Chapter 209: Patching Won

Zhou Yun suddenly gripped the convulsing Mephiston's throat,

his fingers lightly pressed down on the mechanized device,

"Anti-psionic suppression amplifier collar."

Instantly, a low hum emanated from Zhou Yun's fingers, and a faintly glowing force field radiated from his palm, visibly suppressing Mephiston's psionic energy,

the Anti-psionic Suppression Amplifier Collar was an ancient technological artifact discovered during the Great Crusade; the one Zhou Yun replicated was housed in the Librarium of the Blood Angels, a version manufactured ten thousand years after the Council of Nikaea to suppress psykers,

Zhou Yun replicated this device specifically to counter warp energy,

even Mephiston, such a powerful psyker, felt his warp energy abruptly dampened by a great margin,

the pain of suppressed warp energy enraged Mephiston; his psionic energy surged erratically as he instinctively struggled to break free,

a low growl rumbled from Mephiston's throat, nonsensical syllables spilling from his mouth,

"Black Angel… Dark Angel…" Mephiston murmured like a dreamer, then suddenly widened his eyes.

"Awake? Get to work!" Zhou Yun released him.

Mephiston swiftly scanned his surroundings, seeing Seth and the Flesh Tearers struggling on the ground, and the warp rift tearing open in the distance,

in his warp vision, he saw a fissure spanning reality and the warp, and the reflection of Baal submerged in blood, a monstrous crimson titan attempting to invade Baal,

"Good!" Mephiston did not hesitate, immediately began reciting the incantation to open the sarcophagus of Saint Guilliman,

the sarcophagus of Saint Guilliman had been layered with protections by generations of Blood Angel artisans and librarians; without the correct incantation, it could not be opened swiftly,

a chorus of furious roars erupted from the warp rift behind Zhou Yun, where shadowy, flickering shapes writhed endlessly,

flesh-rending demons surged forth, blazing with flame, alongside a group of Astartes clad in power armor woven with brass and crimson,

World Eaters Berserkers, the Astartes legion that once betrayed humanity and the Emperor, submitting to the Blood God's will,

they roared with savage fury and lunged at Zhou Yun and Mephiston, the oily stench of whirring chainswords and chainsaxes filling the sacred tomb,

Zhou Yun sensed the anger and desecration emanating from the machine-souls of those chainswords; the weapons themselves had been corrupted by the Blood God's power,

yet as the chainswords neared Zhou Yun, their mechanical speed slowed,

Zhou Yun seized the opportunity, drawing the famed blade Dian Guang Wan, its faint golden glow effortlessly blocking the assaults of several World Eater Berserkers,

the World Eaters roared in fury at the dazzling, blinding blade-light wielded by Zhou Yun,

yet no matter how hard they tried, their chainswords could not touch him even slightly,

some of these berserkers wore no helmets, their grotesque faces exposed, their skulls entwined with cable-like machinery,

once, to draw closer to their gene-father, the World Eaters had implanted the Butcher's Nails; after ten thousand years, implanting the Butcher's Nail had become a ritual among them, a method of training new recruits,

these replicas would pierce the victim's brainstem, stimulating rage and madness, stripping away all other normal emotions, granting only the faintest positive feedback through combat and slaughter, just enough to momentarily escape the agony inflicted by the dreadful machinery,

Zhou Yun swung the famed blade Dian Guang Wan to deflect a World Eater Berserker's chainsword, then pressed a button on his mechanized device aimed at the Bi Gong Spear nearby,

Zhou Yun instantly hurled the famed blade Dian Guang Wan into the air, and a razor-sharp energy field shimmered faintly golden on his right hand,

screech——————

the replicated edge of the Bi Gong Spear effortlessly pierced the World Eater Berserker's chest, the energy field incinerating his internal organs to ash,

at that moment, the squad of flesh-rending demons attempted to bypass Zhou Yun and charge straight toward the golden sarcophagus of Saint Guilliman,

Zhou Yun gave them no chance,

his fourth-dimensional pocket trembled violently, and over a dozen ancient thermal pistols he had stolen from the Librarium flew out; the mechanical hands on his psychic cap swung wildly, exerting immense psychic force to control all these terrifying thermal weapons simultaneously,

subatomic vibrations rang out as searing plasma beams erupted,

thermal pistols were inferior in range and accuracy, but under Zhou Yun's near-perfect marksmanship, it made no difference,

the dozen flesh-rending demons attempting to flank Zhou Yun were reduced to ash in an instant, vanishing where they stood.

the muzzles of the thermal pistols turned toward the World Eater Berserkers; the searing thermal light was far deadlier than laser beams, even the World Eater Berserkers, blessed by Khorne's power, could not withstand it,

"Done!!" Mephiston spun around, shouting at Zhou Yun,

he roared, swinging his silver-steel blade, and countless blades defying physics flashed through the tomb, slicing several approaching berserkers to pieces.

