Chapter 168: How Fun, Doraemon

"Actually, I am the Divine Chosen of Saint Shell Dora, friend of the Winged Saint Gileth, named Meat Spear. Daxiong."

"Under the guidance of Saint Shell Dora, I have come here to aid the offspring of Winged Saint Gileth through their trials."

"Lord Meat Spear. Daxiong!" Logan, behind Karl. Jan, knelt without hesitation.

Even though neither he nor Karl. Jan had ever heard of Saint Shell Dora or Meat Spear. Daxiong—what absurd nonsense.

Karl. Jan's first thought was that this man was mocking him, but

the man's words were so bizarre, yet his tone carried such convincing sincerity, his expression radiating genuine earnestness,

Karl. Jan found himself momentarily shaken.

The man seemed to notice Karl. Jan's hesitation; beneath his glasses, his eyes revealed an almost irresistible sincerity,

a purity untainted by any impurity, like a flawless gemstone that should not exist in this chaotic galaxy.

Karl. Jan felt all his doubts shattered beneath that sincere gaze,

and even a wave of emotion surged within him—such genuine people still existed in this world; this galaxy still held hope.

The things the man had spoken of no longer seemed so absurd in Karl. Jan's mind.

He stepped forward involuntarily, his voice trembling with excitement: "Are you telling the truth?"

The man blinked gently, then took a step forward.

"You actually believe that?"

The man grinned.

"I was just messing with you!"

Karl. Jan froze, staring at the mockery and contempt on the man's face; blood rushed to his head, his face flushed with rage.

But the man chuckled lightly, shifted tone, and resumed a tone of sincere conviction: "Actually, my true identity is the Apostle of Winged Saint Gileth!"

"Winged Saint Gileth heard your prayers, but you forgot to include your names, addresses, and identities—so he could not respond."

"Therefore, Winged Saint Gileth sent me to survey your personal information."

So that's it—he's an Apostle of Winged Saint Gileth. What a joker of a lord.

Though the man's words were riddled with holes and flimsy excuses, his tone and expression made Karl. Jan instinctively trust him, compelling him to kneel before this Apostle of Winged Saint Gileth.

"Tell me everything—your relationships, hobbies, everything you've ever done," the man said with unquestionable authority.

Karl. Jan and Logan immediately bowed their heads, devoutly revealing every detail of themselves,

confessing their past sins, their hated enemies, their personal preferences—all to the man who claimed to be the Apostle of Winged Saint Gileth.

The man nodded slightly as he listened; when both had finished, he smiled warmly, radiating kindness.

"You are all exemplary offspring of Winged Saint Gileth. You have not dishonored the blood of Winged Saint Gileth."

"As a reward, kill yourselves."

Karl. Jan blinked, confused, lifting his head slightly—he wondered if he'd misheard.

"This is your reward. Kill yourselves," the man emphasized. "Only by suicide will your every wish be granted, and Winged Saint Gileth shall descend."

"Then, Winged Saint Gileth shall resurrect you, granting eternal happiness and joy."

"So—kill yourselves."

"I see!" Logan cried out in excitement.

He drew a dagger from his belt and plunged it straight into his own throat; blood gushed out.

Logan let out a joyful, blissful roar, then slumped sideways, dead.

So all it takes is suicide to summon Winged Saint Gileth!

A surge of uncontrollable joy welled up in Karl. Jan's heart.

Though it was unbelievable, the man's tone and expression were too sincere to doubt.

Could it really be true?

Karl. Jan raised his claw, ready to drive it into his own chest,

but as he looked at his fallen brother, a flicker of doubt arose.

The man's words were full of holes, inconsistencies, and flimsy excuses.

He couldn't help but ask the man: "Is it really true that suicide will summon Winged Saint Gileth?" As if noticing Karl. Jan's faint suspicion, the man gently touched his chin.

"So the limit is here," the man murmured.

"Click!" The tiny figure in the man's hand raised a loudspeaker and shouted.

Instantly, the man's sincerity vanished; all the flaws, inconsistencies, and lies in his words became glaringly obvious to Karl. Jan.

Karl. Jan's expression went slack.

It was all fake! Everything he said was fake! How could I have missed this?!

Karl. Jan's face twisted in horror—but before he could move, the man's fist slammed into his skull.

With a loud *crack*, the head of this sneaky Karl. Jan exploded.

"Too absurd a lie still triggers suspicion."

Zhou Yun looked at the tiny robot in his hand—a miniature figure wearing a hat, holding a loudspeaker and a clapboard.

