Chapter 219: Little He, Uncle Is Waiting for You, Uncle Forgives You

The broken walls of Angel Fortress cast long shadows beneath the hazy starlight, shrouding Cobbrow within them,

He directed the Sanguinary Priests, the new recruits, and the mortals as they dealt with the gene-thieves' corpses on the ground,

Cobbrow had obtained the Great Angel's permission to study the mutations occurring within these corpses,

He, Lord Zhou Yun, and that group of mortals had all heard the words the gene-thieves spoke before dying,

The Shepherd of Wolves has returned!

This sentence caused cold sweat to break out all over Cobbrow, especially when Lord Zhou Yun and the Great Angel who descended from the sky locked gazes, Cobbrow was terrified.

Yet, whether in soul or blood, Cobbrow shared a resonance with the Great Angel

Without a doubt, that was the Great Angel,

Cobbrow was deeply troubled, but still carefully used his psychic power to shield the mortals' memories of the three words "Shepherd of Wolves,"

He could not let what had happened here become known to others.

Cobbrow could not help but raise his head, looking at the two figures—one large, one small—on top of the wall,

The Great Angel, whose height exceeded that of two mortals combined, hung his wings low as he walked along the wall together with that Lord Zhou Yun; the setting sun likewise stretched their shadows long and long

Cobbrow was astonished to discover that the two figures' shadows seemed to writhe, presenting entirely different scenes,

Within the shadow extending from Lord Zhou Yun, a hazy, indistinct blue cat stood tall,

And within the shadow extending from the Great Angel, Cobbrow saw the Spirit of Vengeance, saw Horus, saw the Great Angel's lowered corpse, saw death.

Finally, the two shadows slowly merged together, as if Zhou Yun's shadow were gradually dragging Sanguinius's shadow into itself.

Cobbrow shivered, as if everything he had just witnessed were merely an illusory hallucination,

Zhou Yun and Sanguinius merely walked calmly along the wall, conversing quietly about something.

Sanguinius walked ahead of Zhou Yun; the warm sunlight spilled over his golden hair, making the silver ornaments between the strands shine brilliantly, while the wings on his back flickered with a faint glow, as if they too had been forged from white silver.

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【Item Name: Feather of Sanguinius】

【Origin: Baal-Sanguinius Chicken Wing】

【Description: A single feather of Sanguinius, roughly the length of a Space Marine's arm, stained with a certain Warp power, capable of burning demons, banishing the evil forces of the High Heavens, and bringing a measure of good fortune.】

【Production Date: 999. M41】

【Status: Freshly Plucked】

【Value: 26,000】

Twenty-six thousand? Zhou Yun could not resist reaching out and plucking another one.

"..." Sanguinius turned his head, staring fixedly at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun's expression did not change; under Sanguinius's gaze, he plucked another one.

Sanguinius sighed, abruptly twisting his body to hide his wings behind his back.

"Little He, don't be so stingy."

Zhou Yun, without batting an eye, stuffed the Feather of Sanguinius he had just plucked into his four-dimensional pocket:

"Uncle's just taking a few of your feathers, isn't he? The nearly one and a half billion Uncle paid out for you, I haven't even pressed you to pay it back yet."

"... I am not Horus." Sanguinius sighed softly, his gaze somewhat complicated.

"It's fine, Little He, Uncle doesn't mind."

"Just be honest with Uncle."

"Uncle is waiting for you, Uncle forgives you!"

Hearing this, Sanguinius fell into a deathly silence; he clenched his fists, his gaze twitching as he looked at Zhou Yun,

His face written all over with the urge to throw a punch at Zhou Yun.

"Use the Right-Wrong Divinator to check." Sanguinius sighed softly: "I'll cover the cost of the item"

Without Sanguinius needing to say so, Zhou Yun had already planned to do exactly that,

But since someone was willing to pay, naturally he would not refuse.

"Nine hundred thousand." Zhou Yun said with an expression that brooked no negotiation.

"Didn't you still have chances left from last time's rental?"

Sanguinius's expression twisted slightly, but he still sighed and said:

"The Chapter's collection in the secret dungeon, take whatever you want."

"That's generous, Little He! I knew your Sons of Horus were more generous than the Blood Angels." Zhou Yun said with a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Sanguinius's face twitched slightly once again.

Zhou Yun reached his hand into the four-dimensional pocket and pulled out the remaining chances from the last divination.

"The one standing beside me, this existence I resurrected, is the former Ninth Legion's Primarch Sanguinius."

Zhou Yun placed the Right-Wrong Divinator on the wall, deliberated over his words for a moment, then spoke to the blue cross and red ring before him.

The instant Zhou Yun's words fell, the red ring bounced up.

"You see." Sanguinius put on a somewhat innocent look, pointing at the red ring floating in mid-air as he spoke.

The red ring meant that what Zhou Yun had just said was absolutely correct; the one standing beside Zhou Yun was indeed Sanguinius.

But Zhou Yun could not help but raise his eyebrows slightly,

The winged figure in the white light was not Sanguinius, yet the one Zhou Yun had resurrected was Sanguinius

"Shouldn't you explain this clearly to me?" Zhou Yun said, fiddling with the link to Sanguinius deep within his consciousness.

