarm, so taking just one glance at the Imperium’s classified intelligence should be even less dangerous, right?
With this in mind, Lancelot approached the office desk.
The items on it were very messy, with various small objects and drawings, but none of these were the main point.
Lancelot ignored them and swiftly pulled out the document with the corner showing the word “Lion”.
But as the document was pulled out…
only one simple sentence was written on the paper.
“Lion, today is the day you die.” “?!” What the fuck?!
Lancelot couldn’t help but take a step back.
The next moment, a strong white light erupted from the office desk before his eyes!
It wasn’t the power of the Warp, but the fundamental fluctuation of space itself!
When Lancelot opened his eyes again, he found himself standing right in the center of the gladiatorial arena!
And at that moment, a massive blue veil had completely enclosed the arena!
This kind of power did not belong to the Warp; it was pure technology of the material universe, a space-folding technology from the Dark Age of Technology!
It was hidden within the office desk and deployed purely using the laws of the physical world, so Lancelot’s Inviolable Domain was completely ineffective!
An indescribable surge of energy swelled at that moment, and a teleportation beacon lit up resoundingly before Lancelot.
Similarly, it was a warp jump without the slightest psychic signal—only a distortion of space.
The next moment, Astartes monks clad in crimson Terminator power armor teleported into the arena!
Their shoulder pauldrons bore the symbol of a red cross.
Every single one of them was like a walking altar, their entire bodies covered with various badges of honor and marks of loyalty!
Lancelot could feel everyone’s gazes focusing on him at that moment.
And this wasn’t all.
Lancelot saw that they all uniformly held melee weapons mounted with holy relics.
As 13 golden rays of light rose around the gladiatorial arena at that moment, an incomparably formidable power crashed down.
In an instant, a bolt of lightning directly struck the bolter in Lancelot’s hand.
Ranged attacks are forbidden in this place.
Power must be equalized in this place.
One-on-one duels are to be conducted in this place.
Several rules appearing out of thin air were poured into Lancelot’s mind, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch slightly.
Although the effect of this place seemed only to set up an arena for a dark duel, fundamentally, it was a reality distortion machine!
Even during humanity’s Dark Age of Technology, this could be considered the taboo among taboos, because the authority to distort reality itself was no different from a god’s!
And now, this thing was deployed beneath this place.
Its target naturally wasn’t the suddenly arriving Lancelot.
Looking at the Terminators standing ready before him, and combining it with the note he had seen earlier, Lancelot completely understood his predicament…
“Motherfucker…” Lancelot couldn’t help but swear in ancient Terran.
Without a doubt, this thing was a trap set up by the loyalist Lord of the Twelfth Legion in this mirror world for the daemon Primarch Lion!
The entire trap perfectly utilized the paranoia of the Dark Angels, as well as their slight obsession with secrets!
It looked extremely clumsy, but it just so happened that Dark Angels fell for exactly this!
It was just slightly unfortunate that he had stepped into this trap in place of the traitor Lion of this world, and what was truly fucked up was that he really was a fucking Dark Angel!
“Heh, can we settle this amicably?” Lancelot looked at the Crimson Angels before him and tentatively asked this question, but all he got in return was collective silence!
Those abruptly energized blades had already answered the question!
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