Chapter 142: Zhou Yun: Got the Family Members Off on a High

Captain Kaelen held his breath, watching the pure white wings, streaked with faint blue, unfold in midair.

Saint Guillen! The legendary warrior of the Chapter, the mysterious presence who always descends when the Blood Angels face their darkest hour.

This noble warrior wore a golden mask similar to that of Chapter Master Dante, engraved with the face of Saint Guillen.

The executioner, its body covered in scars, roared as it charged toward Saint Guillen.

Saint Guillen's silver blade flashed in the shadows, effortlessly deflecting the executioner's crimson claws.

Yet the executioner was unnaturally swift, raising its bio-cannon and unleashing a torrent of biological bullets toward Saint Guillen in the sky.

Saint Guillen whipped his wings sharply, carving a curved path through the air to evade the attack.

Meanwhile, more colossal beasts broke through the last remnants of the Death Company's line, roaring as they surged toward Saint Guillen in the sky.

Three new executioners lunged at Saint Guillen.

The long silver sword pierced the air; Saint Guillen swiftly carved deep, grotesque wounds into their bodies.

Yet the one-eyed executioner seized this moment to swing its blade once more at Saint Guillen.

It was far faster, swifter, and deadlier than any other executioner.

Saint Guillen raised his sword to block, then dove downward from the sky.

But unexpectedly, the one-eyed executioner retreated without hesitation, avoiding direct confrontation with Saint Guillen.

Then a dense hail of biological bullets screamed toward Saint Guillen.

Fortunately, Saint Guillen's reflexes were just as swift—he ascended rapidly, evading the incoming biological rounds.

Captain Kaelen's expression grew slightly grim.

He realized this executioner was bizarre—far more savage, cunning, vile, swift, and powerful than the others.

This defied all logic: Tyranid organisms were almost always produced from specific genetic sequences, and most Tyranid types within a species were nearly identical, with minimal individual variation.

Yet this executioner's cunning and treachery far exceeded that of any ordinary Tyranid.

A blue cat lay on a lounge chair beside the biomass pool, as if on a seaside vacation.

Zhou Yun, disguised as Doraemon, watched five water pumps rapidly operating, siphoning thick biomass from the pool and feeding it into his fourth-dimensional pocket, his mood lifting.

After confirming that siphoning biomass from the hive and selling it for credits was viable, he returned to Laixi and traded with a fellow villager for several higher-power pumps.

This biomass was highly concentrated organic matter, packed with nutrients—valuable enough to fetch a fine price even at the Future Department Store.

Moreover, siphoning biomass was not only fast money but also easy.

With the Star God's arrival, the Hive Mind had shifted nearly all its attention to the two Hive Saints.

The Hive Mind's most powerful units were now held fast by fragments of ancient cosmic deities.

Seizing this opportunity, Zhou Yun darted between biomass pools before the Hive Mind could react, escaping each time with his Door of Anywhere just before the Hive arrived.

Zhou Yun pulled a lounge chair from his fourth-dimensional pocket, lay upon it, continued siphoning biomass, and watched the epic battle between the Star God fragment and the Hive Saints in the distance.

The Star God fragment was far smaller in volume than the Hive Saints.

Yet the power erupting from within it far surpassed that of the Hive Saints.

The Burner fragment stood suspended in midair, its fiery, solar-flare-like ribbons sweeping across the surroundings, leaving behind piles of ash with every pass.

The material world itself seemed to bow beneath the fury of its blazing flames.

It moved like a flickering star, spanning hundreds of meters in an instant as it darted between the Hive Saints.

Each time it swung its arm, layer upon layer of psychic shields were incinerated to ash—even psychic energy from the Highest Heaven ignited beneath its touch.

The Burner hunched its body and let out a roar that shook the fundamental structure of the material world.

Then, reality itself seemed to ignite with its roar—endless flames erupted from the void, forming a blazing sun that rained down upon the Hive Saints.

In an instant, one Hive Saint's psychic shield was torn open by the flames.

The Burner raised its blazing arm high and swung it down with full force.

This almost savage combat style proved effective—the Hive Saint let out a pained shriek, staggering backward into nearby ruins, toppling a row of high-rises, its entire side bathed in searing fire.

Savage, nearly instinct-driven combat—but after all, it was a fragment of a Star God; even instinct alone was enough to crush a Hive Saint.

At that moment, Zhou Yun noticed the swarm gathering nearby, surging toward him in fury.

He expertly shoved the five large pumps into his fourth-dimensional pocket, then pulled out his Door of Anywhere to flee.

"Zhou Yun."

Suddenly, the faint, fading figure of Bai Guang with wings spoke:

"My power encountered a one-eyed Tyranid Executioner in Tartarus—skull exposed, scarred all over, cunning and treacherous."

"Any idea?" Zhou Yun paused slightly upon hearing Bai Guang's words.

One-eyed, skull exposed, scarred, cunning and treacherous—unique Executioner.

Huh, could it be—

Almost no Tyranid behemoth could stand against Saint Guillen for even a moment.

