Chapter 151: Bar-En Emotional Lesson Text

Bar-2

Hearing the water seller's words, Zhou Yun paused slightly.

Bar-2, the second satellite of Bar Prime,

the place where the legendary crash-king Saint Guilliman descended. Oh no—landed.

Saint Guilliman grew up right here, and ultimately unified the Three Bars.

But this was not Zhou Yun's destination; he intended to reach Bar Prime.

Saint Guilliman's remains should be there—and ought to be there.

Zhou Yun had to get near the remains to find a chance to resurrect him.

But the drawback of the Gate was this: if the map was inaccurate, the arrival point would be chaotic.

Zhou Yun had not reached Bar Prime—he arrived at Bar-2—clearly because the map he obtained from General Drostr was wrong.

He didn't know whether it was intentional or accidental.

Was it deliberately blurred to protect the motherworld's secrets of the Blood Angels?

Zhou Yun couldn't help muttering inwardly.

"Friend, what's your name?" Zhou Yun asked the water seller before him.

Water was extremely scarce on the Three Bars, because in the ages before the Angels' arrival, war had erupted among the three planets; each side hurled devastating weapons, turning the entire worlds into wastelands, poisoning nearly all water sources, and causing widespread genetic mutations among humans—only a tiny fraction retained pure genes.

So Zhou Yun had long wondered: with so few pure humans on the Three Bars, where had Saint Guilliman possibly sourced an entire legion's worth of troops?

The Blood Angels' gene-seed… seemed to care little about genetics. Had Saint Guilliman really recruited mutants as soldiers back then?

Hmph, now that he thought about it, the Blood Angels utterly consumed by blood-lust weren't much different from mutants anyway.

As Zhou Yun slandered, he glanced at the faint white light in the corner of his eye.

The winged figure within the white light shuddered, as if angrily rebutting Zhou Yun's insults.

But since he had expended too much power in the Underworld, his voice could not yet pierce the barriers of the Warp to reach Zhou Yun's ears.

Zhou Yun grinned.

Along the journey, he had told the winged figure in the white light plenty of blasphemous, morbid jokes—and the figure had never once managed to make his voice reach Zhou Yun's ears.

And Zhou Yun loved watching others grow frantic yet powerless against him.

"Yugi, the water seller Yugi," the seller seemed to have studied Zhou Yun for a long while,

and only after confirming Zhou Yun bore no terrifying mutations did he speak, trembling.

"What of Dante? Has Chapter Master Dante returned yet?" Zhou Yun asked the seller.

"He… returned three months ago. They brought many refugees—Bar-2 is packed," Yugi said, eyes wide as he stared at Zhou Yun.

Neos Daxiong—such a strange name; clearly not native to Bar.

Outsider… Yugi looked at the man's face and thought: his features didn't look Bar-native either.

Three months? Zhou Yun paused slightly.

He had arrived at Bar-2 via the Gate; when he left, Dante's fleet had still not departed from the Underworld.

Then, under the effect of the Adaptation Lamp, he crossed the empty desert in just a few hours.

Warp?

Of course, Dante's fleet traveled through the Warp.

There was no true time in the Warp; one could arrive before even departing.

Clearly, Dante's fleet had encountered this phenomenon—returning three months early.

By timeline, their fleet sent to reinforce the Underworld must have only just left.

How fortunate—the Blood Angels gained three full months of rest.

Or perhaps not fortune, but the intervention of some entity within the Warp.

There were more than a few beings in the Warp who did not wish to see the Blood Angels devoured by the Tyranids.

Zhou Yun rubbed his chin, thinking.

He needed to obtain a reliable map of the Three Bars as soon as possible—to reach Bar Prime and find Saint Guilliman's remains.

He had previously asked the winged figure in the white light for the exact location.

But the winged figure's answer? He didn't know.

Still, Zhou Yun suspected the Archangel's remains were most likely in the Blood Angels' monastery—Axeus Angel Fortress.

The Blood Angels wouldn't mark the location of an Archangel's remains on any map—it wasn't some tourist attraction. Zhou Yun would have to find a way inside the fortress himself.

"Where's the nearest town?" Zhou Yun asked the water seller Yugi. "Do you have a map?"

Zhou Yun sensed the red mist in the air carried intense radiation toxicity—deep within, it could kill a man in an instant, sending him to the Emperor's feet.

He had avoided its effects only because the Adaptation Lamp's power had not yet faded.

He hoped to reach a safe town before the Lamp's effect ended—and find a map there.

Zhou Yun's current savings were substantial—over a billion credits.

But most would be used to acquire the artifact needed to resurrect Saint Guilliman; what remained was not much—he had to be frugal.

