Chapter 285: Doraemon

I am utterly at war with that group of Keepers of Secrets!!!!

Rena watched for the eighth time the data board showing herself sweetly whispering flattery to Zhou Yun, her teeth clenched tight.

Zhou Yun watched this scene, barely holding back the smile tugging at his lips.

Saint Guilliman, seated beside him, couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle.

Only Robert Guilliman maintained his solemn expression, carefully observing the false Rena speaking sweet nothings to Zhou Yun on the data board.

"A Keeper of Secrets has infiltrated Macragge. If it didn't deceive you by forcing itself into an unsuitable physical body, how much disaster would it have caused?"

Hearing Guilliman's words, Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow slightly: "Wouldn't it be more dangerous for it to appear directly in its demonic form? Does it want to feast on the Spear of Finality or the Emperor's Sword?"

"Slaying this Great Daemon together during the ceremony symbolizing our return would make excellent propaganda." Robert Guilliman nodded slightly in agreement.

A Slaanesh Great Daemon infiltrating in this form is even more dangerous to mortals than in its normal state. During its time with Zhou Yun, it has constantly tempted him with sloth, love, protectiveness, friendship, and pure lust. If Zhou Yun accepts that final kiss, he may indeed suffer harm.

Saint Guilliman's smile faded, his expression growing slightly more serious as he spoke slowly:

"After all, your physical body in the material universe is no different from a mortal's, and I cannot even predict what consequences might follow if you lose it. The destruction your subconscious essence would unleash once freed from reality's constraints is unimaginable. Fulgrim probably snorted so much drug he fried his own brain—he actually thought he could corrupt you directly."

"I'm fine. I'm very cautious." Zhou Yun shrugged, then tugged at his own face.

A layer of clay peeled off his skin, revealing a metallic head with a small mustache—the Thief DX suit.

This sight left Rena utterly bewildered, even Robert Guilliman looked slightly startled.

"My real body has always been hidden inside this Thief DX suit. Even if you kiss me, you won't touch my true form."

"If I weren't trying to capture it alive, I'd have just taken a freebie from Rena. Oh no—freebie from the Keeper of Secrets."

"Huh?" Rena let out a confused sound: "Even clay can do that?"

"I paid close attention to every detail when sculpting it. Everything's there."

Zhou Yun said this as he molded his own face.

Rena's lips twitched slightly. She wanted to say something sarcastic, but couldn't speak up in front of the two Primarchs.

"He even bored himself enough to make two." Saint Guilliman spoke with calm indifference.

A moment of silence fell over the air. Zhou Yun couldn't help but chuckle twice.

Robert Guilliman cleared his throat twice, steering the conversation back on track.

"I'm still worried about Fulgrim. He's a man who cannot accept failure—arrogant and conceited."

"He will come again. To give up means admitting defeat—and that is something he cannot endure."

Guilliman turned his gaze toward Zhou Yun, reminding him to stay vigilant.

Zhou Yun, however, rubbed his chin, recalling the original course of history.

Then he pulled from his fourth-dimensional pocket a blue cross and a red circle, placing them on the table before him.

"Fulgrim's next target on Macragge will be me." Zhou Yun spoke directly.

Instantly, the blue cross leapt off the table and hovered in midair.

This meant Zhou Yun's statement was false—Fulgrim's next attack would not target Zhou Yun.

Robert Guilliman blinked in slight surprise. He had heard from Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman about the Truth-Seeking Device and understood its function.

But this didn't resemble Fulgrim's failure.

"If not Zhou Yun, then who will Fulgrim target next?" he murmured to himself.

Instantly, everyone turned their gaze toward Robert Guilliman.

"The fact that you are still alive is Fulgrim's greatest failure," Saint Guilliman said gently.

"Under normal circumstances,"

Zhou Yun rubbed his chin and spoke:

"Fulgrim will corrupt a mortal governor and suggest you hold a grand victory parade."

"During the parade, he will place upon you a Slaanesh artifact called the Crown of Glory, which will show you countless visions of glory, attempting to corrupt you."

"Then he will suffer another defeat," Robert Guilliman said, his expression darkening slightly.

"You can resist the corruption of that artifact, but Fulgrim will not give up. He will curse you to spend the rest of your life unable to derive even a shred of joy from honor."

"That fits his style," Robert Guilliman muttered.

"No no no—if we know all this in advance, why not turn the tables and trap Fulgrim instead?"

Zhou Yun rubbed his chin and told Saint Guilliman and Guilliman the idea he'd come up with while distracted during the ceremony.

But as he listened, Guilliman frowned slightly: "This could put you at risk."

"Frankly, I don't think your value justifies taking such a risk."

"I think the risk is minimal."

Zhou Yun shook his head. If there were real danger, he wouldn't have suggested it.

"First, Fulgrim's corruption targets you. The illusions he weaves hold no allure for me."

"Spiritual risk is low," Saint Guilliman raised an eyebrow slightly. "But physical corruption may still affect you."

"Direct sub-space corruption would erode even Fulgrim under your essence—but with a material medium, it's different."

This plan could work for me too, but under Slaanesh's protection, the damage I inflict on Fulgrim would be far less than yours—of course, provided your current body can withstand Fulgrim's material-level corruption.

Saint Guilliman's tone wasn't as grave as Guilliman's; it carried a hint of keen interest.

He knew Zhou Yun—he could tell Zhou Yun was hiding some mischief.

"So I don't plan to appear in person. I have something interesting I want to try." Zhou Yun grinned, glancing into his fourth-dimensional pocket.

Inside the pocket, a bald, muscular humanoid figure clad in beige shirt and brown pants was slowly, painstakingly forming—its essence entirely composed of the warp.

Beside him, the demonic weapon "Sarniath" seized from Angron and the recently captured Keeper of Secrets floated nearby.

They seemed to struggle, but were firmly gripped by the bald figure's massive hand, immobilized.

This bald figure was born from the fusion of Kabanha and the Emperor's death, then "re-educated" within the fourth-dimensional pocket. Zhou Yun felt this being was an extension of himself—a demonic warp entity forged from Kabanha as raw material.

Or rather, this was Zhou Yun's own unique Great Daemon.

And its appearance? The more he looked, the more it resembled Fat Tiger.

Previously, this "Fat Tiger" had been on the verge of birth—throwing in Sarniath would trigger its initial emergence; adding the Keeper of Secrets should complete its birth.

But Zhou Yun's warp essence had not yet awakened sufficiently, and he had always hesitated, uncertain what would happen if this Great Daemon Fat Tiger came into being.

Yet after consuming the Dark Angels and resurrecting Guilliman, Zhou Yun felt his ability to draw power from the warp had improved further—he had awakened more deeply to his warp essence.

He instinctively believed he could fully control this newborn Great Daemon, this extension of himself.

Saint Guilliman looked at Zhou Yun, his expression shifting slightly.

He knew of the existence of this Great Daemon Fat Tiger—he had previously advised Zhou Yun to proceed cautiously before further awakening his essence.

"Worth a try," Saint Guilliman nodded. "You should now be able to project your warp power directly into the material universe."

Listening to Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman's exchange, Guilliman's expression grew slightly odd.

"You… are you planning some warp sorcery on my Macragge?"

"How can you call it only your Macragge?" Saint Guilliman smiled faintly. "You've already shared governance of this planet with me twice—it's the capital of our Second Empire!"

"But don't worry—we're not performing any warp heresy."

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement: "We're just going to create a Great Daemon."

". h, so you're just creating a Great Daemon." Guilliman's face tightened, three or four veins bulging on his forehead.

(End of Chapter)