Chapter 476: The Regent Scrapes the Bone to Cure Poison, Showing No Fear

When his fingers touched Lota La Salin's cold skin, Kain's inner void was no longer empty—it surged with intense, unbearable guilt.

Since the Great Betrayal, faced with Angron, utterly reduced to a Blood God slave, faced with the failed rebellion, faced with hopeless vengeance, Kain drowned in rage, trying to fill the black hollow within him with fury.

Eventually, he nearly lost all reason, becoming a chainsword through which the Blood God wielded his will—like Angron, he abandoned his duty as Legion leader, letting the World Eaters crumble into ruin.

After that, Lota La Salin and the Conqueror vanished into the galaxy.

Perhaps Kain believed he could not save Captain Salin, and thus dared not board the Conqueror again; perhaps the Blood God's will refused to let Kain reunite with the Conqueror. Either way, for ten thousand years, Kain never saw Captain Salin again.

As vengeance once again became possible, rage was suppressed by Lao Mu and Saint Doraemon; seeing Salin tortured by Airebas to this state, Kain's guilt surged forth, impossible to restrain.

"Sorry." Kain spoke these words for the first time since being driven into the Butcher's Nail: "I should have returned sooner."

"I can… feel… you… all along… for ten thousand years…"

Salin's words were fragmented; her spirit seemed unclear.

"Your rage… your pain… your hollow… Kain… my brother."

"Yours and Angron's… both…"

But Kain understood her words.

For ten thousand years, Lota La Salin, fused with the Conqueror, had always sensed Kain and Angron's presence—they had shaped the Legion, and the Conqueror was its vessel; they had always maintained some connection with the Conqueror.

All of Kain's rage, pain, and hollow these ten thousand years—the Conqueror knew; Lota La Salin knew.

This left the World Eater speechless.

Zhou Yun walked slowly to Kain and Lota La Salin's side at this moment.

Though interrupting their reunion of old friends spoiled the mood, Zhou Yun felt this was the right time for him to appear.

"My lord, I beg you." Kain bowed his head, knelt on one knee, and placed the Blood Son between Zhou Yun and himself: "I humbly pray to you."

Seeing Kain's posture, Zhou Yun was momentarily speechless.

He remembered their first meeting, before Saint Guilliman's meat grinder.

Back then, Kain was one of the most difficult opponents Zhou Yun had ever faced; had Angras not betrayed him and held Kain back, Zhou Yun would have killed him outright.

But Zhou Yun had never harbored ill will toward Kain—he merely thought, "The veteran lives up to his reputation."

Now, Kain praying to him like this made Zhou Yun feel awkward, uncomfortable—he was not a god.

"What are you praying for? I'm not a god." Zhou Yun shrugged, but he did not refuse Kain's plea.

Zhou Yun carefully observed Lota La Salin's condition.

First, the eightfold shackles around her neck.

Eight, by numerology—clearly, Airebas had used the Blood God's power to forge a blasphemous spell binding Salin's soul. Zhou Yun did not understand these warp things.

Second, Salin's original state: she was fully fused with the Conqueror—she was the Conqueror, the Conqueror was her. This state was hard to separate, yet unnecessary to separate; it was not inherently bad. Zhou Yun could use the power of the Malicious Arts Domain to let Lota La Salin move freely within the Conqueror, rather than being confined to the Command Throne—indeed, after ten thousand years, Salin herself had adapted and could freely let her will roam the ship.

Third, the Conqueror's problem—the most difficult. Over ten thousand years, the Conqueror had been pickled by the Blood God; Lota La Salin had been utterly corrupted. With only the power of the Malicious Arts Domain Zhou Yun possessed, it might take three to four weeks, consuming great strength, to expel the Blood God's influence without harming the Conqueror or Lota La Salin.

Zhou Yun fell silent, pondered a solution, then had an idea.

He reached out, patted Kain's shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

"I shall save your captain," Zhou Yun said to Kain.

Then, under Kain's bewildered gaze, Zhou Yun drew from his fourth-dimensional pocket a power sword glowing with black radiance.

It was a black blade—one of ten forged from the shards of Sigismund's old black sword, reforged in the furnace.

Kain recognized it at once—the weapon of his former chain-brother and eternal rival.

