The battle inside the Cobra destroyer had completely reversed.
Originally, Lancelot was pondering how to establish communication with the Lamenters Chapter, so he led the Krieg Death Korps soldiers who were following him back to their stationed armory position.
“My Lord, do you need to replenish more manpower or resupply ammunition?” the Krieg Death Korps Commissar asked Lancelot.
Now that the vox-channel was restored, they knew that reinforcements were arriving soon.
Moreover, because the Greenskins and Genestealers had fallen into infighting, the enemies in the direction of their armory had become extremely sparse.
The Commissar inwardly judged that they could launch a counterattack now, but they still needed orders from higher up.
However, Lancelot did not issue an order for them to switch from defense to offense.
Instead, he had them continue guarding the armory while he entered the storehouse.
Most of what was stored here was Astra Militarum equipment, and there were even some land-based tanks.
Lancelot walked deep into the storehouse and gently reached out his hand, causing that equipment to suddenly vanish.
The Astartes Basic Forge Template he had obtained required matter to perform disassembly and reassembly.
The higher the relevance of the disassembled materials used, the higher the production efficiency would be.
Even if you dug up two lumps of dirt and threw them into the template, it could still produce a bullet for you, but producing it that way would be far too much of a waste of time.
Lancelot prepared to give the Lamenters Chapter a grand gift.
The reason was very simple: those who carry firewood for the masses must not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow.
Among the many Space Marine Chapters, most actually looked down on the ordinary mortals of the Imperium.
But they forgot that they, too, were once mortals who had risen to power!
The reason the Emperor created them was precisely to protect the mortals they looked down upon the most.
On this point, the Lamenters Chapter, who were willing to stand up for mortals at all costs, should be rewarded from any perspective rather than suffering a cruel fate!
Therefore, he needed to produce the items as quickly as possible.
As for the equipment disappearing from inside the ship, it wasn’t taxes owed to the Imperium anyway.
In his hands, it could actually be converted into items of even higher value!
Thinking this, under Lancelot’s intentional control, all the tanks, firearms, and ammunition that had been taken into the Secret Keeper space were stuffed into the Forge Template all at once, and the template operated at full power.
After strolling around the armory, Lancelot took a little from here and a little from there.
On the surface, it didn’t feel like the inventory had decreased by much; but when Lancelot came out of the armory, roughly 300 sets of power armor, along with matching ammunition and motorcycle vehicles, had appeared in the Secret Keeper space.
Subsequently, Lancelot lifted his sword, preparing to find trouble with the Ork Warlord.
Right at that time, the officer in the command center informed Lancelot through the communications channel that the Lamenters Chapter had already launched their boarding action.
A day in Warhammer always begins with a boarding action.
At the same time, Lancelot’s Secret Keeper panel also prompted: [Oath of Imperium Secundus has been activated] An overall increase of 10 Combat Score points actually didn’t make Lancelot feel much difference; it was nothing more than the power sword in his hand feeling a bit smoother to use.
But it seemed Lancelot had underestimated the buff this provided to the sons of Sanguinius.
Boarding craft unleashed lasers to tear through the hull and charge into the Ork pirates’ garbage ship.
The Lamenters were arrayed inside, and it seemed that having finally arrived in the real world from the Warp, they could feel the former weakness of their bodies disappearing, replaced by a power overflowing through their entire bodies!
As the hatch doors opened, warcries resounded before those Greenskin heretics.
“Do not fail the blood of Sanguinius!” The sons of the Angel charged into the Greenskins.
After being delayed for a while, Lancelot finally fought his way into the Orks’ ramming ship.
But here, the battle was basically already over.
Lancelot’s Inviolable Domain had covered this warship, rendering the Orks’ firepower completely useless.
They could only engage in close combat, but facing the sons of Sanguinius in close combat, the only thing waiting for them was death!
There was only a large pile of leaderless Ork Boyz scurrying around, getting picked off one by one, and a large number of Grots fleeing in shivering terror, only to be kicked to death by Lancelot.
