Chapter 230

Zhou Yun was probably wrong.

He had always said that since arriving in the Warhammer universe, the only things that had hurt him were Khârn's axe and Baal's wine.

But he had forgotten that there was one other thing in the Hive that had hurt him.

Trains, the swaying monorail trains in the Hive.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the one leading from the Elytra Fortress to the so-called "Davin" was also this kind of train.

In the eyes of that group of crazy Genestealers, they were riding a starship.

But in Zhou Yun's eyes, this was just a crude monorail train leading to a satellite city near the Elytra Fortress.

This train swayed, clearly built by the Genestealers before.

Although Zhou Yun, wearing the Phantom Thief DX suit, wouldn't be troubled by his old problem of motion sickness, recalling the feeling at that time, it was as if he had been struck painfully again.

Zhou Yun rubbed his head with some discomfort, although this had no effect; his real hand and real head were separated by several layers.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable with Warp travel?" A low voice sounded behind Zhou Yun.

In the eyes of the Genestealers, they weren't on an orbital train, but were conducting Warp travel.

"The Warp travel I've experienced is as much as the brain of the Iron Hands Primarch and the meat inside their Dreadnoughts."

Zhou Yun answered almost immediately.

He had never experienced any Warp travel, just as the Iron Hands Primarch Ferrus Manus had no brain, and there was no meat inside the Dreadnought.

"... Strange metaphor." The person behind Zhou Yun walked slowly to his side.

Zhou Yun turned his head and found it was that Genestealer Horus.

It already looked somewhat like the Horus of the past, only the armor on its body was entirely covered by the chitinous carapace that had grown out of itself.

Of course, it only looked somewhat like him.

It didn't have the terrifying feeling that only a Primarch possessed; that feeling wasn't brought by the flesh body, but by those deeper things hidden beneath the Primarch's material shell.

"I am curious."

Genestealer Horus looked at Zhou Yun from top to bottom and said softly:

"Why did my brother Sanguinius send you here to protect me?"

Sent me to kill you, Zhou Yun said in his heart, but at the same time, he also sensed something strange; why did this Genestealer suddenly ask this question?

It had clearly accepted Zhou Yun's existence before...

"To express concern between brothers." Zhou Yun said sincerely: "To celebrate you becoming Warmaster."

His fingers also brushed slightly over the Hot-Acting Clapperboard & Robot Director.

Genestealer Horus was silent for a moment, then asked: "Is it Erebus?"

In an instant, the air became silent, and the two stood in the carriage looking at each other.

Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.

This was different from the correct history; this fake Horus had actually sensed the problem with Erebus?

This was somewhat unusual.

"My sons might think you are mocking them."

"But I sensed it; you were mocking Erebus and me at that time."

Genestealer Horus's eyes carried some anger, staring fixedly at Zhou Yun:

"Tell me, did Erebus deceive me? Did Temba not betray?"

"At least on this matter, he didn't lie to you." Zhou Yun said softly.

He pushed down the cap on his head, and a smile couldn't help but curl at the corner of his mouth.

He had underestimated this group of Genestealers; although their bodies were alien, their spirits and behaviors were the Luna Wolves from ten thousand years ago.

Especially the Horus before him, an echo of a Primarch's spirit and behavior.

Horus was one of the best among the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's sons; even just an echo was equally extraordinary.

"Tell me, what kind of mission did Sanguinius actually give you?" Horus asked in a low voice.

"If I tell you, will you let others go kill Temba?" Zhou Yun asked, knowing the answer.

"Does it have to do with Temba? No, I won't."

Fake Horus shook his head:

"I won't let others remove the stain on my honor."

"Even if there might be traps or dangers there?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I am a Primarch, the continuation of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's genetic sequence, the son of the Master of Mankind."

Horus laughed out loud upon hearing this; all anger seemed to dissipate in the laughter.

"I am Horus, I am the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's first-returned son, I am the Warmaster chosen by my father; no trap or danger can defeat me!"

He patted Zhou Yun on the shoulder and said calmly:

"Or does Sanguinius suspect that my shoulders are too weak to carry my own honor?"

"If there is such a moment, I will gift the title of Warmaster to him and let him sit in this position."

"Son of Sanguinius, you can judge with your own eyes; I give you this power."

With that, Horus left Zhou Yun's side.

Zhou Yun shrugged slightly.

He had long expected this result; no one could stop Horus from going to kill Temba himself.

Even telling Horus that it was a trap wouldn't work.

In history, Loken had also warned Horus, and it was hard to say that the Horus in history hadn't sensed the problem with Erebus at all.

But Horus chose the fighting style that had been talked about by countless people for ten thousand years.

Out of honor, and also out of other emotions.

After Horus became Warmaster, he wasn't recognized by everyone.

