Chapter 313: Ding, ding, ding! Earth-Destroying Bomb! (A 6,500-character long chapter)

Zhou Yun, in a pleasant mood, stuffed the black sword he had recovered from the Black Templars' heretical blade and the three virus bombs into his fourth-dimensional pocket.

Counting the black sword he had reclaimed from Abaddon that belonged to Marshal Amalrich's crusade, Zhou Yun had now collected two black swords in his fourth-dimensional pocket.

According to what Sanguinius had said before, although Sigismund was already dead, his hatred for Abaddon and Chaos was so profound that the fragments of his consciousness had merged with the machine spirit within the black sword.

If he could collect more than half of the black swords and combine them with the authority Zhou Yun had obtained from the Domain of Malicious Arts, he might be able to revive Sigismund's consciousness from the machine spirit.

This was the reason Zhou Yun had never sold the black swords.

A mechanical body with Sigismund's soul as the machine spirit would, theoretically, not even be restrained by the daemon sword Drach'nyen.

That daemon sword was born from humanity's first murder and restrained all of humanity; it was one of Abaddon's greatest trump cards.

Zhou Yun was very curious: if Drach'nyen's restraint against humanity were removed, who would come out on top, Abaddon or Sigismund?

Hmm, it should be a three-seven split, right? Sigismund three, Abaddon seven. After all, Abaddon was the dignified Chosen of the Four Gods; Sigismund would need at least three swords to chop Abaddon into seven pieces.

Zhou Yun put away the black sword and told the three Black Templar chaplains on the *Calamity of Heretics* about his plan to collect the black swords and revive Sigismund.

The three chaplains were extremely excited and praised Saint Doraemon repeatedly; they never expected that Saint Doraemon could not only revive a Primarch but even the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Champion.

It was just a pity that the Black Templars were always a decentralized organization, and their duties were limited to escorting this black sword and vetting loyalty; they had no way to have the other black swords sent to Zhou Yun.

These three chaplains could only promise Zhou Yun that after completing the deployment of those five hundred Black Templar warriors, they would search for other crusade fleets scattered across the galaxy, trying to find the other black swords to bring back that founder of the Black Templars, the first Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Champion, Sigismund.

After coming down from the *Calamity of Heretics*, Zhou Yun went to see Guilliman, who was processing government affairs all night.

Upon learning that the Black Templars had actually maintained a scale of at least five thousand, or perhaps even ten thousand, people, Guilliman praised the Black Templars repeatedly, complimenting them for being worthy descendants of Dorn.

Although the fact that they were extremely devout to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and had almost blown up Macragge made Guilliman feel a little awkward, maintaining such a scale for ten thousand years while constantly conducting crusades against Chaos meant the Black Templars were indeed the chapter that had done the most work during the ten thousand years he was in a coma.

Guilliman very much hoped to receive the help of the Black Templars, but unfortunately, after the Great Rift opened, most of the Black Templars' crusade fleets had lost contact.

After Guilliman threw himself back into those tedious and complex tasks, Zhou Yun returned to his residence alone.

After the Doraemon Chapter plan began, Guilliman had expanded the area in Hera Fortress allocated to Zhou Yun.

Surrounding it was the garrison of the Doraemon Chapter, while the central area was where Zhou Yun and the officers of the Doraemon Chapter lived.

As soon as Zhou Yun returned, he heard roars coming from the training ground behind his residence, with thunderous and explosive sounds coming from time to time.

Zhou Yun walked toward the training ground with a bit of curiosity.

This training ground was a small Roman-style arena, built from rough hard stone, surrounded by layers of stone steps, with a sand pit filled with fine sand in the middle.

At this moment, four figures were standing in the sand pit, seemingly in a 2-on-2 battle.

Zhou Yun stood silently by a marble pillar, looking down at the battle from above.

One side was the Blood Angels First Captain, Karlaen, equipped with Terminator power armor, and the Blood Angels Chief Librarian, Mephiston.

The other side was Xiang Xiang Leina and the Harlequin Shadowseer, Sylandri Veilwalker.

Sylandri Veilwalker was someone Zhou Yun had asked back from Cegorach.

"Laughing God, Sylandri is my beloved; you cannot take away what I love!"

"Understood! Understood!"

Although Sylandri Veilwalker was completely confused at the time, Cegorach directly appointed Sylandri Veilwalker as the Ambassador of Friendship between the Aeldari and Humanity, responsible for communication between Him and Zhou Yun, and kicked her over to Zhou Yun.

Sylandri Veilwalker was, in a sense, a scarce talent; Zhou Yun really needed her for some sneaky business.

It was just unexpected how she had gotten mixed into this arena.

A roar from Xiang Xiang Leina interrupted Zhou Yun's thoughts.

