Chapter 299

Zhou Yun gripped the acceleration winding key and twisted it hard against Saint Guilliman's back, then the adaptation lamp swept over his body, the portable Jin Zita clipped into his golden hair, the rebound cloak shoved into his hand, the high-efficiency pill swallowed in one gulp.

Zhou Yun held the Mad Clock in one hand and clenched the mechanizer in the other, staring fixedly at the "Unicorn" flung away by Saint Guilliman's spear.

The "Unicorn"'s chest and abdomen had been directly pierced by the Bi Gong Spear; thick viscous fluid continuously gushed from the wound, sealing it shut in the blink of an eye.

But radiating from the wound, cracks were slowly spreading across her entire body.

The "Unicorn"'s flesh had, over countless ages, been corrupted and blessed by Slaanesh, and had already become capable of containing a fraction of Slaanesh's power.

But Slaanesh, to subdue Roboute Guilliman, had poured excessive power into this mortal vessel, even forcing part of his own will into it, bringing the body to the brink of collapse—it would vanish in mere minutes.

Yet before that, the "Unicorn" was Slaanesh incarnate upon the mortal plane.

She extended her forked tongue, lightly licking her lips, gazing at Saint Guilliman with intense desire.

"I envy you so much, two Primarchs—and especially the most beautiful, the most excellent one."

"Won't you at least become my lover? My bed is vast enough to hold you, me, Fulgrim, Saint Guilliman, and Guilliman."

Zhou Yun's eyelid twitched slightly; he quickly shook his head: "My sexual orientation is narrow—limited to human females."

Hearing this, the "Unicorn" paused slightly, her gaze toward Zhou Yun turning mournful.

"That will cut out so many games. Your kinks are strange."

"But I respect your preferences—I can turn myself and them all into females, even yourself."

The "Unicorn" let out a lewd laugh, already fantasizing about future pleasures.

Zhou Yun's expression twitched slightly; Saint Guilliman was barely holding himself together.

The "Unicorn" stopped laughing and shrugged helplessly.

"Fine, I see you're not very enthusiastic."

Her figure instantly dissolved into a pale purple shadow, slicing through the air in a zigzag path, circling past Saint Guilliman to strike Zhou Yun.

But Saint Guilliman was no slower.

The acceleration winding key boosted his movement speed, the high-efficiency pill enhanced the efficiency of all his actions, the portable Jin Zita directly unlocked his body's latent potential.

His white wings, blazing with furious flames, fully unfurled—magnificent and terrifying; a flash of pale green light passed over them as the portable Jin Zita activated the latent potential of Saint Guilliman's wings.

The resulting shockwave created a concave hemispherical space centered on Saint Guilliman, instantly disrupting the "Unicorn"'s attack.

His face bore a terrifying, soul-chilling rage; to combat this "Unicorn," equivalent to Slaanesh incarnate, Saint Guilliman chose to unleash all the fury within his body.

The Bi Gong Spear shot forth like a meteor of celestial fire from deep space, its speed nearly exceeding the upper limits of physical law.

Saint Guilliman leapt into the air, his pure silver feathers crackling with flame as the Tear Spear descended from above, pressing down upon the "Unicorn."

The "Unicorn" marveled at this beautiful form; in her hand, two Jester Blades had appeared out of nowhere, and her elongated tongue coiled around a third.

She tapped one foot on the ground, spun her body—and in an instant, the three blades became a seductive sword dance, like the most skilled dancer from an ancient desert city.

But this dance was lethally precise.

If murder was the domain of Khorne, then pure swordsmanship belonged to Slaanesh—the master of this art.

The two Jester Blades blocked Saint Guilliman's spear.

The blade coiled by her tongue seized its chance and stabbed toward Saint Guilliman's neck.

The blade shimmered with purple radiance; as it flowed, it seemed as if six hundred thousand souls moaned and wailed upon it.

Though the mortal body had limits, Slaanesh could still infuse part of his power into weapons to corrupt and erode Saint Guilliman.

But Saint Guilliman's speed completely exceeded the "Unicorn"'s expectations; his body shifted slightly, and the crimson cloak in his hand swept across the blade coiled on her tongue—

The blade deflected, slashing sideways; purple radiance roared from its edge, vertically slicing through the entire cargo ship.

A metallic wail echoed as electric sparks hissed from the slit; air inside the cabin violently rushed out through the gap.

A piercing, grating screech reverberated as the slash widened rapidly to over half a meter; the entire cargo ship was cleanly severed in two, air continuously pouring out.

All matter sustaining life was rushing out; cold, dark vacuum was rushing in.

But Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman had both been exposed to the adaptation lamp—neither would be affected by the vacuum.

"He enhanced you," the "Unicorn" licked her lips. "You're faster than before."

"But I can still sense the wounds left by Horus a ten thousand years ago—wounds that carry my power."

