In the Warp, the cold black sun stirred for a moment.
And in the metal cargo hold where Lancelot was, this tube of blood appeared in his hand, then disappeared instantly, stored into his panel space like a hot potato.
“Huff, huff…” After doing all this, Lancelot couldn’t help but gasp for air.
The moment that thing had appeared just now, his superhuman body, which had undergone nineteen gene-seed modification surgeries, had almost instinctively begun to tremble.
The reason was merely the less than 100cc of blood sealed in the quartz tube.
But the origin of that thing was truly too terrifying.
The Emperor’s Original Blood.
The original blood of the Emperor of Mankind, the universe’s strongest psyker and Perpetual, the Yellow King.
If this thing was real, then even if his nominal gene-sire, Lion El’Jonson, was severely injured, it would no longer be a problem.
Because Lancelot deeply understood the Emperor’s power.
If one insisted on converting it: the Dark Angels are the sons of the Lion, and every drop of the Primarch’s blood can create an Astartes warrior, while the Lion is a son created by the Emperor based on His own genes and Warp technology.
Then what kind of miraculous and extraordinary abilities would the blood of the Emperor—the strongest in the Imperium of Man and the creator of the Primarchs—possess?
Bringing the dead back to life might just be a minor feat; this thing could probably permanently rewrite the landscape of a part of the universe!
And this was actually just a reward given by the Secret Keeper panel’s ‘Level 3: Confidential’?!
A sense of absurdity arose spontaneously.
If this panel was created by that big blue bird, even if the other party was the God of Change, it would be absolutely impossible to get the Emperor’s blood.
This blood itself was an extension of the Emperor’s will.
Theoretically speaking, its appearance in the material universe should have attracted the attention of the four Chaos Gods in the Warp.
The reason why the surrounding material world did not change was because of…
…an Inviolable Domain.
Lancelot took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to feel what he had gained.
Level Ultra: The transmigrator brought three gifts.
The Third Gift: Manifested specifically as an anchor to the real universe.
In a ten-meter radius around Lancelot, it would dispel all Warp influences, forcibly pulling everything back to the real universe.
The Second Gift: Cognitive Exemption.
This meant that Warp pollution could not shake Lancelot’s mind.
These two skills granted Lancelot absolute resistance to the Warp, but as an Ultra-level secret, these two were actually just add-ons.
The truly precious one was the First Gift!
Cosmic Anchor: Establishes coordinates in this universe.
Every month, one can rely on the anchor to randomly travel to other worlds for seven days!
After learning this news, Lancelot abruptly opened his eyes, almost unable to contain the joy in his heart!
The most frustrating thing about this cesspit universe of Warhammer is the inability to rest!
The Imperium is always on the verge of collapse, and it always adopts the attitude of working its heroes to death!
Combat is endless.
For Space Marines, an entire life is nothing more than rushing from one battlefield to another; an honorable death is a rare act of mercy and rest.
And for Lancelot, having seven days a month to temporarily escape from the cesspit universe was already the greatest buffer for his spirit.
Moreover…
this ability!
It was absolutely not something that big blue bird could achieve!
“Yes, yes, yes, that’s right!
After all, I used to be a higher-dimensional being!
How could I survive in this cesspool universe without some kind of cheat code?!” Lancelot got fired up and began to study his Secret Keeper System.
According to the panel’s description, as long as he silently recited a secret he knew, the secret itself could affect the material universe, and the secret’s level would be judged based on the impact.
In that case…
“This bro knows way too many secrets!
For example, Khorne!
The reason he sits on the Brass Throne every day is because he’s using his ass to block the Ultramarines’ webway; the moment he stands up, tens of thousands of Ultramarines will destroy the Warp.” “Why did the Emperor conceal his true identity before the Great Crusade?
Actually, that is a taboo past; his true identity is actually a rent boy, he sold his genitals on Terra!” “This was passed down from my ancestors…
The Emperor’s job during the Dark Age of Technology was actually selling his genitals; one go for one Warp tome.
My ancestors were Terrans, authentic Terran nobles, they got f*cked by the Emperor…” “Fun fact, the Emperor actually never felt happy about rebuilding the Imperium…
Pah, pah, pah!
I’m done for!
Usually I just scroll past Warhammer lore casually, and now my brain is full of nothing but the Emperor’s smut literature.
I really can’t remember any actual secrets!” Lancelot’s superhuman brain was churning and surging at this moment, but all that flashed through his mind were the Shitposts and god-like IDs of his teammates…
F*cking superhuman brain, give me a break!
“The jailer who wanted to lick a Sister of Battle but ended up eating Slaanesh’s chrysanthemum …”(t/n: chrysanthemum is a flower) “A smart Ogryn does not dream of a bunny girl Primarch…” “The First Legion has no secrets, Imperium Secundus…” (t/n: Lancelot is a casual fan who only interacted with the meme/shitpost side of the community, the only “secrets” he can remember are deranged, NSFW copypastas about the Emperor and other characters.
