Chapter 316: Gao Song: Your Majesty, the Heavens Are Grown Cold

Fat Tiger the Demon charged through the bookshelves like a humanoid tank, suddenly appearing before Incani.

The chilling aura of death radiating from Fat Tiger the Demon did startle Incani.

But he immediately recalled that he was now close to his true body, his power at its peak, and protected by Asuyan's barrier—even the Chief Demon of the Four Gods or a Daemon Primarch here could not break through his defenses in an instant.

Gathering courage, he summoned a storm of whispers and soulfire and lunged toward the black library's door behind Fat Tiger the Demon.

Zhou Yun guided Fat Tiger the Demon to take a shallow breath.

His throat began a faint, rhythmic pulsation; his vocal cords surged with intense pain.

"Fus!!!!"

The first syllable erupted violently from Fat Tiger's throat.

All things around them resonated with Fat Tiger the Demon's voice; a powerful sonic wave slammed into Incani.

Incani shuddered violently, frozen in terror.

"Ro!!!"

The floor of the black library shattered; priceless books turned to dust in the soundwave. The intense sonic blast struck Incani, causing the Aesuyan spirit runes on his body to flicker and tremble.

For reasons unknown, Incani felt fear emanating from the sonic tones issuing from Fat Tiger the Demon's mouth.

He accelerated desperately, becoming a dark blue shadow racing toward the black library's door.

Just reach it. Just reach it.

"Dah!!!"

The final syllable spilled from Fat Tiger the Demon's mouth.

Three complex, intricate tones solidified in the void, directly warping the structure of reality.

This power contained no warp energy—it was as if reality itself had been commanded.

In the instant the sound faded, blood seeped from Fat Tiger the Demon's throat.

This was a chant—the only chant Zhou Yun had mastered during this time, and the simplest one.

Its effect was.

Instantly, Fat Tiger the Demon's body began to crack and dissolve from the waist down, vanishing like soap melting in water.

His thick legs, most of his torso, and one arm disappeared, leaving only a mangled remnant hanging midair.

Incani was startled, then elated.

He believed Fat Tiger the Demon had been backlashed by the chant, causing his body to collapse.

He must seize this chance—escape the black library immediately.

Incani's body suddenly lost balance. He widened his eyes in disbelief as his legs, torso, and arms disintegrated with a humming vibration. The Sword of Many Souls, Velliszar, clattered to the black library floor.

His body lost control and crashed to the ground, falling just before the black library's door.

Incani dragged his body—identical in damage to Fat Tiger's—struggling toward the door.

This was the effect of the chant Zhou Yun had learned.

The chant's name was "Fatebound." It inflicted identical wounds upon user and target, bypassing all defenses.

Zhou Yun guided Fat Tiger the Demon to inhale deeply.

Instantly, prayers and hymns rose from twenty-two cities on Macragge; the Doraemon theme song, used by Zhou Yun as a hymn, echoed around Fat Tiger the Demon's ears.

Faith is emotion; emotion stirs the warp's tides. The mighty power of the High Heaven surged into Fat Tiger the Demon's body, repairing its warp-formed form.

As a warp-demon entity, Fat Tiger, like other demons, could draw power from faith, emotion, and ritual to repair or strengthen his physical form in the material universe.

The faith of an entire planet poured in; within mere breaths, Fat Tiger the Demon's body was fully restored.

This was also one drawback of the chant: the damage it inflicted could be healed.

In fact, Incani's body was also repairing itself by drawing power from Inard's true form—but his recovery rate could not match Fat Tiger the Demon's, who was undergoing the Doraemon ritual.

Another drawback of the chant was that it affected only physical bodies. Warp demons who assumed physical forms in the material universe would be affected; but if they existed purely within the warp without a physical body, the chant had no effect.

Fat Tiger the Demon gripped his baton and took three strides to stand before Incani.

Incani's torso had partially regenerated; his arms had regrown to the forearms, and he barely crawled forward.

Seeing Fat Tiger the Demon fully restored, Incani's face twisted in terror.

Fat Tiger the Demon swung the baton violently. The baton, wreathed in the Emperor's Eternal Flame, smashed down, shattering Incani's newly regrown forearms and spine, then seized him by the neck.

Zhou Yun's figure flickered into view beside Fat Tiger the Demon. Incani's mangled body writhed in Fat Tiger's grip; countless whispers filled the air.

But Zhou Yun directly controlled Fat Tiger the Demon, shoving Incani into the fourth-dimensional pocket—and also tossing the old woman's blade, "Sword of Many Souls, Velliszar," inside.

