Although there was no hope of repairing the Commander for the time being, Emrys still had a substitute. He had long anticipated this day and specifically asked Tony to custom-make a set of Vibranium armor for him.
Of course, the functionality of this armor was far less comprehensive than the Commander's, and its only commendable advantage was the Vibranium's formidable defensive capabilities.
From its initial design, this armor incorporated the black Panther's suit, able to absorb Impact and convert it into Impact, while also being equipped with Transformers intelligence to prevent it from degenerating into an abomination AI.
The armor also integrated nanotechnology, usually hidden in the form of a ring, and when needed, it could cover the entire body within 0.1 seconds, entering combat mode.
Ion cannons, pulse cannons, heavy explosive bombs, and other equipment were naturally all-inclusive.
It was barely usable.
This was Emrys' evaluation, after all, no matter how much of a genius Tony was, he couldn't make bricks without straw.
The Commander was at least an ancestral Transformer, with the ability to Warp, in comparison, the battle armor Tony built seemed a bit lacking.
But Emrys still had great confidence in Tony, and at the same time, he was planning a famous project.
When the time was right, he would have Optimus Prime, Tony, and other top scientists combine technologies from multiple worlds to custom-build a suit for him that was no less than the 'Armor of Destiny' worn by Grandpa!
After staying in the Transformers world for a few days.
The preparations for the Holy Flame Arbiter were finally complete. Ammunition, weapons, and supplies were sufficient, the battleship had been repaired and inspected, and nearly 100,000 Transformer tech-priests, combat personnel, including the Bottom Eater slaves, had entered combat readiness.
Emrys came to the bow of the ship and found Lyon, who was inspecting.
"Lion King, the battleship is ready, we can return at any time. We will set sail for the Rock Fortress."
Lyon stood at the bow, his robes wrapped around his armor, fluttering like a banner, his back resembling an ancient stone tablet.
A moment later, Lyon turned his head, his eyes rather complex, and softly said.
"This is not our world, is it?"
Emrys had no intention of hiding this from Lyon from the beginning, so he gently nodded.
"That's right, this is an 'alternate dimension'. You can understand it as a dimensional world completely different from the world we are in."
Actually, there was nothing to hide.
Before, he was weak and had to live in fear, but now Emrys was a hegemon who controlled five worlds, and he no longer needed to be afraid or worried.
Even if the other party was a Primarch, it was the same!
It was this self-confidence that allowed Emrys to speak of his abilities in front of Lyon without any reservations or worries.
Moreover, during the days he spent with Lyon, although the other party was always very strict, Emrys could also feel a hint of doting hidden within Lyon's stern attitude towards him.
Thinking carefully, with Lyon's temper, how could he be easily persuaded to release Olsen, who was a 'traitor'?
It was simply that from the beginning, Lyon didn't take it seriously at all, but merely used this opportunity to establish his authority in the hearts of these Fallen Angels.
"No wonder."
Lyon lowered his head.
"I feel an unprecedented tranquility here. There is no Warp, and no Chaos. It's truly good."
From the moment he was born, he bore the responsibility bestowed by the Emperor: to save humanity.
However, in those tens of thousands of years of war, even a powerful Primarch like him had long been exhausted in his heart, longing for a pure land.
Perhaps, it was the deep-seated longing in his heart that caused Lyon's Warp essence to awaken as a tranquil forest, a scene from Caliban's past.
"When you are ready, set off."
Lyon nodded and walked straight past him, without delving into how Emrys had arrived in other universes.
But Emrys couldn't help but ask.
"Lion King, don't you want to ask how I traveled to other universes?"
There was an indescribable meaning in the young man's eyes.
However, Lyon, with his back to him, merely chuckled softly.
"The one who should investigate this matter is not me—it should be you. You don't need to try to get information from me; I don't know."
With that, Lyon strode away.
Emrys remained in place, a hint of disappointment on his face as he watched Lyon's departing back.
The reason he asked this was to get an answer from Lyon to a question that had bothered him for a long time.
The origin of the Traveler System!
If it were in another world, Emrys might not have been curious about such a heaven-sent system encounter, and would only attribute it to a transmigrator's benefit.
But this was Warhammer!
Any 'heaven-sent encounter' in the Warhammer Universe, more or less, carried a hint of strangeness!
Who knew if this thing was an experiment of the Emperor, or of the Four Chaos Gods?
But unfortunately, he couldn't see the Emperor, and even if he did, it was unlikely the Emperor would tell him. The Four Chaos Gods were even less likely, and Lyon, the only one who might know the truth, also said he didn't know.
Emrys sighed deeply.
As the saying goes: the road ahead is long and arduous. To uncover the secrets of the Traveler, he still had a very long way to go.
Above the boundless desert.
Suddenly, space twisted, and a massive, dark Gothic-style cathedral, several kilometers in diameter, appeared out of thin air!
The clouds violently churned under the engine's thrust, and rolling yellow sand kicked up dust waves.
"We're back."
Emrys exhaled and turned to Lyon.
"We have returned. According to the star map, this is a Hive world named 'Avakalor' in a star system located tens of light-years east of the Rock Fortress. Should we proceed directly to the Rock Fortress?"
Lyon glanced at him.
"You are the Commander of this battleship. Why are you asking me what to do?"
"Uh—"
Emrys was stumped by the question and said.
"Aren't you a Primarch? You're the highest authority here, who else should I ask?" Hearing this, Lyon wasn't angry, but looked at Emrys meaningfully.
"Is that so? Then I appoint you as the Supreme Commander.
Now, including me, all crew members on this ship must follow your orders."
"What are you doing?" Emrys was a bit confused. Why would Lyon give him command?
"Less nonsense!"
Lyon roared.
"I said, you are the Supreme Commander. The command is in your hands now; you decide what to do!"
Seeing Lyon so insistent, and unable to figure out what this old man was up to, Emrys had no choice but to accept this heavy responsibility.
Combining the previous information, after a moment of thought, he made a decision.
"We will not set sail for now. Contact the Planetary Lord of Avakalor and inform them—the Lord of the First Legion, the Father of the Dark Angels, the Emperor's Son, the Primarch Lion El'Jonson's coming home, and have them come to pay homage to the Primarch!"
After saying this, Emrys looked at Lyon.
"I apologize, I know you are in a hurry, but please wait a little longer. We need more strength."
"Well done."
Unexpectedly, Lyon did not blame his decision, but nodded with satisfaction, expressing his approval.
"Using the news of the Primarch's coming home to reclaim the military power of this Hive world, instead of rashly heading directly to the Rock Fortress, your decision is very correct. This is the wisdom a Commander should possess."
Zabriel , who was nearby, couldn't help but curl his lip. Such a simple truth, even a fool would know, did it still need praise?
Heaven knows what Lyon was thinking.
Recalling Lyon's strange attitude towards Emrys after his coming home, Zabriel seriously suspected that this kid—could he be Lyon's "illegitimate son"?!
Thinking of this, Zabriel couldn't help but gasp, feeling that it was very possible. Otherwise, how could a fickle "warlord" like Lyon allow a Rogue Trader to become the Watch Knight of the Sons of the Forest, and also the grandmaster!
I thought you were the Emperor's chosen, but I didn't expect you, kid, to be so deeply hidden?!