Chapter 210: Patching It Up Is No Longer Possible

Zhou Yun suddenly choked the convulsing Mephiston by the neck,

his fingers gently pressing down on the mechanized device.

"Anti-Psychic Suppression Amplification Collar."

A low humming sound instantly emanated from Zhou Yun's fingers; a faintly glowing field released from the center of his palm, clearly suppressing the psychic power on Mephiston's body.

The Anti-Psychic Suppression Amplification Collar was an ancient technological artifact discovered during the Great Crusade era; the one Zhou Yun replicated was a collection of the Blood Angels Librarium, a version manufactured ten thousand years ago after the Council of Nikaea to suppress psykers.

The reason Zhou Yun replicated this thing was to deal with Warp power.

Even for a powerful psyker like Mephiston, the Warp power on his body was suddenly calmed down significantly in an instant.

The pain of the suppressed Warp power stimulated Mephiston; his psychic energy immediately trembled, and he instinctively tried to break free from the restraint.

A low growl issued from Mephiston's throat, and various unnecessary syllables bubbled out of his mouth.

"Black Angel, Dark Angel," Mephiston murmured a few times as if dreaming, then suddenly widened his eyes.

"Awake? Get to work!" Zhou Yun let go and set Mephiston down.

Mephiston quickly glanced around, seeing Sanguinius and the Flesh Tearers struggling to fall, and seeing the Warp rift tearing open not far away.

At the same time, his Warp vision could see a rift spanning the Real and the Warp, could see the reflection of Baal in the Warp covered in blood, and could see a ferocious crimson giant god attempting to invade Baal.

"Good!" Mephiston, almost without hesitation, immediately began chanting the incantation to open Sanguinius's sarcophagus.

Sanguinius's sarcophagus was layered with protection by generations of Blood Angels artisans and Librarians; without chanting the incantation correctly, it could not be opened quickly.

Roars filled with anger sounded from the Warp rift behind Zhou Yun; amidst the hazy flickering, countless demons seemed to wriggle within.

Blood Angels, their bodies burning with flames, surged out, and with them surged a group of Astartes wearing power armor woven from brass and blood-red.

World Eater Berserkers, the Astartes Legion that had once betrayed humanity and the Emperor, submitting to the will of the Blood God.

They let out savage and angry roars, lunging violently at Zhou Yun and Mephiston; the smell of machine oil produced by the whirring chainswords and chainsaxes filled the sacred tomb.

Zhou Yun could perceive the anger and blasphemy emanating from the machine spirits of those chain weapons; the weapons themselves had also been corrupted by the power of the Blood God.

But at the instant those chains approached Zhou Yun, the mechanical operating speed still slowed down.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhou Yun took out the famous sword Dian Guang Wan; the toy sword flashing with pale golden light easily blocked the attacks of several World Eater Berserkers.

Facing the dazzling blade lights waved from Zhou Yun's hand, the World Eaters let out roars full of anger.

Yet their chain weapons could not touch Zhou Yun in the slightest no matter what.

Among these berserkers, some did not wear helmets; their ferocious faces were exposed to the air, with cables like wires wrapped around their heads.

Once to get closer to their gene-father, the World Eaters also implanted Butcher's Nails into themselves; after ten thousand years, implanting Butcher's Nails had become a ritual for the World Eaters, a way to train new recruits.

These imitations of ancient technological artifacts would pierce into the victim's brain, stimulating their anger and rage, depriving them of all other normal emotions; only in battle and slaughter could they gain a tiny bit of positive feedback, slightly escaping the pain brought by this terrible machine.

Zhou Yun waved the famous sword Dian Guang Wan to gently deflect the chainsword of a World Eater Berserer, while the mechanized device in his other hand pressed the button on the Spear of Victory not far away.

Zhou Yun instantly threw the famous sword Dian Guang Wan into the air; a sharp, unstoppable energy field appeared on his right hand, rippling with faint golden light.

Screech——————

The sharpness replicated from the Spear of Victory easily pierced the chest of the World Eater Berserer; the power field directly burned his internal organs to ash.

Just then, a squadron composed of Blood Angels attempted to bypass Zhou Yun and charge directly toward the golden sarcophagus of Sanguinius ahead.

Zhou Yun did not give them this chance.

The Fourth-Dimensional Pocket suddenly shook; more than ten ancient meltaguns Zhou Yun had swiped from the Librarium collection flew out; the superpower hat on Zhou Yun's head waved mechanical hands, and powerful telekinesis directly controlled these terrifying meltagun weapons simultaneously.

An atomic oscillation sound rang out, and scorching plasma heat beams sprayed forth.

Meltaguns were relatively poor in range and accuracy, but under Zhou Yun's almost guaranteed aim, this was not a problem at all.

Those dozen or so Blood Angels attempting to bypass Zhou Yun were instantly burned to ash and vanished on the spot.

The muzzle of the meltagun then turned toward those World Eater Berserkers; the scorching meltagun light was far more lethal than laser beams; even the World Eater Berserkers who had endured the power of Khorne could not withstand it.

"It's done!!" Mephiston suddenly turned his head and shouted at Zhou Yun.

He roared, waving the silver steel blade in his hand; numerous blade lights violating the laws of physics flashed through the tomb, slicing several berserkers attempting to surround them into pieces.

At the same time, the two brass halos constantly circling in the half-air slowly stopped operating; the stasis field suddenly ceased operation.

