Chapter 288

A sturdy figure, over five meters tall, wearing a yellow-brown striped top and black pants, with thick, powerful muscles, slowly crawled out of Zhou Yun's pocket.

His appearance was indistinguishable from a human's; he had a crew cut, skin tanned somewhat dark, a large nose, and large eyes, looking like an angry tiger.

Almost the moment he entered the material universe, a ripple surged through the Warp.

Those believers who worshipped Saint Doraemon vaguely seemed to hear a roar.

"We're friends, right?"

"Then what's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine!"

But psykers like Xiang Xiang Leina had a deeper perception.

She felt a wave of tyrannical emotion sweep across the entire Macragge, as violent as a Greater Daemon of the Blood God, and as greedy as a Keeper of Secrets.

In an instant, Xiang Xiang Leina sensed her psychic potential drop sharply; the psychic power that had previously given her immense pressure and approached the Alpha-level limit instantly plummeted to the level of a mid-Alpha, similar to her level at the beginning of the Great Rift's opening.

It was as if her own psychic power had been plundered by the entity before her.

"Careful." Sanguinius seemed to have sensed something too; his tone was slightly low as he spoke to Guilliman.

At the same time, Sanguinius vibrated his wings, which were hung with silver chains, slightly, and a Warp storm surged from the Warp corresponding to Macragge, surrounding the peak of Macragge and masking the Warp ripples stirred up by the entity that had crawled out of Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket.

The entity that Zhou Yun called "Fatty Tiger," who appeared human on the outside but was a Warp Greater Daemon on the inside, swept his gaze across the surroundings.

In his eyes, there were only primal impulses and desires.

The Warp is a mirror reflecting emotions, and the emotions of the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon were expressed without any suppression.

He... he wanted to beat up everyone on the entire Macragge, and then become the King of the Kids.

The three people present all sensed the existence of this emotion.

Fatty Tiger moved, suddenly arriving in front of Roboute Guilliman, his heavy fist smashing directly toward Guilliman's face, which was exposed to the cold mountain wind.

He seemed to instinctively realize that Guilliman was the boss of this planet, the "King of the Kids" of Macragge, so he launched his attack on Guilliman first.

Guilliman's Gauntlet of Ultramar roared, colliding head-on with Fatty Tiger's fist.

Fatty Tiger's fist looked like it was made of flesh and blood, but it was completely inferior to nothing compared to Guilliman's Gauntlet of Ultramar.

The two stirred up a hurricane in the air, tearing at the already thin atmosphere.

Their collision was simply like two Titans clashing; their bodies seemed even larger than what was seen in the material world, like giants from mythology wrestling.

But... but Guilliman suddenly noticed that the power within his body had decreased by a portion, while the power within Fatty Tiger's body had increased by a portion.

"What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine."

This voice suddenly rang out in Guilliman's head.

Fatty Tiger's fist smashed back Guilliman's Gauntlet of Ultramar, the fist hitting Guilliman directly in the face. A sharp pain came, and Guilliman retreated repeatedly, a layer of blue-purple bruising appearing on his face.

"Slaanesh's greed, Khorne's violence, and our father's traits are mixed together to form his ability. It's a move that plunders others' power to amplify one's own... Hmm, it seems that as long as they are recognized as friends, he can unconditionally plunder them. I wonder how it works on enemies."

Sanguinius observed this scene and said, as if analyzing the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's abilities.

He was doing his best to suppress the influence generated by the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon in the Warp.

The ripples generated when he was born spread across the entire Macragge, and the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon was essentially an extension of Zhou Yun. Coincidentally, the entire Macragge, including Sanguinius, could be considered Zhou Yun's "friends."

Sanguinius had to suppress the Warp ripples generated by the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon; otherwise, he could plunder power from the entire planet, including but not limited to the more than two thousand Astartes and hundreds of millions of mortal soldier "friends."

Roboute Guilliman staggered to his feet, raising the Gauntlet of Ultramar to block the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's continuous incoming punches.

Guilliman sincerely thanked Belisarius Cawl for his ten thousand years of hard work; the sturdiness of the Armor of Fate allowed him to withstand the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's powerful punches.

"How is Lord Zhou Yun?"

He asked while dodging and blocking the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's attacks as much as possible.

Sanguinius looked at Zhou Yun, who was standing where he was, and began to perceive along the link between himself and Zhou Yun.

"Creating a Greater Daemon in reality is equivalent to letting one's own Warp essence enter reality. Conversely, it also allows Zhou Yun's consciousness, which has existed in the material world for a long time, to begin entering the Warp to control his own essence."

"And there is no concept of time in the Warp. Zhou Yun's consciousness is currently moving back and forth in different timelines; it might take a little time to find the correct timeline."

"Before that, this Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon will only act in the way Zhou Yun's subconscious thinks it should."

"About how long will it take?" Roboute Guilliman asked, gritting his teeth.

"It depends on how long he intends to look at different timelines and points in time, and whether he has any problems like being directionally challenged."

Sanguinius said with a bit of helplessness:

"I tried to guide the way for him in the Warp, but you know, I am not the only thing in Ultramar's history that can act as a Warp lighthouse."

