Chapter 287: Yours Is Mine, and Mine Is Still Mine!

At the highest point of Hera Fortress, the peak of Macragge, where earth, mountains, and sky meet,

this is the highest point of all Macragge. The wind is biting, the air is thin, and the morning light is blinding. The system's sun rises from the horizon between the mountains, casting a dawn as golden as Sanguinius's hair upon the layered Roman-style marble architecture of Hera Fortress, carving out every shrine, dome, and marble pillar.

On the other side of the sky, the morning stars remain sparse, hanging over the deep blue expanse of the wind-swept heavens, resting beside four towering statues.

Zhou Yun gazed at the sun just rising in the distance and could not help but exhale a breath of turbid air.

"Luo Bote Guilliman wakes in the morning on Macragge and greets the sun just rising on the horizon before work begins: 'Good morning! Sun!'"

"'Oh, Lord of Ultramar! And you too!' the Sun replies with utmost respect."

"At noon, Luo Bote Guilliman looks up during his lunch break and says to the Sun again: 'Good afternoon, Sun!'"

"'And you too!' the Sun says to Guilliman while rushing toward the horizon."

"At dusk, Lord of the Ultramarines Guilliman finishes his day's work, waves to the sun hanging on the horizon, and says: 'Good afternoon, Sun!'"

"'Good your ass, I've already fled to the T'au Empire,' the Sun says as it quickly disappears below the horizon."

Hearing this, Sanguinius, standing beside Zhou Yun, let out a soft chuckle.

Xiang Xiang Leina's expression was slightly bewildered: "Since Macragge's Sun has defected to the T'au Empire, why does it still rise normally the next day?"

"You'll have to ask Lady Ge Lei Fa," Zhou Yun chuckled twice. "The Inquisition used only Yi Ye De Gong to make the Sun deeply realize its mistakes."

"Your joke has a serious logical flaw," Guilliman said, looking at Zhou Yun with a stern face and serious tone. "My work does not begin only at dawn, nor does it end at dusk."

A moment of silence fell over the peak of Macragge, then Zhou Yun and Sanguinius could not help but laugh. Xiang Xiang Leina struggled to hold back her laughter, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of Guilliman's mouth.

"Don't laugh," Guilliman turned his head to look at Sanguinius. "Remember? You share half the power of Macragge. Tonight I will send half the state affairs to your side."

Sanguinius's smile vanished instantly, his expression as if recalling some dark history.

And his smile had obviously transferred to Guilliman's face.

"Don't think Guilliman is happy now. If we go to the Rock Monastery to bring back the Lion, the three of them will be unhappy together," Zhou Yun said to Xiang Xiang Leina.

Xiang Xiang Leina blinked in confusion; she clearly did not understand why the return of another Primarch would make Guilliman and Sanguinius feel displeased.

And the faces of Sanguinius and Guilliman twitched almost simultaneously.

This galaxy is so rotten, yet there are few things like the Second Empire that make all participants unhappy.

The three Primarchs each have their own grievances and discomforts.

Guilliman sighed, looking at the four statues standing on the peak of Macragge.

Those four statues included himself, his adoptive father King Konor, Lady Yotun, and Hua Di Huang.

Besides that, there was nothing else on this peak of Macragge, only a massive platform built of thick marble.

"This is a good place," Guilliman said, looking around. "Just as empty and silent as ten thousand years ago."

Guilliman recommended this place as the site for Zhou Yun to create the Fat Tiger Daemon.

There were no other disturbances here; there was no need to worry about others seeing the process of creating the Daemon.

And if the Fat Tiger Daemon created by Zhou Yun went out of control, or if Zhou Yun himself experienced a brief loss of control, it would not cause destruction to Hera Fortress, and it would create space for the two Primarchs to subdue the Fat Tiger Daemon or Zhou Yun.

Even if the two Primarchs were unable to control the Fat Tiger Daemon or Zhou Yun due to an accident, the Blood Angels and Ultramarines stationed in Hera Fortress could provide rapid support.

This place is almost an ideal site.

"What level do you think the newly born Daemon will be?" Guilliman turned his head slightly to look at Zhou Yun and Sanguinius.

Zhou Yun waved his hand slightly, indicating he was also unsure.

"The main body is Ka'banha; he is no match for me," Sanguinius said, stroking his chin. "Even adding two Slaanesh Daemons would still be far inferior to me."

"The greatest risk is whether Zhou Yun's Warp essence will briefly lose control after the Daemon is created, as it is first truly squeezed into reality. Of course, there is also that part of the Authority of Death my father threw into Zhou Yun's body, but that part has already been devoured by Zhou Yun's Warp essence."

Upon hearing the four words "Zhou Yun loses control," worry clearly appeared on Guilliman's face.

"No need to worry. I understand the Warp better than you, and to a certain extent, I am Zhou Yun's Daemon Prince."

Sanguinius gestured for Guilliman to relax and said:

"So I can perceive the degree of control Zhou Yun has over his own essence. Even if he loses control, it will only be for a brief moment."

"We only need to trap the out-of-control Fat Tiger Daemon for a while, and that will be enough."