She was wearing a portable pyramid on her head; this item could stimulate a person's potential.

Xiang Xiang Leina had previously used Memory Bread, but although she had forcibly memorized a lot of theoretical knowledge about psychic powers, she hadn't actually learned it, and she forgot it all after going to the bathroom once.

Zhou Yun, having no other choice, gave her a portable pyramid, hoping to stimulate the potential of her brain.

The result was that Xiang Xiang Leina's psychic power had improved under the effect of the portable pyramid, and at the same time, her resistance to the whispering voices in the Warp had also increased.

It was just that her learning ability remained the same, becoming increasingly "pure and simple."

Pale psychic flames were constantly splashing in her eyes, and her whole body was shrouded in an arc of light that seemed both real and illusory; she was suspended in mid-air.

As her roar sounded, the veil between reality and the Warp was torn apart in an instant; the air in the arena suddenly turned cold due to the psychic reaction, condensing into sparkling frost in the air.

A psychic lightning bolt condensed from the power of the Empyrean flickered with azure light in Xiang Xiang Leina's palm.

That hurricane drew an arc in the air that defied the laws of physics, carrying a hissing sound as it smashed heavily toward Captain Karlaen on the ground.

Captain Karlaen held the relic Hammer of Baal high, and the Iron Halo behind his head also emitted a buzzing sound.

The blue energy field accumulated in the Hammer of Baal emitted a blast, and the Iron Halo projected a deflection field, colliding with the psychic lightning shot by Xiang Xiang Leina.

The thunder and the energy field electrolyzed the surrounding air simultaneously; a smell of ozone drifted, and the splashing electric current melted and burned the surrounding fine sand black.

The Bamboo-Copter on Captain Karlaen's head rotated silently; this small item suddenly gave Captain Karlaen huge lift.

Wearing Terminator power armor, he flew up like a scarlet cannonball, wielding the buzzing Hammer of Baal and smashing it toward Xiang Xiang Leina in mid-air.

Xiang Xiang Leina raised one hand, and the psychic power around her was injected with her will, instantly condensing in front of her to form a heavy defensive field; this was one of the few psychokinetic psychic spells she could still use now.

The Hammer of Baal collided with Xiang Xiang Leina's defensive field, and Xiang Xiang Leina tried to deflect the Hammer of Baal with her own will.

But Captain Karlaen gritted his teeth, relying on his own flesh and blood strength, the auxiliary power of the Terminator power armor, and the power of the relic Hammer of Baal to contend with Xiang Xiang Leina's will.

Compared to this, the battle between Sylandri Veilwalker and Mephiston was relatively simple.

Sylandri Veilwalker rushed toward Mephiston, her figure turning into hundreds of thousands of broken color blocks in an instant, flickering in the sand pit, almost as if she had disappeared from where she was.

But Mephiston was not in a hurry; he just raised his hand slightly.

A psychic force instantly covered the entire sand pit; in an instant, all the sand grains rose from the ground, and along with them was the hidden Sylandri Veilwalker.

Mephiston pinched the air, and her body was instantly restrained in mid-air; with a light flick of his finger, Sylandri Veilwalker was thrown out of the sand pit like a rag, falling heavily among the stone-carved spectator seats.

The few Astartes and Cadian 184th Regiment soldiers sitting sparsely in the spectator seats followed with cheers.

"How did you provoke them?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but laugh out loud, sitting down beside Sylandri Veilwalker, who had fallen into the spectator seats.

This Harlequin Shadowseer had white eyes and trembling lips, looking aggrieved as if she had been bullied.

But before she could speak, Finn, a soldier of the Blood Angels 6th Company sitting on the side, now one of the Doraemon Chosen and the one who had once brought back the Spear of Telesto for the Blood Angels, spoke a step ahead: "We were conducting a routine sparring session, and Veilwalker suddenly joined in."

"It's shameful, our strength is no match for Veilwalker; most of the soldiers were knocked down by her."

"Later, when she met someone she couldn't beat, Veilwalker even dragged in Captain Xiang Xiang Leina, relying on Captain Xiang Xiang Leina's psychic power to fight us in a two-on-two."

"Then later, Captain Karlaen and Lord Mephiston noticed the situation in the arena, so Lord Mephiston invited Veilwalker for a First Blood duel; he wanted to see the skills of the Aeldari Harlequins."

"Veilwalker originally wanted to refuse, but Captain Xiang Xiang Leina wanted to see the gap between herself and Lord Mephiston in terms of psychic power, so she agreed first."

"I just wanted to bully some ordinary Astartes." Sylandri Veilwalker said weakly: "Who knew there would be a monster like Mephiston, who is considered a psychic lunatic even among us Aeldari."