However, he had already seen members of the Lamenters Chapter—wearing bright yellow power armor with the black-and-white checkered and weeping red heart emblem on their left shoulders—standing near the massive corpse of the Ork Warlord.
Lancelot swept a glance over the surrounding battlefield.
The dust had already settled, but one detail made Lancelot’s expression change slightly.
He reached out and picked up a shoota near the corpse of a Greenskin Mekboy.
The reason this gun caught Lancelot’s attention was that a few somewhat precise mechanical structures had actually begun to appear on the body of this shoota.
In the past, the ordinary shootas of the Greenskin Orks relied on the power of ‘Oi Fink’; they could fire bullets without needing any firing mechanism or bolt assembly.
But now, under the influence of the Inviolable Domain, if a shoota wanted to function normally, it needed to adhere to the rules of physics.
And in this short amount of time, the Mekboyz of these Greenskin Orks had actually begun to patiently produce normal firearm weapons under his pressure.
This discovery made Lancelot realize that when facing Greenskin Orks, his Inviolable Domain could obviously only achieve a first-encounter kill.
These war machines produced for battle, even upon losing the buff of the power of ‘Oi Fink’, could rummage through their genes to figure out how to produce a truly valuable weapon.
If he kept his Inviolable Domain open and fought a Greenskin army for a long time, he might forcibly beat the weapons and equipment of these Orks into that of a regular army.
But if that was the case, the best strategic choice for him would be to suddenly descend upon a Greenskin battlefield, causing their weapons to instantly shut down, and then accomplish a decapitation strike, giving those Greenskins no time to react.
His mind couldn’t help but envision such a scene: if he descended from the heavens like a divine soldier with the Inviolable Domain open, landing amidst a Greenskin battlefield, he could cause all the Orks’ weapons to misfire in an instant.
If he did this a few times, his prestige among the Greenskins might become even more terrifying than Old One Eye’s…
As Lancelot thought this, the Lamenters who were sweeping the battlefield naturally saw this black-armored Dark Angel wearing a hood before them.
They had naturally noticed Lancelot observing the Greenskin weapons, and in fact, they also held some doubts regarding these Ork weapons right now.
Because their guns had malfunctioned.
Just now, when they boarded, there was a very dangerous situation.
Their boarding craft had arrived at an open area, a position that could easily draw focused fire.
Even though the ceramite power armor of a Space Marine is exceptionally sturdy, in this galaxy, xenos that cannot break through ceramite armor have long since gone extinct.
And for the Greenskin Orks, who thrive across the entire galaxy, the weapons in their hands—those shootas cobbled together from scrap metal—could unleash exaggerated firepower.
A moment’s carelessness could tear open a Space Marine’s armor.
Therefore, even the Angels of the Emperor must be extremely vigilant.
Yet when they came out, they discovered that the guns in the hands of those Greenskin Orks had all misfired and were unusable.
The Orks could only carry their melee weapons to engage in hand-to-hand combat with them.
Although the Lamenters Chapter were the sons of Sanguinius and valued honor, the target of their honor did not include these xenos.
Having guns in hand, they naturally had to ruthlessly suppress these Orks.
Thus, after losing the support of ranged firepower, even a massive Greenskin Warlord had its head chopped off by the Lamenters Chapter after having a melta bomb pierce through its chest.
The face of that xeno before death was full of unwillingness, but the Lamenters Chapter had absolutely no intention of pitying it; they were only pondering the cause of this anomaly.
Could it be…
Their gazes turned towards Lancelot, this mysterious Dark Angel.
Consequently, Lancelot also took off his helmet.
Perhaps because he was a transmigrator, Lancelot was very unaccustomed to wearing a helmet.
Even though the helmet contained various data crucial for a Space Marine’s survival, Lancelot still preferred to view this universe through his own physical form.
This was both a habit and a sign of respect.
Correspondingly, the Chapter Master of the Lamenters Chapter also took off his helmet at that moment.
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