Molten gold fell from the half-air, as if golden blood fell upon the earth, spreading into a faint golden pool on the ground, flowing down the stairs.

In an instant, both the sons of Sanguinius and the World Eater Berserkers held their breath.

As the golden liquid fell and slowly solidified on the ground, a face so handsome it made one involuntarily hold their breath appeared before everyone's eyes.

It was a face overflowing with holy light, covered by hair strands stained with molten gold, shrouded by a headscarf woven from fine golden chains; his eyes were tightly closed, his head tilted, solemn and grave, as if he had merely fallen into a deep and eternal sleep.

The beauty of that face deeply shocked the soul of everyone present; even the angry World Eater Berserkers could not help but tremble at it, and without hesitation believed it to be the son of the gods, the radiance of the gods, the incarnation of the gods on earth.

Because that face could only be carved by the hands of a true god; it was a beauty that reality could hardly contain.

But heartbreaking was that the owner of this handsome face was already dead; his holy face was full of scars and traces of repair, foreshadowing what kind of pain he had once suffered.

His body hung soft and powerless between the scarlet granite; the golden armor inlaid with various gems was shattered, pure bloodstones and adamantine turned into fragments, and the Eye of Terra inlaid on his chest was also covered in cracks.

The flesh beneath the armor was even more horrifying; scars covered it, and the bones seemed to have all been torn apart.

Presumably, the Blood Angels of ten thousand years ago used every method to try to repair their father's corpse, but the damage on this body was too severe, and the power of the murderer also seemed to still remain on it across ten thousand years.

Looking at that corpse, Zhou Yun seemed to see the sons of Sanguinius trying again and again to repair their father's broken and shattered bones, piecing together the corpse of their gene-father like a puzzle time and time again; every failure would bear heart-wrenching pain, and every failure would bring sorrow and tears.

Yet in the end, they could only be buried in this posture.

How pitiful, the sons of Sanguinius!

"You are thinking of something very rude, aren't you?" the winged figure in the Bai Guang could not help but say.

Unlike Zhou Yun's expectation, Mephiston, looking at this scene, trembled all over.

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

The scent of blood overflowed from the remains of Sanguinius, stimulating the nerves of the sons of Sanguinius and the World Eater Berserkers present.

It also stimulated the entities within the Warp rift.

In an instant, angry roars filled with rage sounded; that Warp rift also became more ferocious, and the scenery within became clearer.

A towering grassland warrior was wielding a silver-bright saber, fighting eight bloodthirsty demons; Astartes warriors clad in white power armor clashed with Bloodletters and World Eaters berserkers.

Some within those white power armor raised ancient staves high, beast skulls hanging from the staves; as they chanted, countless storms howled, swirling around the body of that most massive Daemon Prince.

Khorne Daemon Primarch, Angron.

Angron, raging, struggled to break free from the white power armor warriors' blockade, roaring ferociously as he tried to enter the material realm; more than half his body had nearly drilled out of the Warp rift.

"No!" Mortarion cried out in alarm. He cleaved a path with a decisive strike, reached the Warp rift, raised the silver-steel longsword in his hand, and summoned his own vast psychic power into a torrent to block the rift.

Even with the aid of those white power armor warriors, Mortarion still felt immense pressure.

The power of the Daemon Primarch was simply too overwhelming. Moreover, it was not only the Daemon Primarch invading the material realm.

Eight World Eaters berserkers, their bodies wreathed in blood qi, heads and bestial limbs exposed, brimming with demonic power and half-fused with the weapons in their hands, roared as they entered the material realm.

Eight-Bound: World Eaters berserkers possessed by eight demons.

These barbaric warriors would be bound by Apothecaries within Eight-Bound cages, connected by various complex probes and needles to their Butcher's Nails, and subjected to a blasphemous Warp ritual.

Afterwards, no one would know what these warriors endured within the cages. When the Eight-Bound cages were opened, some turned into filthy flesh, some into Chaos eggs, and some simply vanished. Those who survived became symbiotic with eight demons, transforming into the terrifying Eight-Bound—a Warp version of blind-box gambling.

Those whose souls completely merged with the eight demons became the God-Venerable Eight-Bound. Clearly, eight God-Venerable Eight-Bound had burst forth from the Warp.

They immediately lunged at Zhou Yun. Their razor-sharp chainsaw weapons swung down against Zhou Yun with unstoppable force. Zhou Yun grunted, and meltaguns behind him fired at the Eight-Bound.

Yet the God-Venerable Eight-Bound, fused with eight demons, clearly possessed greater physical strength. Their rage-filled demonic bodies and heavy power armor seemed to resist the howling meltagun fire to some extent.

Screech!!! Chainsword blades roared. Dozens of Flesh Hounds howled as they joined the fray, blocking the Eight-Bound's attacks for Zhou Yun.

Madness flickered in their eyes; they were nearly half-lost to the Black Rage.

Sanguinius's expression twisted, almost to the point of pain. He wielded his chainsword to help Zhou Yun drive back the nearest God-Venerable Eight-Bound.

Freed from the Eight-Bound, Zhou Yun focused his mind, gathered his attention, and vanished from his spot in the blink of an eye, reappearing beside Sanguinius's remains.

Zhou Yun reached into his four-dimensional pocket and pulled out a bundle cloth woven with clock patterns.

(End of this chapter)