"If it is just a Daemon, I should be able to handle it," Guilliman nodded slightly and said. "But I am more worried about hurting Lord Zhou Yun in the process. His value is too high; I am unwilling to take the risk."

The corners of Zhou Yun's mouth moved slightly. For some reason, he felt Guilliman was setting up a flag.

However, Zhou Yun was not too worried. Before coming, they had used the Right-Wrong Divination Machine to confirm that this operation would not result in major harm.

"Then shall I begin?" Zhou Yun said, placing his hand slightly on the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.

To prevent problems, the Blood Angels and Blood Angels warships inside the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket were also temporarily released, after all, the Fat Tiger Daemon would be born inside the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.

"Begin. At that time, I will do my best to stir up a Warp storm so that most entities in the Warp will not notice the birth of the Fat Tiger Daemon."

Sanguinius nodded to Zhou Yun, then looked at Guilliman:

"If it really goes out of control, it will be up to you."

"There will be no problem," Guilliman nodded to Zhou Yun and Sanguinius and said.

Seeing Guilliman's assurance, Zhou Yun still felt a slight unease in his heart.

A Daemon created by himself, theoretically, should not be at Primarch strength, right? Guilliman should not be unable to defeat it, right?

Thinking this, Zhou Yun directed his gaze into the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket, looking at that faintly visible figure with a buzz cut, resembling Fat Tiger.

【Confirm use for children's behavioral correction and re-education material supplementation?】

Looking at the prompt before him, Zhou Yun lightly pressed confirm.

The Soul Eaters and Keepers of Secrets hovering beside the Fat Tiger Daemon were instantly grabbed tightly by the Fat Tiger Daemon.

These two Slaanesh Daemons tried to resist, but the Fat Tiger Daemon's arms suddenly exerted force. Its two hands tightly strangled the bodies of the Slaanesh Daemons. The power from the Dark Prince used to stabilize their bodies, existence, senses, and purposes was instantly stripped away.

They fell apart, turning into pure Warp vortices, which were then drawn into the Fat Tiger's body along with that part of the power from the Dark Prince.

Beneath the Fat Tiger's seemingly human shell, the waves of the Warp surged and swelled. The powers of Khorne, Hua Di Huang, Slaanesh, and Zhou Yun intertwined and mixed within, weaving a new existence, gradually giving birth to new senses and existence.

And Zhou Yun tried, tentatively, to penetrate his consciousness into this new Warp body, attempting to control this brand-new shell.

His consciousness sank bit by bit into it, gradually merging with the Fat Tiger Great Demon; he felt a deeper-level connection being established with it.

The Fat Tiger Great Demon's eyes snapped open; within those two eyes simultaneously dwelt the destructive desire from Khorne, the judgment from Hua Di Huang, the artistic pursuit from Slaanesh, and the consciousness of Zhou Yun.

In a trance, Zhou Yun felt he had become something far vaster, transcending material limitations, looking down from a higher-level perspective upon everything in the material universe.

He vaguely saw himself being pulled out of the garbage mountains of Asford by Lagg.

He saw himself and his brother Mong traversing the ruins of Old Sector Eight.

He saw himself clashing with the Gene-Thief Patriarch in the Underhive.

He saw the Star God sinking into a four-dimensional pocket.

He saw himself resurrecting Sanguinius on Baal.

He saw himself standing atop the peak of Macragge alongside two Primarchs.

Then Zhou Yun saw more, blurrier, more distant scenes.

He faintly heard the laughter of the Laughing God, Xigao Le, cut off abruptly, and saw Ynnead surge forth from the Webway.

He also saw Kharn, draped in a hood of flesh, standing beside him; his blood-stained great axe cleaved through his flesh, while at that same moment the Blood God swung a sword down from the void upon the entire planet.

It also seemed he saw the Necrons praying beside him, Tzeentch emitting a shrill bird-call, Khorne drawing the great sword beside Wang Zuo, while Slaanesh and Nurgle stood beside Zhou Yun.

Then came him stuffing a certain dumpling into the mouth of the Norn Queen; the dark, deep, and hunger-filled Hive Mind faced him directly. "I am here to negotiate," Zhou Yun's voice echoed through the darkness.

Afterwards, the Revenge Spirit and the entire galaxy burned; the bodies of Roboute Guilliman and Horus constantly shifted amidst overlapping visions. They were all possessed by the Four Gods, but ultimately Zhou Yun killed them, and also killed Hua Di Huang.

Finally, all returned to dead silence.

Zhou Yun stood atop the peak of Macragge, motionless and unswerving, like a statue, his eyes flickering with bizarre and kaleidoscopic visions.

At the same time, a tide rippled through the Warp, expanding outward with the peak of Macragge as its center.

In that instant, all believers of Saint Doraemon heard a roar resounding from the Warp.

"Yours is mine; mine is still mine."

In that single sentence lay the tyranny of Hua Di Huang, the greed of Slaanesh, and the power of Khorne.

"He has come," Sanguinius said softly.

From Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket, a figure slowly emerged.

(End of this chapter)