Chapter 233

"Right, right."

"I am Mephiston, I am the Lord of Death."

Listening to the words of this Genestealer Horus before him, Zhou Yun couldn't help but smile.

Although he didn't know why it and that Dark Angel didn't know of his existence, they clearly mistakenly thought he was Mephiston.

Genestealer Horus's expression stiffened slightly, seemingly realizing something instantly.

"You are not Mephiston? What kind of thing are you!"

But before Genestealer Horus's voice fell, Zhou Yun arrived before it in the blink of an eye.

Boom!!!!

The fist wearing the Superman glove collided with Genestealer Horus's claws, and Zhou Yun's other hand pressed the mechanizer without changing his expression.

His arm suddenly turned into liquid, wrapping around Genestealer Horus's arm like a snake.

This Genestealer Patriarch who had grown to the limit let out a muffled groan, his arm becoming withered in the blink of an eye, as if the moisture had been drawn out.

But this didn't matter————

Genestealer Horus's arm returned to its original state in the blink of an eye, powerful strength surging within its body.

It wasn't just the power of the parasitic demigod body cultivated by the Great Devourer; the Warp existence that was entrenched in the Warp, possessing only hatred, curses, and disgust, was blessing Genestealer Horus.

That was a collection of emotions toward Horus from countless living beings over ten thousand years.

They hated Horus, who had launched the Great Heresy, cursed the name of Horus Lupercal, and loathed his betrayal.

However, these things conversely gave Genestealer Horus power.

"I accept." It said in a low voice to that Warp existence.

The Dark Angel born from pure hatred had no true intelligence, but still made an instinctive response to Genestealer Horus.

Hatred sprouted in Genestealer Horus's heart; it let out a low roar, and the desire to burn everything rippled in its heart.

If it were to discuss the Eightfold Path of Chaos, that Dark Angel probably belonged to the domain of erosion and destruction.

In it, there was only fear that made one unable to maintain sanity, only a pure desire for destruction, only the impulse to grind everything into powder.

Yes, in the eyes of the masses over ten thousand years... Horus was a destroyer.

Genestealer Horus let out a roar, and a deep desire for destruction revealed itself from its body; a dark, deep, and crazy dark hallucination spread from it as the center.

As the Patriarch of the Genestealer clan, it was the core of the entire clan's spiritual link; the illusion it wove spread into the minds of all Genestealers.

The primitive and chaotic desire for destruction intertwined into an illusion, and roars sounded in the mouths of those Genestealers.

"Wolf God! Wolf God! Wolf God!!!"

Those Genestealers roared and rushed toward Zhou Yun, waves splashing in the muddy swamp for a time.

However, just at this moment, countless sword lights tore through the void, and the Genestealers closest to Zhou Yun were torn apart by wounds that appeared on reality itself.

An Ogryn over two meters tall rushed out from the ruins in the swamp at some point, guarding Zhou Yun's side.

Mephiston rushed to Zhou Yun's side.

In the previous plan, neither of them had expected Horus to overcome the cognitive distortion.

So Mephiston acted first, going to find the location that might be used to hold the Horus corruption ritual, intending to set up the next psychic teleportation trap, waiting for Horus to resurrect and then teleport him into Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket.

Who would have thought that this Genestealer Horus would overcome the cognitive distortion and reach an agreement with the Dark Angel in the Warp, with the two merging in a relatively equal way.

After receiving this news, Mephiston rushed here at almost the fastest speed.

Genestealer Horus noticed Mephiston, who had intervened, and its claws clenched into a hammer, swinging down fiercely toward Mephiston.

Mephiston reached out the silver steel longsword in his hand to block, but the huge impact force transmitted from the sword made Mephiston tremble all over.

He was actually suppressed by this Genestealer giant beast before him; this wasn't just suppression on the material level, but also suppression on the soul and spiritual level.

The Dark Angel that made up this giant beast was also born from Sanguinius's death, and was also a part of Sanguinius's Warp essence, the source of the Black Rage.

Mephiston even felt that layers of terrifying black feathers were slowly covering himself in the Warp.

"So you are Mephiston, actually disguised as an Ogryn?"

Mephiston's appearance made Genestealer Horus pause for a moment, then immediately confirmed through the perception in the Warp that this Ogryn before him was actually a son of Sanguinius, a powerful psychic.

Excluding the possibility that Sanguinius and some psychic mother Ogryn made a mistake and overcame reproductive isolation,

it could only be the real Lord of Death Mephiston disguised as an Ogryn.

