Chapter 293

Zhou Yun's consciousness injected into the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's body, looking around with the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's body.

He stood on the marble platform, used body clay to mold the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon into Guilliman's appearance, cooperated with voice-print candy to imitate the voice, and the Robot Director & Hot Performance Slate to imitate the behavior, almost exactly the same as the real Roboute Guilliman.

This was the plan Zhou Yun and Guilliman had formulated, using the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon to disguise as Guilliman's appearance, tricking Fulgrim into putting the Slaaneshi artifact, the Crown of Glory, on Zhou Yun's head.

The illusions woven by the Crown of Glory were specially prepared by Fulgrim for Guilliman, and the temptation to Zhou Yun was not strong, so he would not be corrupted mentally, while the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's body, composed of majestic Warp power, was enough to resist corruption on the material level.

Zhou Yun could even use this to turn the tables, using his own essence to pollute Fulgrim, letting Fulgrim taste the flavor of being corrupted.

It was a pity that the blessings poured into Fulgrim by Slaanesh were too many, and even according to Sanguinius's guess, Fulgrim might be one of the most corrupted and fallen Daemon Primarchs who bore the most blessings. Zhou Yun also had no way to completely corrupt Fulgrim, only leaving him with trauma that was difficult to clear.

Zhou Yun calmed his heart, and the parade was still going on. War machines would carry this heavy marble platform through the entire city, stepping over every brick of Ultramar Avenue.

Cheers rang out from all directions constantly, and people squeezed out their imagination to come up with the most moving vocabulary to praise the Lord of the Ultramarines.

The hymns of the Ecclesiarchy resounded in the city without stopping, and in the singing, the queues composed of Astartes were as firm as steel, stepping on the road composed of pale bricks.

These scenes all raised a sense of honor in people's hearts. Mortals felt honored because they were able to witness such a moment, the Astra Militarum and Auxilia felt honored because they joined the Primarch's parade, and Astartes felt honored because they were with the Primarch.

Especially the Ultramarines, although they tried their best to suppress their inner feelings with rationality, when looking at the representatives of other chapters on the high platforms near the street, they still felt honor in their hearts.

Look at whose gene-father has returned?

Such emotions overflowed slightly and imperceptibly in the heart of every warrior.

And among the other Astartes who came to watch the ceremony, there were also many who could not help but miss their own gene-father, looking forward to whether their gene-father could return.

If the person standing on the high platform was really Guilliman, presumably even in his heart as a Primarch, he would not be able to help but feel honor...

This had nothing to do with Guilliman's thoughts; it was just that as a human, it was easy to be driven by the atmosphere instinctively.

And this was precisely Fulgrim's scheme.

A sense of honor is a good thing, but like any other emotion... it could become a crack for the Chaos Gods to invade.

The more the ripples of honor rose in people's hearts, the more it would strengthen the power of the God of Thirst, and it would also make Fulgrim's power in the real universe increase.

And that Governor of Magna Macragge City, who had been corrupted by Fulgrim, presumably would wait until the moment when the parade was most grand and could most raise the sense of honor in people's hearts before putting the Crown of Glory on Guilliman.

Zhou Yun withdrew his mind slightly from Fatty Tiger, letting his vision return to his own flesh and blood body.

"Fulgrim is still waiting." Zhou Yun said softly to Guilliman, who was wearing the Blind Spot Star and hiding his figure beside him.

"He is like a poisonous snake, lurking in his own cold and viscous burrow, wriggling his body impatiently, waiting to bite us and inject us with rotten venom." Roboute Guilliman said in a low voice.

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.

It seemed Fulgrim was also very anxious at this time, anxiously wriggling his body in Slaanesh's palace.

Just like Zhou Yun and Guilliman were anxiously hoping he would fall into the trap... But Zhou Yun had another anxious thing.

He looked up at the void ships in the sky, and through the atmosphere, he could only see the firelight produced by the void ship engines roaring.

Among them were several ships transporting the supplies Zhou Yun needed... that several billion, Zhou Yun felt itchy in his heart when he thought about it, and could not help but want to go up and see it early.

It was just that he did not expect the time for the fleet to arrive to coincide with the time of the parade ceremony, making Zhou Yun only able to put his energy here first.

Although from the current point of view, there was no need for Zhou Yun to stand here in the flesh.

"I will go up with you to check the cargo." Guilliman proposed.

Zhou Yun cast a strange gaze at Guilliman based on his perception of the Blind Spot Star: "This is your parade, and Fulgrim is about to make a move."

"I understand Fulgrim; he is a coward by nature and will not enter the physical universe. You and Sanguinius have also confirmed this point."

Guilliman said in a low voice:

"Only your Greater Daemon is enough here... and I really can't bear this moment anymore."

Saying this, Guilliman could not help but sigh.

Long and complex work made Guilliman know what the current Empire looked like, and the honor-filled occasion before him only made the gloom in his heart deepen by another layer.

He really wanted to hide for a while...

Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows.

Guilliman was indeed right; it would not matter if the two of them left for a while.