Saint Guilliman let out a low grunt; the scar left by Horus on his chest erupted violently with Slaanesh's purple-gold radiance.

It lasted only an instant before Saint Guilliman suppressed it—but that brief pause gave the "Unicorn" the opening she needed.

Her body became a blur; her bare, slender foot lashed out toward Saint Guilliman's chest—but at the final moment, it transformed into a sharp crab claw, poised to crush his golden armor.

But suddenly, her movement slowed.

Not just her—the entire ship's flow of time seemed to slow.

Saint Guilliman, the "Unicorn," Guilliman struggling against Slaanesh's toxin, the exalted avatar tumbling endlessly, the air surging through the cracks, the spurting sparks—all became excruciatingly slow.

【Item Name: Mad Clock】

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

【Manufactured: 261. M3】

【Function: A pocket watch capable of adjusting local time flow. Setting the dial to S accelerates time up to 600x; setting it to C decelerates time up to 60,000x. Only the holder remains unaffected. Higher multipliers consume more battery.】

【Value: 330,000,000】

Zhou Yun pressed the Mad Clock in his hand; everything around him, except himself, became extremely slow.

The Mad Clock slowed the local time flow by 60,000x—even sound moved only millimeters per second.

The "Unicorn" and Saint Guilliman had moved faster than any human or Eldar could comprehend—but under 60,000x time slowdown, both now moved sluggishly, advancing only centimeters per second.

Zhou Yun seized the opportunity, twisting the acceleration winding key onto himself; still not satisfied, he quickly pulled a vial of crimson liquid from his pocket and doused himself with it.

Thank the riches of Macragge—otherwise, all these items would have bled Zhou Yun dry after leaving Baal.

With the speed granted by the acceleration winding key, Zhou Yun appeared beside the "Unicorn" in a blink, reaching out to grab her.

The blade sliced through the air; blood gushed from Zhou Yun's neck.

The body of "Horn" suspended in midair suddenly twisted its head around, a gentle smile appearing at the corner of its mouth, while the sharp blade in its hand seemed unaffected by the Time of Madness as it sliced toward Zhou Yun's throat,

at the same time, the cracks on her body suddenly multiplied, as if she were about to collapse at any moment.

"Slowing time... is this some creation from humanity's Golden Age?"

"Horn," with a face full of cracks, smiled and looked at Zhou Yun, asking:

"Pity, but my ability to grant pleasure can transcend the limitations of time and matter."

Slaanesh had clearly poured in more power, almost pressing this body to the brink of destruction, forcibly breaking through the slowed time of the Time of Madness,

Zhou Yun, whose vocal cords had been severed, could only emit a creaking whisper, as intense pleasure surged through his nerves.

"Accept me, and I can heal your matter——————"

Before she could finish speaking, the Tear Spear pierced the air once more, impaling "Horn"'s body suspended in midair from the rear diagonal,

blue sparks filled with hollow death, mixed within golden flames, continuously pouring into "Horn"'s body,

"Horn" immediately let out a sharp wail; pure pain, pain devoid of any joy, was searing her consciousness,

the Time of Madness clock in Zhou Yun's left hand silently brushed past Sanguinius's body, the wound on his throat healed instantly, and the intense pleasure faded away with it,

if one looked closely, one could even see Zhou Yun's skin faintly tinged with red, as if he had bathed in fresh blood.

【Item Name: Sigmund's Elixir】

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

【Production Time: 271. M3】

【Function: An item crafted based on the legend of the hero Sigmund bathing in dragon blood and becoming immortal; after bathing in the blood-like liquid within the bottle, one gains immortality for thirty minutes, with only a small leaf-shaped weak point on the back.】

【Value: 89,900,000】

That Slaanesh, as a Warp deity, could to some extent break free from the influence of time did not surprise Zhou Yun,

so he cautiously anointed himself with this Sigmund's Elixir, which grants thirty minutes of immortality,

as long as the leaf-shaped weak point on his back was not struck, Zhou Yun would be absolutely immortal.

"Horn"'s body was impaled by Sanguinius's Spear of the Final Victory, with golden and blue interwoven flames continuously surging out from within her,

she let out a roar mixed with pain and furious humiliation, staring fixedly at Zhou Yun,

not only her, but within the Warp, Slaanesh also let out a reluctant low growl,

so close, so close; if only a bit more power had been poured into this body,

it writhed, trying to squeeze into this body that had already reached its limit.

But just then, Slaanesh suddenly sensed a bright, scorching sunlight rising behind it,

that sunlight illuminated nearly the entire Warp near Macragge, causing countless demons to wail and cry out in terror.

"Slaanesh," a majestic voice, as if composed of the combined voices of billions upon billions of humans, rang out,

in that moment, the sky of the Warp dawned.

(End of this chapter)