The Warp was frantically agitated.
The Emperor’s gaze arrived at this place, and the attention of those Chaos Gods was also drawn over.
The various phenomena already explained everything: the Emperor’s blood in the hands of the person before them was genuine!
“Then, how should I address you?” Angron retracted that aggressive momentum and inquired with as appropriate and respectful words as possible.
“Uh, my true name definitely must be kept hidden, but you can call me Lancelot.
I just don’t know if the Emperor ever acted as King Arthur…” Lancelot said this, suddenly noticing that Angron’s expression was somewhat complicated.
Lancelot thought he knew the allusion to King Arthur and believed that this Lancelot had cucked King Arthur’s wife, and thus immediately explained: “Relax, I have nothing to do with that eccentric Erda.
Back then, it was probably just her, a Perpetual, losing her mind.
She was likely deceived by Chaos to open the Warp vortex and scatter all you brothers and sisters to various parts of the galaxy.
I swear this matter absolutely has nothing to do with me!” Lancelot’s words echoed in the gladiatorial arena.
As soon as these words came out…
the loyal Crimson Angels couldn’t help but collectively take a step back.
They were frightened.
Gah!
I don’t want to hear this!
What is this seemingly young, but actually fossil-level old timer talking about!
So it turns out the Primarchs, aside from the Emperor as their father, also have a mother?!
And this mother was actually the chief culprit who caused the Primarchs to be scattered across the galaxy back then?!
The originally berserk Khârn felt his chest full of hot blood cool by half.
Don’t let his extremely berserk combat style fool you.
In reality, everyone knows Khârn merely likes making others think he is very brutish, so they overlook his profound wisdom.
But now…
he began to feel that his wisdom was somewhat harming him, because he could completely understand the words of this elder before him.
Those things this elder had just said…
A feeling of absurdity appeared in Khârn’s heart.
Those things described with ornate vocabulary in the Book of the Word, in the mouth of this elder, were like trivial matters, revealing a completely different appearance.
So there was actually such a hidden truth behind the scattering of the Primarchs…
and he didn’t expect that the Lord Primarch actually had a mother existing in this world, in addition to the Emperor as a father?
Since she’s a Perpetual…
then she should still be alive…
Khârn thought this to himself, but at that moment, Angron gently shook his head: “It doesn’t matter…
she is already dead.
She died during the Siege of Terra.” A single sentence gently brushed past this matter.
Angron’s psychic power felt the Warp storms…
his gaze looking toward the source of it all.
“Elder Lancelot, since you say you will preserve a sliver of hope for humanity, what is your purpose in appearing here?” Angron spoke thus.
Hearing these words, Lancelot slightly withdrew his attention from the prompt of the Secret Keeper panel.
…
[Secret Recorded: Erda, Mother of the Primarchs.] [Secret Level: Level 1: Silent.] [Description: Erda, Mother of the Primarchs, unwilling to let her children become the Emperor’s tools, under the deception of Chaos, stirred up a Warp storm and scattered the Primarchs across the galaxy.] [Reward: Custom Dreadnought Armor] [Combat Score: +1 (Leaked, deducted)] [Current Combat Score: 95] …
So the matter of Erda is also a secret?!
Lancelot was slightly surprised.
He also hadn’t expected that he would trigger a leak without knowing it.
It was just that the matter of Erda was actually only Level 1?
Perhaps because this secret was so far in the past, it couldn’t cause much impact on the current material universe.
The characteristic of his Secret Keeper system was that recording secrets would grant rewards, but correspondingly, actively leaking secrets from his own mouth would deduct the corresponding Combat Score.
Fortunately, a Level 1 secret’s Combat Score only added a painless 1 point, and the reward wouldn’t be withheld.
He still obtained a suit of Dreadnought armor this time.
But this thing was essentially an iron coffin, so Lancelot didn’t pay too much attention to it.
“Elder?” Recovering from his daze upon hearing the Primarch Angron once again inquire about his reason for coming here, Lancelot quickly organized his words.
“In itself…
this was an accident.” Lancelot weighed his words.
“My plan should have been to appear when the Imperium lacked a Primarch to preside over it, using the Emperor’s blood to awaken a loyal son of the Emperor.
But it seems I have arrived early.” “Arrived early?” Hearing these words, a trace of indescribable emotion flashed across Angron’s red-gold pupils.
“Are you saying that only when all the loyal Primarchs have disappeared and the Imperium of Man is on the brink of destruction, is it the time you should appear?” “I don’t mean that.
But even if the Primarchs disappeared, I don’t believe the Imperium of Man would truly march toward destruction.” Lancelot gently shook his head.
In another world, even without the existence of the Primarchs, the Imperium of Man had endured through wind and rain for 10,000 years.
Compared to this mirror universe, the Primarchs of this world still existed, but the battlefield of his own main world obviously needed his help more.
“I currently need to know which millennium this is.
If possible, within seven days I need to go meet the Emperor and talk face-to-face, because I have a plan.” “A plan?” Lancelot looked at the loyal Primarch holding the Emperor’s Sword before him, and then said: “Yes.
I need him to infuse power into his blood.
Then, on a certain day in the future, I will return, returning with yields far exceeding what he paid, returning with hope.” “I call it…
Supporting the Future.” Lancelot reached out and raised the Emperor’s blood in his hand.
Angron took a step forward and received this tube of serum in front of Lancelot.
The instant that thing left his palm, Lancelot felt his heart empty for a moment, yet he also felt his whole body relax as if unburdened of a heavy load.
“Phew…” Lancelot let out a long breath of relief, while Angron stood before him.
Angron silently looked at the quartz tube in his hand, where his father’s blood flowed like a gemstone inside.
Then, for the first time in a long while, he felt a sort of incomparably resplendent, unburdened relief from Lancelot.
Angron’s gaze instantly focused on Lancelot.
As the two drew closer, his pupils couldn’t help but ripple slightly.
So shining…
what resplendent emotions and soul.
This was the first thing the Primarch Angron felt from this “old friend of the Emperor,” Lancelot, after drawing close.
Thaniel_a_goodchild.