"..." Sanguinius's expression twitched slightly, his face full of discomfort: "This shouldn't have happened..."

"Your consciousness entering my body shouldn't have triggered rejection... I am now equivalent to your Daemon Primarch; my essence should have already merged with your existence."

"But you have not yet clearly recognized your own Warp essence; you are resisting yourself, and along with it, you are resisting my essence as well..."

"I am not a god." Hearing Saint-Gilles say he was his own Daemon Primarch, Zhou Yun's brows couldn't help but furrow.

"See, see." Saint-Gilles wore an expression of "just as I thought."

"Let's not talk about my problems first; let's talk about yours."

Zhou Yun noticed Saint-Gilles was changing the subject:

"What exactly is the situation with those Tyranids?"

"Why were you not Saint-Gilles before you resurrected, yet became Saint-Gilles after you did?"

"What is Horus's situation now? When Dorn scraped your corpse with that little shovel back then, did he not scrape it clean?"

"Explaining this is very complex." Saint-Gilles shook his head slightly: "After returning to the material universe and resurrecting, my self-awareness strengthened, and I subsequently fully awakened my Warp essence, allowing me to understand many things."

"I am Saint-Gilles, and the winged figure in the Bai Guang you once saw was also me. That is part of my Warp essence, the me that was never born in the material universe, and also a Warp existence born because of me."

"The reason I am connected to Horus is that the birth of my essence is intimately related to Horus."

"Can you understand? It is that the essence existed first, then Saint-Gilles, and also that Saint-Gilles existed first before the Warp essence was born."

Listening to Saint-Gilles's circular talk, Zhou Yun furrowed his brows even tighter.

Noticing Zhou Yun's tightly furrowed brows, Saint-Gilles sighed slightly: "I cannot truly explain all this to you."

"When you were in the Aegis of the Underworld, you had already partially corrupted me, and on Baal, you resurrected me, which caused my Warp essence to be half-submerged in your Warp essence."

"The link between our essences is now too deep."

"If I forcibly explain or instill this knowledge in you, it might deepen your resistance to my essence, which could cause problems for me, or simply cause your Warp essence to awaken excessively, leading to a rampage like when Hua Di Huang realized he was the Dark King back then."

Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow; he vaguely felt he had grasped a clue in Saint-Gilles's words, yet it was as if he had grasped nothing at all.

"... Perhaps I should let you solve this problem yourself; coincidentally, I also need your help..." Saint-Gilles spoke slowly.

"... You want me to work overtime?" Fear instantly appeared on Zhou Yun's face, and he suddenly pulled away from Saint-Gilles,

the image of the old man Dante instantly surfacing in Zhou Yun's mind,

for Dante was the result of being forcibly dragged into overtime by Saint-Gilles.

If he complied, Zhou Yun might end up living days like Dante's in the future; it was too miserable.

"I can only entrust this matter to you."

Saint-Gilles sighed lightly:

"As you can see, those Genestealers can induce the Black Rage in my sons."

"In the entire Angel Fortress, only you and Mortarion, who has already overcome the Black Rage, have the ability to go to their settlement."

"Rest assured, those Tyranids pose no threat to you and Mortarion."

"Of course, do not resist yet. I am pondering something that will bring you great benefit, but I have not yet conceived how to do it. I will tell you after you return."

The wariness in Zhou Yun's eyes did not diminish; wasn't this purely painting a pie in the sky?

"I will reveal one thing to you; it will be related to Ji Li Man." A smile curved Saint-Gilles's lips, as if he had thought of something happy.

"Related to Ji Li Man?"

Zhou Yun cast a slightly strange look at Saint-Gilles:

"At least tell me what problem has arisen with those Tyranids? What exactly is inside the Scarab Fortress that requires me and Mortarion to deal with?"

Hearing this, Saint-Gilles nodded slightly; he glanced toward the vast desert in the distance, his gaze seeming to fall upon the Scarab Fortress deep within the wasteland.

"... The Hive Mind attempted to obtain my gene-sequence; however, units created using only a gene-sequence are at best biological weapons slightly stronger than the Ordo Malleus Envoys, not worth the Hive Mind consuming such vast biomass to attack Baal."

"The Scarab Fortress occupied by the Genestealers is actually the capital of Baal's former alien race, the first race to worship my Warp essence."

"Using the alien relics within the Scarab Fortress, combined with their own faith, through a series of deliberate imitations and rituals, they created an individual in the Warp named Scarab Saint-Gilles. This is not a separate existence, but one that relies both on faith in me and on the Hive Mind..."

"The Hive Mind's original intention was to use this so-called Scarab Saint-Gilles to devour my essence and finally stuff it into a new unit it cultivated using the gene-sequence. In fact, Scarab Saint-Gilles did indeed occupy a small part of my essence."

Speaking here, Saint-Gilles's voice paused slightly, becoming somewhat low:

"After the Hive Mind's control was weakened, that so-called Scarab Saint-Gilles, under the Genestealers' madness, the Warp echoes produced by my resurrection, and the trend of faith in the Black Angels over tens of thousands of years, became a more independent and insane existence."

"He is the part of my essence closer to erosion and destruction, the afterimage of the Black Angels in Baal's ancient legends, the echo of death..."

"... He is my Black Rage, the reflection of Horus within my essence."

(End of Chapter)