At the same time, Zhou Yun in the Warp looked at the fiercely burning Pharos lighthouse before him, his mouth twitching.

He realized that his vision was uncontrollably shuttling through different times.

Having finally noticed a light coming from the direction of Ultramar, he thought it was Sanguinius guiding him, but upon closer inspection, he discovered it was the Pharos lighthouse lit by Guilliman during the Horus Heresy era.

Guilliman is truly wicked, ambitious...

Zhou Yun was utterly helpless and began to search for the correct one among the cumbersome and complex timelines again.

Roboute Guilliman cursed in a low voice.

There was no killing intent in the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's punches; he was purely beating him up for the sake of beating him up, which was complete torture for Guilliman.

Guilliman swung his fist fiercely, and a burst of whistling bolter rounds shot out from the Gauntlet of Ultramar, exploding on Fatty Tiger's body, temporarily forcing back this Greater Daemon that relied on Zhou Yun's subconscious to act.

Sanguinius, while suppressing the influence the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon had on Macragge, did his best to guide the way for Zhou Yun in the Warp, and then watched Guilliman getting beaten up with great interest.

"I must get serious."

Guilliman said, gritting his teeth:

"If I don't get more serious, I'm going to be just like what Lord Zhou Yun described you as: hand-beaten chicken meatballs."

The look of interest on Sanguinius's face vanished instantly.

Guilliman chuckled and suddenly drew the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword.

The undying bright flame burned on the sword; that flame, coming from the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic power, was enough to make all demons fear.

But the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon showed no fear.

This was within Guilliman's expectations; according to what Zhou Yun and Sanguinius said, this Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon also possessed the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's power within him.

But having a weapon is always better than not having one.

Guilliman's figure flashed, turning into a blue and gold interlaced afterimage on the spot, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword in his hand drawing a scorching golden arc, slashing toward the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon—

The sound of metal clashing rang out in mid-air.

Guilliman looked on with slight astonishment as a pitch-black greatsword, forged from black iron and covered in skull carvings, appeared in the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's hand.

That was Angron's weapon, Samni'arius, the weapon that the Khornate Daemon Primarch had turned into after beating the Slaaneshi Greater Daemon Samni with an iron rod, with the Slaaneshi Greater Daemon being bound to the iron rod.

Samni'arius clashed with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword, but the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon did not seem to be proficient in swordsmanship, and Samni'arius was also inferior to the power of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword.

Guilliman turned his body, flicking the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword in his hand; the raging fire pushed aside Samni'arius, stabbing straight toward the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon.

The Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon hurriedly turned to dodge, barely avoiding the edge of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword.

Then, the Samni'arius in his hand suddenly began to change, first returning to its original iron rod appearance, then the handle part became thinner, the front end became thicker, and the whole thing became rounded, turning into the shape of a baseball bat.

The Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon shook the ball bat in his hand, and the portion of power from the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang within him poured into it; the undying bright flame, similar to that of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword, burned on the ball bat.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Guilliman's face, and he was unable to dodge in time, being heavily smashed in the face by the ball bat, his whole body flying backward, rolling on the ground for a while.

He staggered to his feet, wiped the bloodstain on his face caused by the ball bat, and anger flashed in his eyes.

The Avenging Son let out a roar, and the second round of the collision began.

Zhou Yun in the Warp looked at the scene before him in a mess. He found a beacon in the noisy timelines again, but after casting his gaze, he discovered that this was a group of Tyranid swarms diligently building some kind of continent-sized biological megastructure. The biological megastructure was composed of thick chitinous shells and purple-red flesh, releasing terrifying psychic power upon it, as if it were a beacon.

Zhou Yun remembered; this was the Tiamet Hive Fleet among the Tyranids. The behavior pattern of this fleet was strange; it almost never expanded outward, always working hard to build this kind of beacon-like biological megastructure.

It was precisely this biological megastructure that attracted Zhou Yun's gaze.

Thinking about it carefully, the Tyranid swarm was also drawn here because Guilliman messed with the Pharos lighthouse.

Truly wicked! Guilliman! Ambitious!

Zhou Yun complained in his heart and continued to search for the correct one among the overly complex and chaotic timelines of the galaxy.

It was just that the galaxy's timeline was like a tangled mess, seemingly stirred up by quite a few people. For example, Zhou Yun saw a Necron glowing with blue light jumping repeatedly in different timelines several times, stirring up time. Truly lacking in public morality.

Zhou Yun really wanted to chop up all these extra timelines and leave only one clean and tidy one.

While complaining, Zhou Yun continued to search for Macragge in the 999th year of the 41st millennium of humanity.

Guilliman panted heavily, barely overpowering the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon and pinning him beneath himself.

It was truly not easy; Guilliman had almost fallen under his ball bat several times. Fortunately, the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon only intended to beat Guilliman up and had no real killing intent.

Of course, Guilliman also had no intention of dealing a lethal blow... It was precisely because of this reason that Guilliman took many beatings in vain. Fortunately, he was finally subdued.

Guilliman panted heavily, looking at the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon pinned beneath him, and thought.

Just at this moment, Guilliman noticed that the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon slowly opened his mouth.

A musical note splashed out from his mouth.

(End of chapter)