His snow-white blade continuously slew Tyranid beasts, each strike leaving a grotesque, bloody wound.

Yet only that unique one-eyed Executioner—

If it were a direct confrontation, Kaelen believed Saint Guillen could slay it.

But this Executioner's intelligence surpassed Kaelen's imagination—it used other beasts to harass Saint Guillen relentlessly, staying far back to fire its bio-cannon, striking only when Saint Guillen left an opening.

"Old One-Eye!" A voice filled with delight suddenly rang out.

A screaming subatomic shell shot toward the one-eyed Executioner.

The one-eyed Executioner didn't hesitate—it grabbed a nearby Screamer and yanked it in front of itself.

The subatomic shell detonated, reducing the Screamer to a spray of meat.

Amid the nearby ruins, a round figure hovered in midair.

It was a blue cat with a red nose, composed entirely of spherical segments, and a tiny strange propeller atop its head.

Zhou Yun shoved the Leman Russ Eradicator back into his fourth-dimensional pocket, staring in astonishment at the one-eyed Executioner before him.

Old One-Eye!

This was not the Old One-Eye Zhou Yun knew from the Lower Nest.

This was the Tyranid Executioner Old One-Eye—same name, different being. Among the countless unnamed "trash" Tyranids, it was one of the rare few with a proper name, a true hero among Tyranids.

It had been one of the first vanguards during the Tyranids' initial invasion of the galaxy; after a series of accidents and the efforts of an unnamed human hero, it was shot through one eye and frozen in the ice caves of Karsa.

Nearly a century later, a group of ignorant smugglers accidentally unearthed Old One-Eye still frozen in the ice—yet it had not truly died.

Having broken free from its ice prison, Old One-Eye severed its link to the Hive Mind, but leveraging its nodal biology, it reassembled a hidden horde of Tyranids and Gene-Stealers that had lain dormant for years in the depths of Karsa's caves, and swiftly began ravaging the planet.

Perhaps due to its past trauma, a century of freezing, or its severed connection to the Hive Mind, Old One-Eye had undergone some form of evolution—becoming stronger, more cunning, and more terrifying than any ordinary Tyranid Executioner.

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The Space Wolves exhausted every means to defeat Old One-Eye's forces, yet never found its corpse.

Then, across more worlds—and even beyond the Ultima Segmentum—Old One-Eye's figure began appearing repeatedly, as if it kept resurrecting.

After hearing this tale, Zhou Yun had suspected that Old One-Eye's consciousness and genetic sequence had been uploaded and absorbed by the Hive Mind, becoming a unique swarm unit that resurrected in its former form.

This was a one-of-a-kind unit in the swarm, a singular Executioner—the Hive Mind had invested heavily to deploy it.

Zhou Yun, disguised as Doraemon, flickered into view beside Saint Guillen.

Saint Guillen gave Zhou Yun a slight nod, saying nothing.

Zhou Yun said nothing in return, simply pulled out the Speed Winder from his fourth-dimensional pocket and inserted it into Saint Guillen's back, winding it several turns.

"Don't kill it—dead means it returns to the Hive," Zhou Yun told Saint Guillen.

Saint Guillen nodded, then flapped his wings—his figure vanished instantly.

Moments later, he appeared as if teleported beside the suicidal Old One-Eye.

Saint Guillen, accelerated by the Speed Winder, moved faster than reason allowed—human eyes could barely track him.

To onlookers, Saint Guillen seemed to have vanished entirely.

All they saw were Old One-Eye's six limbs severed by streaks of silver light, spinning through the air before crashing to the ground.

The limbless Old One-Eye slammed onto the earth, writhing like a giant worm without limbs.

Nearby Tyranid beasts rushed forward, desperate to kill Old One-Eye.

For the Hive Mind knew: if Zhou Yun captured Old One-Eye, he wouldn't just take the biomass—he might reclaim its consciousness too.

Yet only flashes of white light flickered through the air.

Saint Guillen, already capable of rivaling Greater Daemons, had become impossibly fast under Zhou Yun's Speed Winder.

The Tyranid beasts rushing to kill Old One-Eye were torn apart in an instant by Saint Guillen.

Zhou Yun flickered forward, appearing beside Old One-Eye in the blink of an eye.

Old One-Eye roared in fury at Zhou Yun, as if accusing him.

Or rather, as if the Hive Mind itself, using Old One-Eye's body, was screaming curses at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun grinned, then grabbed Old One-Eye without hesitation and shoved it into his fourth-dimensional pocket.

Captain Kaelen stared, bewildered, at the scene: the ground littered with Tyranid corpses, Saint Guillen's fleeting silhouette flickering in the air, and the blue cat standing at the battlefield's center with a satisfied smile.

He felt the events he'd witnessed on the Mingfu System were stranger than all his previous hundred years of service combined.

At that moment, Captain Kaelen felt a wave of heat wash over him—he looked up, dazed.

And he saw a "star" approaching the sky of Tartarus.

(End of Chapter)