However, Genestealer Horus just smiled contemptuously; the son of Sanguinius couldn't——————

"Nova Cannon."

Suddenly, Zhou Yun's voice sounded not far away, the whistling of subatomic particles echoing.

"What?!"

Genestealer Horus was startled, but only saw Zhou Yun's arm shoot out a scorching subatomic cannonball like a cannon barrel.

That was a Nova Cannon that could only be equipped on a Leman Russ tank.

Genestealer Horus instinctively wanted to dodge, but only saw Zhou Yun press the mechanizer after firing the subatomic cannonball.

A two-meter-wide force field was released from Zhou Yun's fingertips, instantly wrapping half of Genestealer Horus's body.

It was stuck in mid-air instantly; that was a stasis field——————

The subatomic cannonball whistled, and half of Genestealer Horus's body shattered and whistled.

This seven-or-eight-meter-tall giant beast let out a moan, dragging its half-shattered body, lifting its head grimly, and looking at Zhou Yun.

"Body turned into liquid nanobots to extract moisture?"

"Firing subatomic cannonballs and stasis fields with bare hands?"

"Are you an Iron Man left over from the Golden Age?"

While speaking, the giant beast's body was healing rapidly; the Dark Angel entrenched in the Warp was constantly seeping power into the Genestealer's body.

"Iron Man of the Golden Age?"

"Wrong, I am a childcare robot from the 22nd century."

Zhou Yun grinned and responded, glancing at Mephiston.

The two exchanged a few words and reached the next plan.

Zhou Yun would hold off Genestealer Horus, and Mephiston would prepare a psychic teleportation to send Genestealer Horus into Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket.

"Childcare robot from the 22nd century?"

Genestealer Horus frowned and said with confusion; it didn't quite understand the meaning of this vocabulary.

But it still slowly lifted its massive body; under the action of Warp power, its body had repaired most of it.

Layers of dense black feathers grew on the original wounds, looking extremely terrifying, like layers of blasphemous cloaks woven from death and destruction.

Not only it, but the Genestealers standing beside it also underwent similar mutations, growing more and more strange black feathers, their bodies becoming increasingly deformed.

This group of Genestealers roared the name of the Wolf God, stepping on the sticky swamp and lunging at Zhou Yun, Mephiston, and Loken.

Zhou Yun, however, didn't rush, reaching into his four-dimensional pocket and slowly taking out an item...

Hallucinations entangled before the restaurant owner's eyes, trying to erode its consciousness.

That was a summons from the Genestealer Patriarch; the restaurant owner could understand... A new Patriarch had been decided.

A new cognitive distortion would shroud all Genestealers; everyone could immerse themselves in it again and forget all the pain.

It could see the scenes in the illusion.

That was an era full of glory; it would become a part of the Great Crusade fleet and go to conquer the entire galaxy with the Warmaster.

Let the galaxy burn.

Whispers sounded in the restaurant owner's ears.

Let the galaxy burn, let the galaxy burn, let the galaxy burn.

In the haziness, it saw several figures walk into its restaurant.

Sometimes they were Genestealers like the owner, sometimes they were noble Astartes warriors waiting for the new recruits to wake up.

Scorching pain came from the restaurant owner's chest.

It held the beautifully decorated bolter tightly, the scorching pain coming from it making it wake up a bit fiercely.

The Genestealer owner looked silently at the three Genestealers who had already fallen into the illusion, waiting for itself to step into it, those three of its own kin.

The Genestealer owner looked silently at the flowery text carved on the bolter; that was about the Five Virtues.

"I should focus, so that I am not overwhelmed by the anger of my Lord."

The restaurant owner whispered, aiming the bolter in his hand at his own head.

Its behavior startled the three Genestealers.

But the restaurant owner's mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile.

"I should be humble, knowing my own baseness."

"My blood and flesh are born of aliens, my soul inhabits blasphemy."

"Purity and nobility are all fake, but only virtue is real."

The restaurant owner slowly took down the bolter aimed at his head, and then————

Boom!!!

The roar of the bullet, the head of a Genestealer surrounding it burst.

"The Elytra Sanguinius is fake, the Warmaster is also fake."

"Only virtue is real."

The other two Genestealers roared at the restaurant owner, waving their ferocious claws and lunging at the restaurant owner.

But the restaurant owner saw madness, pain, and fragmentation in them.

They had once seen the truth, and now even if they actively integrated into another layer of illusion, the pain brought by reality still tortured their souls.

The restaurant owner sighed lightly, and the other two arms also picked up weapons.

"I should be merciful, and must give my kin relief through death."

(End of chapter)