【Item Name: Hot Performance Clapboard & Robot Director】

【Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store】

【Manufactured: 271. 3】

【Function: A robot the size of a palm, shaped like a director, accompanied by a mini clapboard. Press the button to gain the acting skills of every great actor in human history—even the worst performer can achieve flawless, lifelike acting.】

"Price: 1, 00, 00"

This item grants Zhou Yun extraordinary acting ability—every gesture, expression, and tone becomes utterly convincing, charged with intensity and realism.

The words Zhou Yun had just spoken were riddled with flaws and contradictions, utterly unconvincing on their own—but the two gene thieves were completely deceived by his performance, nearly believing every word.

Yet, based on Zhou Yun's recent test,

if the words are too absurd and full of holes, suspicion may still arise.

Especially things like convincing someone to commit suicide—easier to expose.

Also, the item's effect varies by individual; those with weaker wills are more easily deceived by Zhou Yun's acting.

Zhou Yun tucked the robot director into his robe's pocket, then shoved the two thieves' corpses into his fourth-dimensional pouch, pulled out Body Clay, and reshaped his face to match that of the thief named Logan.

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"Winged Fortress, Purple Council: All offspring of Winged Saint Gileth are gathering, and the Living Saint Gilelli is about to descend."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"These thieves have some talent."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun gently laid down the staff in his hand: "Four-Claw Dante."

The staff fell, pointing deep into the desert; Zhou Yun's figure vanished from the spot.

The blood slave knelt on the ground, raising high the warband's holy relics:

the Blade of Courage, the Plasma Pistol Bar's Wrath, the Galian Scepter, the feather stained with Saint Gileth's blood, the angelic laurel wreath resting atop a polished skull, the True Voice playing Saint Gileth's own words,

and the Spear of Final Deed—the weapon once wielded by Saint Gileth himself.

It was a spear forged from adamantium, its tip carved into the form of a winged figure clad in sacred robes, adorned with ornate holy seals and the Emperor's lightning sigil, its tip shaped like a hollow tear.

This spear had been used to combat the Ruinous Powers, banish the Daemon Prince Khorne, and slay the physical bodies of the Chaos Primarchs.

Its forger was the Emperor himself—he had forged this weapon by hand and gifted it to his son, Saint Gileth.

Ultimately, the weapon was lost amid the chaos of the Horus Heresy, becoming myth and legend for ten thousand years.

A glow like warm sunlight shimmered upon the Spear of Final Deed, bathing every offspring of Saint Gileth in its radiance.

The offspring of Saint Gileth in the hall gasped—they could not believe this spear had appeared here.

Raven, a Sixth Company warrior of the Blood Angels, had recovered this holy weapon, a tale entwined with betrayal, civil strife, deception by the Chaos Daemon Tzeentch, and fratricide.

The Traitor Inquisitor Remis Stell conspired to corrupt Akio, Raven's brother, with the Tzeentch Daemon Malpharax; Akio instantly transformed into the likeness of Saint Gileth and could awaken the Spear of Final Deed.

Under the manipulation of the Chaos Inquisitor and the Tzeentch Daemon, some battle-brothers began to believe Akio was the reincarnation of Saint Gileth.

Fortunately, Dante still remembered the old events of the Horus Heresy, wary of claims of Primarch reincarnation, and dispatched Mephiston to investigate.

Mephiston sensed the Chaos psychic residue on Akio and agreed that Raven must kill his own brother.

The Spear of Final Deed was eventually returned to Baal and stored in Saint Gileth's tomb.

This incident was known only to the Blood Angels themselves.

Dante believed the time had come for the Spear of Final Deed to reappear; he temporarily removed it from the tomb and displayed it before his battle-brothers.

The spear forged by the Emperor and wielded by Saint Gileth indeed struck deep into the hearts of his offspring,

even the most fallen Blood Knight, Commander Yor, was profoundly shaken—he let out a short cry, then bowed his head, his rage and hunger visibly dimmed.

Dante gently placed his finger on his forehead, where on his golden mask of Saint Gileth rested a small crystal containing a single drop of Saint Gileth's blood.

Dante knew these ancient relics might awaken their honor, shake their souls, and make them fearless of death,

but unless Saint Gileth returned, uniting them would rely entirely on Dante's eloquence, prestige, and political skill.

Dante stepped forward, ascending the dais of the council hall.

Added note: Even after ten thousand years, Tzeentch still only knows this one trick.

(End of Chapter)