【Item Name: Inard's Avatar. Incani】

【Origin: Eldar Ark. Biyetan】

【Evaluation: Avatar of the Eldar Death God Inard, akin to Kain's avatar, the form taken by Inard before his full birth, summoned when Yvraine drew the Old Woman's Blade from the Biyetan Ark.】

【Production Time: 999. 41】

【Status: Fiery!】

【Value: 86, 66, 66】

【Suitable for juvenile behavioral correction and re-education material supplement】

【Item Name: Sword of Many Souls, Velliszar】

【Origin: Eldar Pantheon】

【Evaluation: Kain severed five fingers from the Old Woman God, Molai-Heg; their bones became five Old Woman Blades. This, the strongest, houses a fragment of Inard's consciousness.】

【Production Time:???】

【Status: Intact】

【Value: 36, 66, 66】

【Suitable for juvenile behavioral correction and re-education material supplement】

Together they totaled roughly one hundred million. Zhou Yun hesitated not at all—he chose to convert them into juvenile behavioral correction and re-education material.

Incani's body and the Sword of Many Souls, Velliszar, instantly disintegrated within the fourth-dimensional pocket, converging beside the thread formed by Slaanesh's avatar.

A cold, deathly aura spiraled above them, slowly coalescing. Moments later, Incani's body reformed into a revolver glowing with lifeless silver light.

Beside it, the Sword of Many Souls, Velliszar, became a bone bullet reeking of gunpowder.

Zhou Yun stared at the revolver and the thread floating in the fourth-dimensional pocket, his lips twitching slightly.

Why was this so different from how Fat Tiger was made?

Thread. Revolver. Huh.

Zhou Yun vaguely sensed something—but before he could ponder further, the laughter of Gao Song and the whispers of Inard outside the black library vanished.

Incani was the newborn Inard, the sole manifestation of Inard's remaining awareness. With Incani consumed by Zhou Yun's fourth-dimensional pocket, Inard's true form naturally lost all awareness and reverted to its unformed state.

"Mey!! OV!! Lun!!"

"Nir!! Yah!! Zii!!"

"Gron!! kaal!!"

Suddenly, Gao Song's voice rang out from outside the black library.

This time, His voice held no laughter—only a sequence of intricate tones.

A chant?!

Zhou Yun froze. He recognized this chant.

It was the third chant recorded in Constantine Vardo's notebook. Its effect was.

Before Zhou Yun could think further, the Eldar Pantheon suddenly manifested before him.

The throne of the Eldar Death God stood directly before him.

Gao Song, staring at the re-sleeping Inard, chanted with hoarse desperation.

This was Gao Song's long-planned scheme—or rather, the true reason He demanded the hunt for Inard.

Humanity was deeply bound to Zhou Yun; Zhou Yun's self-identity was human, and he was humanity's god.

If possible, He would save humanity—Gao Song was certain of this.

But the relationship between Zhou Yun and the Eldar was shallow—merely a simple alliance, almost no binding.

The Eldar could easily betray Zhou Yun. Gao Song knew their nature all too well.

Inconstancy and betrayal were the Eldar's greatest strengths; Gao Song himself had been stabbed in the back by them many times.

But Zhou Yun would not indulge the Eldar as Gao Song did.

Gao Song must secure a future for the Eldar.

He must bind the Eldar completely to Zhou Yun's chariot, making them a true community of shared interest—so that at least some Eldar could never betray Zhou Yun, becoming his faithful believers.

Zhou Yun was no Kain. He wouldn't abandon his own believers, would he?

But how exactly to achieve this?

Gao Song pondered. The best solution was to make Zhou Yun an Eldar god as well.

Only two positions in the Eldar Pantheon suited Zhou Yun.

One was the God of Craftsmanship, Val. His domain aligned with Zhou Yun's cruel artistry.

The other was the Death God, Inard. His domain aligned with Zhou Yun's domain of corruption and destruction.

But the problem was, Val still dwelled within Slaanesh's belly—his divine seat was effectively usurped by Slaanesh.

Gao Song's only remaining option was the Death God, Inard.

He raised His voice, channeling His authority and the power of the chant.

The chant's power was to make similar causes yield similar effects.

Zhou Yun had placed Incani into the fourth-dimensional pocket and devoured all of Incani's essence.

And since Incani is the embodiment and perception of Inard, Incani is equivalent to Inard,

Zhou Yun consuming Incani is equivalent to Zhou Yun completely consuming Inard,

everything of Inard—past, power, and divine position—dissolves into Zhou Yun.

Before Xigaoqi appeared the fate of the Spirit Clan; He let out a mocking laugh,

as His laughter and incantation echoed, the predetermined fate of the Spirit Clan changed,

countless acts that were clearly done by Inard were replaced with Doraemon.

He silently arrived at the Spirit Clan's Pantheon, lifted the crown that once belonged to Asuyan from atop His own head, and stood beside Zhou Yun,

"Your Majesty, the heavens have grown cold."

"Let this jester add a yellow robe for you."

(End of Chapter)