If there was really an accident, Zhou Yun and Guilliman could also rush back using the Anywhere Door at any time.

If they really could not rush back, Sanguinius also had an Anywhere Door in his hand.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly and took out the Anywhere Door from the four-dimensional pocket.

Rather than watching the ceremony here, it was better to go see his money that was about to be credited.

Zhou Yun pushed open the Anywhere Door and stepped into it with Guilliman...

This was a Vagabond-class freighter, one of the most common models in the Imperial merchant fleet, two thousand meters long and five hundred meters wide, overall forged from heavy metal, rough, solid, inconspicuous but reliable.

But after Zhou Yun and Guilliman entered it, they noticed something obviously wrong.

Silence, too silent.

This ship, which should have been loaded with nearly twenty thousand crew members, was too silent.

The machines were still buzzing, the steam was still squeaking, and the engines were still roaring low, but there was no human voice.

Only the background sound composed of the ship's own sound was resounding, which instead made the surroundings even stranger.

Even in the narrow corridor that Zhou Yun and Guilliman entered, the lights had been extinguished, leaving only the orange-yellow light splashed out when the machines around the corridor were running to slightly illuminate the surroundings.

This bit of light was simply a drop in the bucket for the ship's corridor that was being eroded by darkness.

Guilliman, whose figure was hidden by the Blind Spot Star, slightly placed his hand on the Emperor's Sword.

Zhou Yun and he did not communicate, but both understood that an accident had obviously occurred on this ship.

Who attacked this ship? Fulgrim? Genestealers? Or other forces?

No matter which side it was, it made Zhou Yun frown slightly.

This is my money!

Zhou Yun nodded slightly to Guilliman.

Guilliman guarded Zhou Yun silently by his side, and the two quickly approached the metal bulkhead of the narrow corridor.

Zhou Yun placed his fingers on the bulkhead composed of rivets and square metal plates, trying to penetrate his will into the ship.

This was an ability he had obtained from the field of Vile Arts.

His will turned into tentacles, constantly spreading throughout the ship, feeling every steam-spraying pipe, surging current cable, and squeaking machine in this behemoth...

Then, Zhou Yun heard a shallow singing, a song praising growth, shaping, and reconstruction, light and soft, like chanting and singing.

With the ringing of the singing, something really seemed to have begun to grow out in this freighter...

Zhou Yun retreated a step fiercely, pulling away from the ship, watching things as pale as bone growing out like branches.

These white bones looked fragile and light, but they easily tore apart the heavy steel plates that made up the bulkhead, filling the entire corridor in the blink of an eye, making the surrounding space even narrower.

But upon seeing these white bones, Zhou Yun's expression became better, and even the corners of his mouth could not help but hook into a smile.

"Wraithbone." Zhou Yun said in a low voice.

This pale, bone-like substance before him was the Warp-malleable material used by the Aeldari to build craftworlds, warships, and weapons. It was solidified Warp energy, which could be molded into any form through the operation of Bonesingers.

Clearly, the Aeldari had implanted Wraithbone inside this freighter, completely destroying the original structure of this freighter and replacing it with Wraithbone to support it, suppressing the original machine spirit.

This was clearly a trap prepared by the Aeldari for Zhou Yun...

Finally here... Zhou Yun almost guessed who had come to ambush him.

"Cackle cackle."

Laughter full of joy, delight, and mockery rang out in the corridor, constantly echoing in the corridor covered by Wraithbone.

"Humanity's Reaper is truly knowledgeable, and it was not in vain that 'I' racked my brains to predict this short moment, the moment you were alone on this freighter."

"Guilliman is holding a parade, Sanguinius is far away, I just need to trap you from using that door that can shuttle through the galaxy at will."

An Aeldari Harlequin wearing gorgeous clothing, with a face full of complex oil paint and a ferocious smile, appeared at the end of the corridor, jumping and bouncing. He was almost not equipped with machines, just holding two Harlequin's Kisses.

"I am Cegorach, I am the Harlequin, the psychopath, the madman, the Aeldari god of laughter and revenge!"

"This body is my avatar, my actor, the mask I walk in the world."

The aria-like voice spat out from the Harlequin's mouth. The Aeldari Harlequin, who called himself Cegorach, laughed wantonly.

He was not the real Cegorach; he was clearly an Aeldari Harlequin, a Sublime Avatar, an actor responsible for playing the Laughing God himself in Harlequin plays.

Equivalent to Cegorach's own avatar in the real universe, he was the agent of His will.

"And me!" A coloratura full of thirst and desire rang out from the other side of the corridor. A Harlequin wearing a hood, wearing an ancient demon mask, and born with horns walked out from the darkness with a cat's step.

She constantly let out lewd and seductive gasps, her body under the robe was unusually voluptuous and moving, and the scent secreted from her body made people's lust stir.

"I am the Lord of Thirst! I am the Dark Prince! I am the destroyer of the Aeldari! I am desire! I am craving!"

"I am..."

The Harlequin's voice suddenly rose, and she loudly said the name that was enough to be taboo for any race:

"I am Slaanesh!"

(End of chapter)