My dude is a slaanesh subject) Huh?!
In the midst of the brainstorm, among the bunch of deranged names and shitposts, one name suddenly appeared.
The reminder it brought to Lancelot was just like a lightbulb suddenly lighting up next to his head!
“That’s right!
During the Horus Heresy, because Warp storms cut off information from Terra, the Ultramarines’ Primarch Roboute Guilliman united with the Lion and Sanguinius to establish Imperium Secundus with the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar at its core, as a contingency plan for the spark of civilization!” Lancelot quickly recited this silently in his heart, and at this moment, the originally silent panel finally showed a notification again.
…
[Secret Recorded: Imperium Secundus.] [Secret Level: Level 2: Occult.] [Description: Guilliman established this backup regime mainly with the Ultramarines, Blood Angels, and Dark Angels.
Afterwards, Guilliman actively erased the records.
Later archivists mostly view it as heresy and a conspiracy to usurp power.] [Reward: Oath of Imperium Secundus.] [Combat Score: +5] [Current Combat Score: 95] …
“It actually worked!” Lancelot’s spirits lifted.
This matter was top secret in the Imperium’s official archives, but it was common knowledge in the player circle.
Lancelot was actually a bit worried that this secret might not meet the conditions to be recorded.
After all, back then in Ultramar, Guilliman had raised the Great Angel’s hand and shouted in front of countless witnesses…
Many people knew about it, so it might not constitute a so-called secret.
But fortunately, he had underestimated the Thirteenth’s ability to clean up stains.
The matter of Imperium Secundus was still recognized and recorded by the Secret Keeper System!
And it was even at Level 2!
And what exactly was this newly obtained Oath of Imperium Secundus?
[Oath of Imperium Secundus: When you are present, the Dark Angels will have ample synergy when fighting alongside the Blood Angels or Ultramarines, proving superior to other legions.
Overall Combat Score all +10, and you will more easily gain the friendship of the Ultramarines and Blood Angels.] Seeing the description, Lancelot threw his head back on the spot.
Holy shit!
Emperor, trust me!
The entire court is utterly loyal to the Emperor, where would there be disloyal subjects?!
Imperium Secundus and all that was entirely Guilliman’s idea!
As for the combat power boost between the Dark Angels, Ultramarines, and Blood Angels, it’s entirely because the combat styles between the legions are highly compatible!
It has nothing to do with me!
However, what did it mean to more easily gain the friendship of the Ultramarines and Blood Angels?
Could it be that the Secret Keeper System also came with the effects of a hypnosis APP?
(t/n: i don’t like how i caught the reference.
Maybe i’m also a slaanesh worshipper.
Pick your poison ig.) The moment he unleashed his kingly aura, the Ultramarines and Blood Angels would turn into his little fanboys?
Lancelot was somewhat doubtful.
Boom!
Just as Lancelot was pondering how he would establish friendship with the Ultramarines or Blood Angels, the entire metal cargo hold suddenly trembled violently, and a series of explosions rang out in an instant!
The metal cabin cracked open with countless fissures, and after the explosion, the sky-piercing roar of guns and cannons came almost without pause.
In the chaos, countless high-pitched monster roars shouting “WAAAGH!” came through the gaps.
One intense shudder after another…
materialized in Lancelot’s senses into a three-dimensional image of attack ships boarding and crashing into the vessel.
This was a boarding action from the Orks.
He was currently not on a planet, but in the vast galaxy.
Once the warship was destroyed, even Space Marines couldn’t survive in space for long.
After realizing his current situation, an intense sense of crisis frantically commanded the two hearts in his chest to beat faster, and at this moment, they acted like engines, pumping blood throughout his body at several times the normal speed.
And at this very moment.
The almost completely blown-out door of Lancelot’s cargo hold was kicked open.
Two Mekboyz, with crooked broken tin cans buckled on their heads, bolts and wrenches hanging on their ears as earrings, and each holding a nail gun, were preparing to ransack this cargo hold!
“Oi finks dere’s definitely sum shiny loot in ‘ere!” The Mekboy said confidently, and in the time it took to turn around, he saw a gorgeously crafted, exquisitely made longsword.
The crossguard was a Gothic high-ridged cross, with miniature, winged Dark Angels insignias cast on both ends.
The blade was a composite forging of Caliban black steel and meteoric obsidian, so matte black that it even absorbed candlelight.
Only the exceedingly fine silver Inner Circle runes fully engraved along the edge-line gave off an extremely faint, cold light in the dark.
Even if it wasn’t the Ork style, the Mekboyz knew this choppa was dead shiny!
Immediately, he let out an extremely excited “WAAAGH!” But just as he approached…
In the shadows, a black giant wearing a beige cloak grasped this longsword with one hand.
Before he could react to what happened, he saw his own head and the other Mekboy’s head spinning in the air together.
And the last thought in the minds of these two Mekboyz was only this: “Oi finks dis is a right cunnin’ Ork who painted ‘imself black so da uvvers can’t see ‘ow ‘e nicks fings!”