Chapter 234

This group of Genestealers who thought they were Luna Wolves were covered in strange feathers, their figures becoming even more massive, and the chitinous carapaces on their bodies increasingly resembled power armor.

"Loken!!!" A roar and shout came from before Loken.

Loken barely identified the traces of Abaddon, seeing sharp claws slashing at him.

But Loken caught this blow, with his own claws.

"Betrayal! Why did you betray!" Abaddon roared and questioned Loken.

Loken was a bit dazed for a time; ten thousand years ago, on Isstvan III, he had also questioned Abaddon like this.

Now it was Abaddon questioning him instead.

"There is no betrayal; everything ended long ago."

Loken answered with sadness:

"We are just echoes from ten thousand years ago; I have already died, maybe you are too."

"You're crazy!" Abaddon roared and stabbed his claws at Loken; his speed was much faster than Loken's.

But Loken saw this world more clearly than Abaddon; he predicted Abaddon's attack and pushed aside his claws.

Then Loken launched a swift attack on Abaddon from the left, but this was a feint; Abaddon didn't notice.

A wound was slashed on Abaddon's alien face; it let out a low roar, just wanting to continue attacking Loken, but heard the Warmaster's order in its mind.

Abaddon turned his head fiercely, only to see that Ogryn who could use psychic power was chanting something in a low voice, with strange psychic light appearing around him.

The Warmaster sensed that this Ogryn was performing some kind of Warp spell; it must be stopped!!

Abaddon's arm swung heavily, the heavy chitinous carapace smashing into Loken's chest; Loken suffered the pain, and his whole body fell to the ground.

And Abaddon roared, rushing toward Mephiston, who was concentrating on chanting the spell, almost like a chariot.

However, just at this moment, Zhou Yun's figure suddenly appeared before Abaddon's eyes.

He was wearing a strange raccoon mask and had a raccoon tail behind him.

"Immerse yourself in the illusion of the raccoon suit!"

Abaddon's gaze crossed with his for a moment, and then he saw...

Saw the Warmaster fall on the Vengeful Spirit, saw himself inherit the name of Warmaster, saw himself reach a deal with the Four Gods, saw himself launch one Black Crusade after another in ten thousand years, finally shattering Cadia...

Loken's claws slid fiercely, Abaddon's head flew into the sky, falling to the ground and dying.

Not only Abaddon, the other Genestealers around seemed to have fallen into another kind of illusion, all stunned in place.

Loken couldn't help but look at Zhou Yun, who was wearing the raccoon mask and tail; it seemed he had done all this.

【Item Name: Raccoon Suit】

【Origin: 22nd Century Earth — Future Department Store】

【Production Time: 281. M3】

【Function: A raccoon tail and a raccoon mask; after wearing both items, one can influence them to produce various hallucinations according to the user's thoughts by emitting brainwaves.】

【Value: 7,200,000】

Although very expensive, the illusion it produced controlled the Genestealers present almost in an instant.

These Genestealers, who were already trapped in hallucinations, were naturally easily controlled by the illusion.

Zhou Yun moved his head fiercely, looking at Genestealer Horus.

His brainwaves instantly wove an illusion and pierced into Genestealer Horus's heart.

However, Genestealer Horus roared, rushing toward Mephiston while bearing the illusion released by Zhou Yun.

It could sense that Zhou Yun and Mephiston didn't intend to kill him directly.

But intended to trap him in some way; clearly, the key was Mephiston, who was disguised as a psychic Ogryn.

However, Loken shook his body, blocking Horus's claws with his own blade, which could be called thin.

"Loken!!!" Genestealer Horus let out a roar.

"Warmaster, I beg you, stop."

Loken barely resisted Genestealer Horus's claws, saying in a low voice:

"Everything ended long ago."

"No, Loken." Genestealer Horus swung his claws coldly, instantly knocking Loken back, and then said from above: "There is no chance to stop; I am Horus; for ten thousand years, countless people have only feared me as the incarnation of destruction."

"This fear settled down, turned into that Dark Angel, and also turned into me."

"This is erosion and destruction, erosion and destruction that doesn't touch anything else."

"No." Loken said in a low voice: "I never thought you were the incarnation of destruction."

"I still remember those glorious moments; you were once the Emperor's most excellent son."

"My emotions toward you should also have been projected onto you; you couldn't possibly have only the impulse for destruction."

Just this sentence slowed down Genestealer Horus's movements; he looked at Loken with some surprise.

It was this moment of wavering that allowed Zhou Yun to seize the opportunity.

Zhou Yun, wearing the raccoon suit, glanced fiercely at Horus, his brainwaves weaving into an illusion and piercing into Genestealer Horus's mind...

He saw a whole steel jungle standing on the avenue paved by the Adeptus Mechanicus, saw ten thousand Astartes and eight million mortal auxiliary troops, saw Titans hanging on the horizon, there were no clouds in the sky, only countless warships covering the sky and sun...

