Chapter 241

Listening to Zhou Yun's words, Lage couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly, staring at this old friend of his.

But in the end, he just showed a somewhat ugly smile and shook his head on the bed.

"Brother Zhou Yun, do you know how old I've lived to be?"

"Eighty-seven years old; I'm only thirteen years away from living to a hundred."

"How many people in the Ashford Underhive can live as long as I have? Forty or fifty is considered long-lived in our area."

"For a hive scum like me, eighty-seven years is a bit too long... I've already started to lose track of things from the past..."

As he spoke, wrinkles piled up on Lage's somewhat ugly face, and the traces of aging were clear at a glance:

"And recent events, I really can't bear them; those things make me very tired, I really can't hold on anymore..."

"... Brother Zhou Yun, I've spent most of my life thinking about how to survive; I've pondered how to keep myself alive, and I also wanted to keep you brothers alive... But when the Tyranids attacked the Angel Citadel, I had to persuade everyone to stand in the most dangerous place."

"I know it was necessary, but I can't bear this; I watched them die one by one, I really can't take it."

"They were all better than this old guy, more valuable, younger people..."

Lage was silent for a while, then began to pant heavily, his chest weakly arching and curling.

Saying so much at once consumed a lot of his energy.

He reached out slightly, wanting to grab something, but pulled it back in fear.

Then Lage closed his charcoal-black eyes slightly; his eyelids had become red and swollen due to illness.

Zhou Yun picked up a pillow from the bed and placed it behind Lage's back, making his posture slightly more comfortable.

"I'm not afraid of death, Brother Zhou Yun."

Lage's eyes were red, and he whispered:

"I'm afraid I won't be able to return to the Golden Wang Zuo; I'm afraid those brothers who died just like me won't be able to return to the Golden Wang Zuo either."

"Brother Zhou Yun, please, tell me, is there really a Golden Wang Zuo? Will the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang protect our souls?"

"I'm afraid that's just a lie, and the souls of all the dead brothers can only be left unprotected in the darkness and chaos..."

Lage reached out that skinny hand again, like a drowning person wanting to grab a straw, but grabbed at empty air again.

But this time Zhou Yun reached out his hand and grasped Lage's bony hand with his fleshy palm.

"Forgive me..." Lage whispered almost like a murmur: "God... don't leave our souls unprotected."

Zhou Yun squeezed Lage's palm slightly and said softly, "I am not a god."

"But I promise you will return to the Golden Wang Zuo and find peace together with the souls of those sacrificed Ashford people."

Just for this instant, a cunningness unique to a hive scum appeared on Lage's face.

"So, you've taken care of everything?" Lage's voice was a bit hoarse, his tone cunning.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but laugh out loud upon hearing this: "I promise, I will go to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang to confirm whether your soul has returned to the Golden Wang Zuo."

"If he dares to miss you, I promise I'll kick his hook hard."

"And others', everyone's; they are all good people."

Lage reached out his other hand eagerly, clutching Zhou Yun's corner of his clothes tightly:

"Please..."

Lage's charcoal-black eyes were full of pleading, as if Zhou Yun could really protect their souls from those chaotic and crazy existences in the Warp.

Zhou Yun looked at Lage from top to bottom and lowered his gaze slightly.

"I promise you."

Lage widened his eyes, looking at Zhou Yun with gratitude.

"Forgive me, Doraemon God..."

His voice was as fragile as a thread; Zhou Yun was not surprised that Lage had realized his identity.

Zhou Yun had sensed it from Lage's reaction just now; the cognitive distortion once placed on Lage by Xiang Xiang Leina had been lifted.

Perhaps something happened on Xiang Xiang Leina's side, perhaps it was the influence of the Great Rift opening, perhaps both.

"Doraemon God... please help us..."

"... Protect those dead souls, protect them..."

"Okay." Zhou Yun held Lage's gradually cooling hand and said softly.

Above the high walls of the Angel Citadel, Zhou Yun gently shook the wine bottle in his hand and poured himself a cup of scarlet wine.

This was, of course, not Baal's red wine.

Baal's red wine could be ranked alongside Fenrisian Mead as one of the two Exterminatus-level alcoholic beverages of the Imperium of Man; the sensation upon entering the mouth was like drinking a virus bomb or a cyclone torpedo.

This bottle of red wine was brewed by Old One-Eye back in Ashford and taken by Zhou Yun before he left Ashford; it was one of the few bottles remaining.

He was thinking about Lage's matter.

Lage prayed to Zhou Yun, praying for Zhou Yun to determine whether his soul and the souls of those sacrificed in the Battle of Baal and Ashford had returned to the Golden Wang Zuo.

This also made Zhou Yun curious about how the souls of those loyal people returned to the Golden Wang Zuo.

The sound of wings cutting through the air rose from behind Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun turned his head and saw Sanguinius vibrating his wings and landing gently in front of him.

Sanguinius's gaze fell on the wine glass in Zhou Yun's hand.

Zhou Yun didn't say much, took the wine glass directly out of his four-dimensional pocket, poured a cup for Sanguinius, and handed it over.

Sanguinius held the cup, which was a bit small for him, in one hand and leaned against the high wall with Zhou Yun.

"How is Lage's matter?" Sanguinius asked softly.

Zhou Yun sorted out his thoughts slightly and told Sanguinius what Lage had said at the time.

"... I suspect this is the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang inducing me to go to Terra." Zhou Yun simply and bluntly told Sanguinius his guess.

For the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, the Master of Mankind, it was very simple to make Lage involuntarily say words that would induce Zhou Yun to go to Terra.

Sanguinius's expression was slightly strange for a moment, then he nodded with some agreement: "It's a bit like something my father would do."

"But this is somewhat crude; perhaps his longing influenced the entire human group, which in turn made Lage say such things."

"You know, his bond with the entire human race is too deep."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, agreeing with Sanguinius's guess.

"But it shouldn't be now." He said.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's situation is still unknown; if he and Sanguinius go alone, who knows what unlucky things will happen? At the very least, they have to drag Guilliman along.

If the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang really has a problem, and Guilliman is on the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's side, Zhou Yun and Sanguinius feel a chill just thinking about it.

War is ultimately about logistics, and Guilliman's operational ability is nothing short of a miracle.

Standing on one's own side, it is a great help; standing on the enemy's side, it is disgusting to death.

Sanguinius naturally shared the same view as Zhou Yun.

"I have ordered people to bring the Void Ship back from the Forge World, and one thousand excellent Blood Angels have also been selected."

"We can set off at any time—hmm?"

Sanguinius's words were suddenly interrupted, and he couldn't help but hum softly, as if he had sensed something.

Zhou Yun cast a curious gaze at Sanguinius.

"Someone is performing divination in the torrent of the Warp, searching for information related to the Primarchs."

"Is there a risk of being discovered?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows and asked.

Sanguinius shook his head slightly: "No, this is mainly directed at Guilliman."

"However, I played a little joke and scattered some interesting fake news in the Warp torrent."

As he spoke, a somewhat mischievous smile appeared at the corner of Sanguinius's mouth:

"To scare Ezekiel Abaddon."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but cast a curious gaze.

(End of chapter)