Simultaneously, the two brass rings hovering in midair slowly ceased their rotation, the stasis field abruptly shutting down,

molten gold rained from above, like golden blood falling to earth, pooling into a faint golden puddle on the ground, flowing down the steps,

in an instant, both the descendants of Saint Guilliman and the World Eater Berserkers held their breath,

as the molten gold settled and hardened on the ground, a face of breathtaking beauty appeared before them,

it was a face radiant with divine light, covered by strands of hair soaked in molten gold, wrapped in a headband woven of fine golden chains; his eyes were closed, his head tilted, solemn and majestic, as if merely lost in deep, eternal slumber,

the beauty of that face deeply shook every soul present; even the furious World Eater Berserkers trembled, and without hesitation believed this was the Son of God, the radiance of the Divine, the incarnation of the God upon earth,

for only a true deity could have sculpted such a face—beauty too exquisite for reality itself to contain,

yet heartbreakingly, the owner of that beauty was dead; his sacred face was marred by scars and repair marks, hinting at the torment he had endured,

his body hung limp among crimson granite, his golden battle armor shattered and studded with gems, pure bloodstone and adamantium reduced to fragments, the Terra Eye embedded in his chest also cracked,

the flesh beneath the armor was even more horrifying, covered in scars, bones seemingly all torn apart,

surely the Blood Angels of ten thousand years ago had exhausted every means to repair their father's corpse, but the damage inflicted upon it was too severe, and the murderer's power seemed to linger even after ten millennia,

looking at the corpse, Zhou Yun could almost see the Blood Angels' descendants repeatedly attempting to mend their father's broken bones, piecing together his remains like a shattered puzzle; each failure brought unbearable agony, each failure brought sorrow and tears,

yet in the end, they could only bury him in this state.

How pitiful, the descendants of Saint Guilliman!

"You're thinking something disrespectful, aren't you?" the winged figure within the white light couldn't help but speak.

unlike Zhou Yun, who had anticipated this, Mephiston trembled violently at the sight,

"My Lord…" indescribable sorrow and pain surged in Mephiston's voice.

the scent of blood seeped from Saint Guilliman's remains, stimulating the nerves of the Blood Angels' descendants and the World Eater Berserkers,

and also stirring the entities within the warp rift.

Instantly, furious roars erupted, the warp rift growing even more grotesque, its inner scene becoming clearer,

a towering steppe warrior swung a gleaming saber against eight blood-mad demons, while white-clad Astartes warriors fought alongside flesh-rending demons and World Eater Berserkers,

some of the white power-armored warriors raised ancient scepters, each bearing the skulls of beasts; their chants summoned countless storms that howled around the largest of the demon princes,

Khorne, the Daemon Primarch, Angron,

Angron furiously struggled to break free from the Astartes' blockade, roaring in rage as he tried to enter reality, his entire upper body nearly emerging from the warp rift,

"No!" Mephiston cried out, carving a path through the chaos to stand before the warp rift, raising his silver-steel longsword, channeling his immense psionic energy into a torrent to block the rift,

even with the aid of the white-armored warriors, Mephiston still felt crushing pressure,

the Daemon Primarch's power was simply too immense—and it wasn't only the Daemon Primarch invading reality,

eight figures, their bodies wrapped in blood, skulls and bestial limbs exposed, radiating demonic power and fused partially with their weapons, roared into reality,

the Eight-Bound, World Eater Berserkers possessed by eight demons,

these savage warriors were confined in Eight-Bound cages, their Butcher's Nails connected by complex probes and needles, while a blasphemous warp ritual was performed,

no one knew what these warriors endured within the cages; when opened, some became foul flesh, some became chaos eggs, some vanished entirely, while those who survived became symbiotic with eight demons, becoming the terrifying Eight-Bound—a warp version of opening a blind box,

those whose souls fully merged with the eight demons became the Divine Eight-Bound; the figures emerging from the rift were clearly eight Divine Eight-Bound,

they immediately lunged at Zhou Yun, their razor-sharp chainswords slashing toward him; Zhou Yun grunted as thermal weapons behind him fired at the Eight-Bound,

but the Divine Eight-Bound, fused with eight demons, possessed far greater physical strength; their furious demonic bodies and heavy power armor seemed to partially resist the searing thermal blasts.

screech!!! Chainswords roared as over a dozen Flesh Tearers howled into battle, shielding Zhou Yun from the Eight-Bound's attacks,

their eyes glowed with madness, nearly slipping into black fury,

Seth's face twisted in agony as he swung his chainsword to help Zhou Yun repel the nearest Divine Eight-Bound.

freed from the Eight-Bound, Zhou Yun focused his mind, vanished in an instant, and reappeared beside Saint Guilliman's remains,

Zhou Yun reached into his fourth-dimensional pocket and pulled out a cloth bag woven with clockwork patterns.

(End of Chapter)