That was the Triumph of Ullanor, the most glorious day of his life.

On this day, the Emperor, his father, announced that he would become Warmaster...

Beside him were his brothers; a full nine Primarchs were standing beside him, as high-spirited as he was.

Dorn, Angron, Fulgrim, Lorgar, Mortarion, Sanguinius, Magnus, Khan...

They hadn't been stained by any filth or decadence, only bringing the most high-spirited part of humanity to be with Horus.

That was almost a scene that only existed in dreams.

And standing before Horus was...

"Father." Horus whispered.

Mephiston's psychic teleportation spell was completed, and strange Warp light instantly wrapped Genestealer Horus.

This savage giant beast inhabited by the Dark Angel was teleported into Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket.

Zhou Yun didn't think much, directly choosing to sell.

Genestealer Horus's body instantly dissolved in the four-dimensional pocket, and along with it vanished that Dark Angel in the Warp.

Just at the moment they disappeared into the four-dimensional pocket, those Genestealers who had previously thought they were Luna Wolves fell one after another like puppets with broken strings, falling into the swamp.

They were originally an echo from the Warp; the source of the echo was that Dark Angel.

The Dark Angel had been sold by Zhou Yun; the echo that lost its source naturally dissipated in the blink of an eye, leaving only an alien body remaining.

"Garviel Loken." Zhou Yun turned his head slightly, looking at that Genestealer Loken.

Genestealer Loken nodded slightly and said: "This is good."

As the words fell, Genestealer Loken also fell, falling into the swamp.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but shake his head with some emotion.

Although it was far from the real Garviel Loken, in spirit and behavior, it was fully worthy of this name, it's just a pity——————

Zhou Yun's train of thought was suddenly interrupted; a strange, sharp pain came from his brain, vaguely seeming to see that Dark Angel sinking into his body.

The sharp pain brought dizziness; in the haziness, the swamp under Zhou Yun's feet seemed to turn into some kind of mirror, reflecting the scene in the Warp.

Under Zhou Yun's feet, in the Warp, that blue figure became increasingly clear, swallowing the existence of the Dark Angel bit by bit.

"Doraemon."

"Machine God."

"Grim Reaper."

"Eternal Dragon of Ouroboros."

"Zhou Yun."

"22nd Century."

A city was reflected in Zhou Yun's eyes; it was a city that was out of place with the Warhammer world, full of science fiction and light...

"I should restrain, knowing why bullets and anger are vented."

The restaurant owner slowly put down the weapon in his hand, except for that bolter.

His feet were piled with Genestealer corpses that had tried to break into the restaurant, almost ten of them.

But the restaurant owner didn't continue to vent the bolter, because he noticed that the Genestealers outside the door were all wailing on the ground as if they had lost their souls.

The illusion disappeared, and those pains were exposed again, torturing them.

That newly born Genestealer Patriarch had also been killed... The restaurant owner thought of the figure who had handed this bolter to him.

"Finally over."

It laughed dully twice, sat on the chair, and slowly looked at the bolter in its hand.

It knew that it was ultimately an alien not tolerated by humanity.

For it, there would only be two endings.

Either be killed by the real son of Sanguinius,

Or be swallowed by the Genestealer Patriarch's illusion.

No matter which one, it didn't want it anymore.

Under the torture of those hallucinations just now, it felt that its spirit had also reached the boundary of almost collapsing.

However, it also had a little stubbornness of its own, wanting to choose a third ending.

"Focus, humility, mercy, restraint, and most importantly, forgiveness..."

"I should forgive, not forgive the enemy, but forgive myself."

It chose to forgive its own life.

The restaurant owner pulled the trigger, and the roar of the bolter resounded.

It only felt its soul disintegrate from flesh and blood, detach from reality, and slowly fall into the surging Warp torrent...

In the haziness, it seemed to see a round hand tear through the Warp torrent, gently grabbing its body————

The restaurant owner opened his eyes fiercely; he found himself standing in a restaurant, almost exactly the same as his restaurant before he died, only cleaner and shrouded in some kind of gentle light.

He reached out his hand in confusion, only to find that his third hand was gone, and even his fingers had become the kind of human fingers without any mutation.

Just when the restaurant owner was confused, he suddenly heard a sound from outside the door...

"Old Huang, let me tell you, the cooking of the owner of this shop is very good."

"If it weren't for the fact that we are good friends, I wouldn't be willing to bring you here to eat."

At the moment the voice sounded, two men pushed the door and walked into the restaurant.

One of the men had long hair, and his skin was somewhat brownish, like a face from the Central Asian region of Ancient Terra.

The other man looked slightly at the restaurant owner, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth:

"Long time no see, boss."

"Welcome to the 22nd century."

(End of chapter)