In his eyes, some people, like Lion and Guilliman, were jealous of this position.

Lion always felt he was the eldest son, and Guilliman was always ambitious.

In Horus's eyes, Warmaster wasn't just honor and power.

It was the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, a father's affirmation of his son, proving that in the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's heart, Horus was the most excellent son, an affirmation of his status as the first-returned son.

He could discard power and enemies, but he couldn't bear to have his father's affirmation taken away.

So he didn't allow himself to retreat; even knowing there were dangers and traps, he still chose the most honorable fighting style.

Mephiston, disguised as an Ogryn, approached silently and stood by Zhou Yun's side.

"Lord Zhou Yun, what happened?" Mephiston asked in a low voice.

"... Nothing, just heard a longing for a father's affirmation from ten thousand years ago, longing so much that he feared other brothers would take half of it away."

Zhou Yun pushed down the cap on his head, shrugged, and said:

"Seriously, Mephiston, although many people treat Primarchs as gods or extensions of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's divinity, they are actually far closer to humans than people imagine."

"Even many childish traits that only humans have, not only haven't weakened in them, but have actually become prominent."

Remember that Garviel Loken in history once said: Primarchs are like a collection of various human traits.

He indeed had a pair of eyes that could discover the truth.

Mephiston was slightly taken aback upon hearing this and asked hesitantly: "Including Sanguinius?"

"Of course, including him." Zhou Yun nodded and said.

Mephiston just wanted to speak, but at this moment, the entire train stopped, and a Genestealer settlement appeared outside the carriage.

"Warmaster, Davin's moon has arrived." Zhou Yun said with a smile curling at his lips.

Boom!!

The melta pistol shattered a Genestealer's head.

Zhou Yun stepped into the swamp, boredly killing the Genestealers in this settlement with his melta pistol.

This entire settlement was soaked in a strange swamp, and the Genestealers within kept launching attacks on Zhou Yun and the Luna Wolf Genestealers like a group of brainless zombies.

But at least in Zhou Yun's eyes, they were just a group of ordinary Genestealers.

In history, Davin's moon was indeed corrupted by Nurgle, full of plague zombies.

But the Genestealers here seemed to just think they were plague zombies.

How miserable, other Genestealers thought they were Blood Angels or Luna Wolves; this group of unlucky guys thought they were plague zombies.

While pondering, Zhou Yun waded through the swamp.

The entire Luna Wolf Genestealer team was divided into two teams, launching attacks from two directions.

Abaddon, Horus, and Little Horus were in one team.

Zhou Yun and Captain Loken were in the other team.

Zhou Yun felt indifferent about this; he only intended to slack off until Horus was near death and Erebus resurrected him.

After that, Zhou Yun would stuff the fake Horus and the Dark Angel inhabiting his body into the four-dimensional pocket together.

Boom!!!

The melta flame was as bright as the sun in the darkness.

There was one problem that made Zhou Yun feel slightly annoyed; this group of Genestealers were hard to distinguish.

Whether it was Luna Wolf Genestealers or plague zombie Genestealers, in Zhou Yun's eyes, there was actually no difference, only that the Luna Wolf Genestealers' chitinous carapaces were thicker.

It was easy to hit the Luna Wolf Genestealers if he couldn't tell them apart.

Suddenly, Zhou Yun's instinct sensed someone approaching him from behind.

He turned around quickly, not slowed down much even though he was in the swamp.

A Genestealer was moving between the buildings behind him, approaching Zhou Yun quickly.

Zhou Yun's voice moved slightly, and his whole body arrived in front of this Genestealer in the blink of an eye, the melta pistol in his hand about to pull the trigger, and then...

"Oh, it's Captain Loken."

Zhou Yun identified it as Genestealer Loken only after getting close, almost slipping and firing.

"I accidentally took you for a zombie..."

Genestealer Loken lowered his head slightly, his gaze staring fixedly at Zhou Yun.

Then, Genestealer Loken launched an attack on Zhou Yun fiercely; he slashed at Zhou Yun with the back of his sickle claws.

Zhou Yun shrugged; he had used the acceleration gear in advance, and this Genestealer Loken's speed was very slow in his eyes.

"Pfft ah!!!!"

Loken didn't see Zhou Yun's movements clearly at all, only feeling a heavy punch to his stomach, falling into the sticky swamp.

In his eyes, two scenes were strangely intertwined constantly.

In one scene, he was an Astartes, a warrior of the Luna Wolves.

In the other scene, he was an alien, a bug with claws and a chitinous carapace.

But in either scene, the Loken reflected in the eyes of the man before him was an ugly alien.

"In your eyes, am I, or should I say we, very similar to this group of living corpses?"

"Just like an ugly, deformed bug?"

(End of chapter)