He hoped Saint Guilliman, once resurrected, would compensate him for his losses.

Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure in the white light.

Otherwise, he'd eventually find an opportunity to shove the figure into his fourth-dimensional pocket and sell him to the Future Department Store—to keep the Burning Star-God's shard company.

The winged figure in the white light shuddered—perhaps protesting that Zhou Yun wanted to sell him too, perhaps promising to repay Zhou Yun's losses.

Zhou Yun hoped it was the latter.

The water seller Yugi trembled as he pulled a map from a hidden seam in his tattered blanket.

The map was chaotic, with inconsistent scales and only rough directional markings.

Zhou Yun knew at a glance it was a map the Gate couldn't accurately recognize—if he used this to navigate, he'd have no idea where he'd end up.

The Three Bars had once been a battlefield; many Dark Age relics from the war still lingered on Bar.

Among them, a particularly dangerous relic called "Thirsting Water" could even prey upon Tyranid swarms in reverse.

Zhou Yun had no intention of stepping out of the Gate and into something like "Thirsting Water."

"Angel's Descent Town?" Zhou Yun blinked slightly, staring at the mark on the map—west of their current position, a town was labeled.

That was Angel's Descent Town—the place where Saint Guilliman had first landed, now built into a small settlement directly governed by the Blood Angels.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, handed the map back to Yugi,

and silently withdrew a small, impure bloodstone from his fourth-dimensional pocket, slipping it into Yugi's hand.

It was brought from Asford.

Bloodstone was native to Bar, so it was hard currency here too.

Yugi's eyes lit up instantly; he couldn't help holding the bloodstone up to the crimson sun to examine it.

Then he quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

"Thank you, my lord," Yugi blurted, his voice now filled with reverence.

Zhou Yun merely nodded slightly to Yugi, then turned and walked into the red mist to the west.

Yugi hurriedly called after him: "My lord! Crossing the red mist is extremely dangerous!"

"It's not just the radiation toxicity—you're an outsider, you don't know: beasts and mutants adapted to Bar's radiation lurk within the mist, waiting to hunt those who wander in."

"Especially the Fire Scorpions! Bar Fire Scorpions!"

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At this, Yugi's voice clearly trembled with fear:

"They're not like other scorpions—they grow up to eight meters long. A drop of their venom can roast an adult from the inside out into a pile of mush."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun paused slightly, then recalled the information on Bar Fire Scorpions—they were infamous.

When he was still young—by age, still an infant—Saint Guilliman had ignored their venom and torn one apart with his bare hands.

The tribe that adopted Saint Guilliman feasted well that night.

The winged figure in the white light had once told Zhou Yun: properly prepared and roasted, these scorpions tasted exquisite.

A trickle of saliva escaped Zhou Yun's lips—but he wiped it away quickly.

He had lived in Asford so long, he'd barely eaten any natural food.

Roasted Fire Scorpion—just thinking about it made his mouth water.

"My lord, why not wait with us until the mist clears?" Yugi urged.

"Just Fire Scorpions," Zhou Yun smiled. "Penalty: read 'The Young Grandfather Saint Guilliman Crushes the Bar Fire Scorpion with Pebbles' one hundred more times."

"Huh?" Yugi stared, utterly bewildered.

Zhou Yun shrugged and turned to step into the red mist.

Yugi grew desperate, nearly lunging forward to stop him.

But the old woman suddenly spoke, cutting him off:

"Fool! He is Death itself! The embodiment of End and Finality! His gun's muzzle brings unavoidable death!"

The old woman stared at Zhou Yun in terror:

"He is Death itself—who can kill Death?"

Zhou Yun seemed to sigh slightly, shrugging his shoulders.

He had been blessed by the Emperor in some strange way, and worshipped by the Cult of the Dead as the Chosen of Death. This old woman likely possessed some psychic talent, having glimpsed fragments through the Emperor's Tarot.

Suddenly, Zhou Yun felt the air grow slightly colder.

A psyker! And a powerful one.

Zhou Yun whirled around and saw Yugi's son stumbling out of the truck, his face filled with vacant stupidity and reverence.

The boy knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to Zhou Yun.

"The Eternal Dragon of the God of All Machinery and Death," the child mumbled, his words fragmented and incoherent.

"Sorry!" Yugi quickly embraced his son, panic in his voice. "Don't blame him—he's an idiot."

"He answered the angels' call, but hit his head on the Angel's Leap Canyon and became this way."

Zhou Yun stared at the boy for a moment.

The boy whispered to Zhou Yun, his voice even more submissive and jumbled: "God…"

"I'm not a god," Zhou Yun muttered, his lip twitching. He shook his head and vanished into the crimson mist.

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