“Huh?” Lancelot looked at Angron in surprise, but the latter merely shook his head.
“You need not feel confused.” “I possess the ability to perceive the emotions of others.
Even if the Warp seems to have no effect around you, through means like providing brainwaves and certain chemical signals…
I have long known that you were telling some trivial lies about your identity.” “This…” “It is nothing.
I do not mind it, either.
The point is whether I am willing to believe you.
The moment you brought out that item, I knew your identity was absolutely not simple.” “But…
fundamentally, I am still unwilling to believe that anyone would be willing to treat that father of mine so simply as a friend.” Angron’s tone shifted.
“Because no matter how my gene-sire conceals it, I can feel that he regards us as tools of the Imperium of Man.” “What he loves is the entire human race; we are merely members of it.
He is a self-contradictory person, sometimes bold and radical, sometimes as timid as a mouse.” “But I actually cannot blame him, because I can understand who he once was, and even sympathize with him.” Lancelot looked at the calm red-gold pupils of the Primarch Angron, and a sliver of surprise was added.
“Why?” “Because I understand that his heart was tormented by immense fear at all times.” Angron spoke softly.
“Now, humanity calls him a god.
Even that brother of mine, Lorgar, does the same.
But in my eyes, he was once nothing more than a middle-aged man tormented by immense fear.” “I once briefly experienced that kind of fear.
It could be said to be a profound depth that terrified me to the point of being unable to act.
Yet he still silently endured that fear and completed the Great Crusade.” Speaking up to here, Angron paused for a moment, then met Lancelot’s gaze.
“Therefore, as his son, after he lost everything, I will shoulder my share of the responsibility.
So…
Lancelot.” Angron called out Lancelot’s name.
Data streams seemed to flash through his pupils; these data streams outlined a picture of the sector within his mind.
And in this picture, from all directions around Nuceria, there were top-level crisis warnings.
Chaos invasion.
The Chaos Gods in the Warp had felt the Emperor’s actions; they might even have already discovered the existence of the Emperor’s blood!
Thus, some heretics who had already been lying in ambush began to cast blasphemous Warp sorcery, and the four Chaos Gods within the Warp almost unreservedly dedicated their power, resulting in four different demonic armies converging on Nuceria!
But the Lord of Red Sands feared no challenge.
Nuceria was the homeworld of the Crimson Angels!
Testified by a loyal Primarch, the loyal warriors of the Imperium swore that Chaos would not gain the slightest advantage here!
But before that, Angron needed to ensure this battle would achieve the greatest results…
Which meant— “Lancelot, it would be best for you to leave early.” Angron’s red-gold eyes looked earnestly at Lancelot.
“Six days from now, the first daemon army of Chaos will pour into the material universe from the Warp.” “Hah?!” Upon hearing the Primarch’s words, Lancelot was stunned for a while before realizing that the large number of words Angron had just spoken were actually meant to persuade him to quickly slip away.
But where could he slip away to?
It was nothing more than returning to the main universe of Warhammer.
Although the Emperor’s blood in his hands wasn’t exposed over there, in the main universe, he could only rely on himself.
Here, too, was a cesspool, but fortunately, there were still Primarchs on the ship of the Imperium checking for leaks and filling the gaps.
Over in the main universe, however, it had already been wandering lost upon the cesspool for ten thousand years.
The fact that it hadn’t sunk yet was purely a manifestation of miracles and the strong will of humanity!
But if Lancelot was forced to choose, this mirror universe was definitely safer.
Even if Chaos armies were approaching, at least Primarchs still existed in this world.
Besides, fighting Chaos, Lancelot truly wasn’t afraid!
“Chaos daemons are nothing to worry about.
I possess the ability to anchor the real universe.
Before me, those Warp daemons won’t even retain a tenth of their strength!” Lancelot waved his hand and said, “In fact, for me, this sudden, random teleportation to Nuceria is more like a vacation.
And no matter what, I must leave after seven days anyway.
During this time, if any Greater Daemons of Chaos appear, I can go to battle alongside you!
We can absolutely catch them off guard!” Lancelot spoke so confidently, and upon hearing this, Angron’s brow also raised slightly.
“Us go to battle together?
Let’s forget about it.
All four Chaos Gods have been stirred by his blood.
According to Magnus’s prophecies, this time there will be four traitors of the Imperium launching sudden assaults from all directions.
They are not ordinary daemons; I think it is better to be safe.” Hearing these words, the color of Lancelot’s face changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“Four traitors of the Imperium?” When speaking this sentence, Lancelot’s voice even distorted slightly.
“Are you saying that four traitor Primarchs are rushing toward Nuceria?!” “Do you feel very surprised?” Angron glanced at Lancelot, whose face had drastically changed, first smiling before saying: “After all, logically speaking, his blood would be perceived by him no matter what.
But the fact that you can shield this perception means the Chaos Gods of the Warp also cannot capture your location after you leave.” Angron explained, “But right now, you exist on Nuceria.
Even if you can suppress the power of the Warp, you cannot eliminate it.” “The area of the real universe stabilized by you has essentially already given those Chaos Gods a target.” As Angron spoke, Lancelot was slightly startled upon hearing this, and quickly figured out the reason behind it.
It was very simple.
The Warp and the real universe themselves are in a situation akin to the surface of the sea.
Most areas are calm; the mental world and the material world do not affect each other.
But now it was different.
Lancelot had brought out the Emperor’s blood in front of everyone, which in itself could be considered having slightly broken the boundary between the Warp and the material universe.
Coupled with the power of the Emperor himself descending personally and infusing his power into the Emperor’s blood, this action almost instantly disturbed the Warp layout around the planet of Nuceria.
Even with the existence of Lancelot, the agitated Warp quickly calmed down under the effect of the Inviolable Domain, but the gazes of the Gods had already locked onto this planet.
And amidst a churning ocean of Warp, an area suddenly becoming bizarrely calm would naturally become the utmost priority of their attention.
“Half of the Imperium’s Primarchs rebelled.
Some among them went missing, but some have also completely become slaves of Chaos…
The Lion, the Wolf King, the Khan, and Ferrus; they will soon arrive representing the four Chaos Gods.” Please remember to vote!
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