“Praise the Omnissiah!
This is simply a miracle!” A group of Tech-Priests knelt on the ground excitedly.
When the Primarch Angron brought Lancelot to a massive steel warehouse on Nuceria, Lancelot directly demonstrated to him and an accompanying Tech-Priest the efficacy of a complete forge from humanity’s Golden Age.
Pieces of steel disappeared one after another, replaced by sets of Space Marine power armor, weapons, grenades, supplies, medicines, and even single-person motorcycles, all fully assembled.
Lancelot repeated the process of feeding in raw materials and extracting finished products.
He glanced at the Tech-Priest who was already kowtowing to him with a fanatical expression, and then secretly glanced at the Primarch Angron accompanying him.
For the past hour, Angron had been very silent.
Lancelot didn’t know how to start a conversation, so he could only focus on his work, but inwardly he couldn’t help comparing this loyal Primarch to the unfortunate Angron in his memory.
Although it was somewhat disrespectful, Lancelot knew that in this universe, half of the Primarchs were traitors, and the childhood experiences of those traitor Primarchs were completely different from those in the main universe…
There was no need to dwell on anything.
Right now, he only needed to think about how to link the loyal forces of the two universes.
As for the vessel, it had already been found.
Once he returned to the main universe in seven days and waited for the Custodes to find him, he would go meet the Emperor, and everything would be on track.
At that time, with the Emperor’s methods, the Emperor would naturally understand what needed to be done.
Lancelot would wait for his arrangements, consult Roboute Guilliman’s opinion, and just play along and coordinate.
As Lancelot pondered this, the forge template was operating at full power, and basic Astartes equipment was being produced batch after batch.
Three hours later, Lancelot had already stored the materials in the facility into his Secret Keeper space, waiting to process them in batches.
“I have stored all the materials in this warehouse,” Lancelot reported to the Primarch beside him.
“I calculate that this single warehouse can produce about 200,000 sets of equipment.
The rest are expected to be delivered within three days.” Angron finally seemed to snap back to his senses, reaching out to gently stroke the jetbike before him.
Looking at the silent Primarch, Lancelot thought for a moment before asking: “Angron, loyal son of the Emperor, do you have anything you want to ask me?
I will tell you everything I know.” At that moment, Angron turned his head to look at Lancelot.
He appeared exceptionally calm as he replied: “There is no need to pay me any mind.
After all, you currently carry the Emperor’s blood.
Out of security considerations, I will travel with you.
You don’t need to worry about any issues with me.
Through the Command Node, I can connect to the command center at any time to handle the affairs of the entire star system.” Angron said, reaching out to lift the red hair on one side, revealing a silver cable behind his neck that seemed to connect directly into the back of his head.
Command Node?
“This doesn’t seem to be ordinary technology.” Lancelot glanced at the implant, somewhat curious.
At first, he thought the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion in this world didn’t have any cranial implants.
He hadn’t expected to see something corresponding to the Butcher’s Nails.
If it corresponded to the Butcher’s Nails in reverse…
this Command Node had to do more than just handle Legion affairs, right?
“This is a piece of archeotech from Nuceria.
My adoptive father excavated it and researched it, discovering that it is essentially a psychic amplifier capable of connecting human emotions.” Angron gently stroked the connecting cables behind his head, then looked at Lancelot.
“When I descended to this world, it was still in an ignorant era of slavery.
My adoptive father was a commander who dreamed of creating a utopia; he adopted me and educated me.” A crappy biological father and a top-tier adoptive father, huh?
Emperor, your parenting skills really are so bad.
Lancelot complained inwardly.
Angron glanced at Lancelot and continued: “He believed the reason people fought endlessly was because they could not accurately feel each other’s feelings.” “So after he excavated this technological artifact, he began researching it.
He attempted to mass-produce it, dreaming of having all humanity wear and use it, so that everyone could experience each other’s emotions, thereby ending all conflict.” “In fact, this plan almost succeeded.
But my adoptive father ignored the existence of Chaos.” “As long as those daemons in the Warp exist, innocent people will continue to be deceived and led down evil paths.
Once one person’s emotions are induced to collapse by a daemon, the other existences connected to them will also fall into the same predicament.” “That’s why this thing is only equipped on me.” “So that’s how it is,” Lancelot thought to himself.
Speaking of the Twelfth Primarch, just looking at his capabilities, it seemed he was a Primarch the Emperor had specifically developed to act as a psychologist.
The ability to feel the emotions of others was intrinsically his talent.
Now equipped with this Command Node, this talent was further enhanced.
If that was the case, then this Primarch of the Twelfth Legion could truly be called unyielding and resolute.
He had felt despair more clearly than anyone else, and it wasn’t the despair of a single person, but the despair of everyone in an entire war zone…
Yet under such circumstances, this Primarch still chose to fight for humanity, to fight for the Emperor.
What loyalty this was!
Lancelot sighed inwardly.
But right at that moment, Angron looked at Lancelot and spoke softly: “So…
in your eyes, I should actually be a member of the rebellion?” “Hah?!
No, how is that possible!” Lancelot had been letting his thoughts wander, but upon suddenly hearing the Twelfth Primarch speak like this, he instantly reacted and hurriedly denied it.
After all, his current identity was an old friend of the Emperor, an old uncle to the Primarchs, and he wasn’t like the Emperor, whose emotional intelligence fluctuated between divine and demonic.
So he hurriedly explained: “Prophecy, you know?
Prophecy.
I once vaguely saw that half of the Imperium would rebel!” “I don’t mean that I saw you would rebel, but that under such circumstances, feeling more than others, you did not feel despair toward the Imperium of Man, and did not choose to turn traitor.
This is very rare, and the Emperor should be proud of you.” Upon hearing Lancelot’s words, the expression of the Primarch of the Crimson Angels revealed a hint of amusement.
“You truly are exceptionally extraordinary, Lancelot.” The Primarch murmured softly, then smiled slightly: “This is an unprecedented feeling.
It’s the first time I’ve been treated as a child by someone else.
In that case, I’m beginning to believe that you perhaps truly regard that father of mine as a friend.” Please remember to vote!
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