But Kain did not understand why Sigismund's blade was needed to save Salin.

"Captain Salin is ill, corrupted by the Blood God. The root lies in the warp. Without removing the corruption, Malicious Arts are useless."

"I have a method: first, use the black blade to cut open Lota La Salin's chest, extract the corruption, then eradicate it." "Huh?" Kain did not comprehend Zhou Yun's meaning.

"The Chosen once heard of Guilliman's wound from Fulgrim's poisoned blade, cutting his neck. I scraped the bone to cure the poison—Guilliman showed no fear."

"Now, your captain suffers a minor ailment—why hesitate?"

"Bring me my blade!"

Before Kain could grasp Zhou Yun's meaning, Zhou Yun gripped the black sword and thrust it into Lota La Salin's chest.

Captain Salin's body shuddered, emitting a piercing scream; her life force drained rapidly. In an instant, her pupils dilated, her body cooled, her head tilted, and she died.

With Lota La Salin's death, the eight chains around her neck shattered.

Simultaneously, the entire Conqueror convulsed violently and moaned, as if about to collapse. Countless crew members—born and raised aboard for hundreds of generations, nearly inhuman—let out piercing, shrill cries, weeping uncontrollably, mourning Salin's loss.

Some even began prayers and lamentations, as if holding a funeral for their captain.

But their weeping, prayers, and lamentations ceased abruptly; their expressions turned confused, bewildered.

Like a funeral halfway through, the coffin suddenly rose into the air, the photo on it speaking: "I have ascended as a soul cultivator."

Zhou Yun withdrew the black sword. The wound in Lota La Salin's chest sealed instantly; her shattered, broken lower body reformed. The steel cables fused to her flesh detached one by one.

This did not mean Lota La Salin had separated from the Conqueror—she and the Conqueror remained one. But with Zhou Yun's Malicious Arts Domain power, she no longer needed to be confined to the Command Throne.

This was Zhou Yun's solution. After all, he did not possess only the Malicious Arts Domain.

He also had the Corrosion and Destruction Domain the Emperor had given him.

Since Airebas's bindings were hard to remove, simply kill Lota La Salin—death naturally breaks them.

The Blood God's corruption was the same: a soul revived by Zhou Yun was equivalent to being corrupted and controlled by him. Zhou Yun simply overwrote the Blood God's corruption with his own Corrosion and Destruction Domain.

Lota La Salin drew a deep, ragged breath, stunned and bewildered as her lungs filled with air. She realized she was no longer fused with the Command Throne—she had regained her normal, mortal body. It was a sensation she had not felt in ten thousand years.

She trembled, trying to rise, but weakness and disorientation flooded her body.

Though Zhou Yun had removed Airebas's shackles, severed her physical link to the Conqueror, and overwritten Khorne's corruption, Lota La Salin's soul remained frail; she had not used her own body for ten thousand years—she was utterly unaccustomed.

As she nearly collapsed, a bare arm gently supported her back.

"Kain," Lota La Salin whispered weakly. She leaned against his arm, turning toward Zhou Yun.

But Zhou Yun did not wish to remain here, awkwardly caught between Kain and Lota La Salin—who he didn't know whether to call his lover or his non-blood mother—and he did not wish to endure their obvious worship, as if he were a god.

So Zhou Yun instantly teleported using his newly trained ability from the Superpower Training Box, vanishing from sight and reappearing beside Titus and Carian, leaving space for Kain and Lota La Salin.

Kain guessed Zhou Yun's intention—he was speechless.

Kain was not a man of words. Had it not been for the Butcher's Nail, he would barely express emotion at all. For a moment, he did not know what to say, what to explain—only stood silently beside the captain.

But Lota La Salin immediately gripped Kain's arm, her pale, weak face filled with urgency.

"Save him, Kain."

"Kosolax—go save Kosolax."

"Who?" Kain's expression went blank—he could not recall.

He had paid little attention to Kosolax. Kosolax had not been appointed by Kain a decade ago—he was one of the rare ones appointed by Angron. Kain had no memory of him. During the assault on the Conqueror, no one had cared about Kosolax. Now, with Salin's reminder, he could not recall who he was.

"He was… when you and Angron were gone…"

"He… he was the Legion's Regent."

(End of Chapter)