Zhou Yun shook his head with a helpless smile.

Sylandri Veilwalker's strength was indeed good; the captains of ordinary chapters were not her opponents.

It was a pity that Mephiston, this Blood Angels Chief Librarian, was one of the top psychics in the entire Human Empire and even the galaxy.

Among those existences who could still be called human and could move freely in the material universe, the only ones who could steadily beat him were perhaps just a few people, including the Tzeentch Chosen Ahriman.

And on Macragge, excluding the two Primarchs, only Tigurius, who was currently working overtime, was his opponent.

Sylandri Veilwalker belonged to the type who wanted to find some fun, but ended up becoming the fun herself.

Xiang Xiang Leina in the sand pit noticed that Sylandri Veilwalker had been taken out by Mephiston in seconds, and her expression suddenly stiffened.

She had seen Mephiston's psychic power when she was at Ashford, but at that time Mephiston had faced the Hive Mind directly, blown up a group of Alpha-level Brain Bugs and Zoanthropes, and had been quite seriously injured.

Xiang Xiang Leina gritted her teeth, and the portable pyramid on her head suddenly burst out with a green light; her psychic potential was suddenly stimulated by this item.

In an instant, Xiang Xiang Leina felt that every cell in her body was soaked in psychic power, constantly falling into the Warp, seemingly becoming some kind of non-physical existence.

She opened her mouth slightly, letting out a silent roar, and psychic flames and light whistled out from her five senses simultaneously.

She waved her arms violently, her will pressing hard on the reality dimension; Karlaen watched in astonishment as the reality around him twisted and turned under the control of Xiang Xiang Leina's will.

Xiang Xiang Leina heavily threw Karlaen and the entire space around her toward the spectator seats.

Explosive sounds rang out in the spectator seats, and everyone dodged one after another; Zhou Yun also grabbed Sylandri Veilwalker, who had been beaten to exhaustion by Mephiston, and flashed to the side.

Karlaen was embedded into the heavy rock, twisting his body, but the Terminator power armor on his body had been damaged by Xiang Xiang Leina's psychic power and he was temporarily unable to move.

Mephiston in the sand pit noticed that Xiang Xiang Leina had subdued Karlaen, and slowly raised a hand.

In an instant, some kind of power transcending the reality dimension seemed to be squirming under Mephiston's flesh and blood body, and a pitch-black shadow was spreading toward the surroundings with him as the center.

This Blood Angels Chief Librarian used his psychic power, competing with Xiang Xiang Leina for the dominance of reality.

The psychic powers of the two intersected in mid-air, and reality let out a wail due to the crushing force from the Warp power.

The surrounding Blood Angels couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration, just because Xiang Xiang Leina hadn't fallen immediately in front of Mephiston's psychic power.

But after a few minutes of such a psychic duel, Xiang Xiang Leina felt she couldn't hold on.

She couldn't judge what level she had reached with the psychic power gained from the portable pyramid stimulating her psychic potential, but there was no doubt that this psychic power exceeded the carrying limit of her physical body, dragging her toward the edge of collapse at every moment.

And Mephiston's psychic power also made Xiang Xiang Leina feel fear; her control over reality was getting weaker and weaker, and Mephiston's psychic power easily overwhelmed hers.

In the end, Xiang Xiang Leina couldn't contend and could only raise her hand to surrender to Mephiston, withdrawing her psychic power and landing in the sand pit.

"When did you start liking duels?" Zhou Yun stepped into the sand pit and grabbed Xiang Xiang Leina, who was sweating profusely, from the sand.

"Ever since I discovered that learning couldn't improve my psychic techniques." Xiang Xiang Leina tried to wipe the sweat from her forehead with psychic power, but accidentally scratched a blood mark on herself.

She tried to repair the wound with psychic power, but the flesh and blood grew too much, and a meat tumor appeared on Xiang Xiang Leina's forehead.

Xiang Xiang Leina let out a frustrated hum and reached out to physically tear the meat tumor off.

The portable pyramid did indeed improve her psychic power, but this psychic power raised out of thin air was harder to master; Xiang Xiang Leina could barely use most psychic spells and could only rely purely on psychic power to overwhelm others.

"So I participated in the duel pit, trying to improve my combat skills." "It's still quite useful, do you want to try it too?"

Xiang Xiang Leina pointed to the sand pit under her feet and said; in her impression, Zhou Yun's combat skills were quite average, except for his marksmanship and the famous sword *Dian Guang Wan*.

Hearing Xiang Xiang Leina's suggestion, before Zhou Yun could react, Mephiston retreated a step in horror, seemingly wanting to leave the duel pit without attracting attention.

The Blood Angels on the surrounding seats also showed similar expressions; they all hurriedly covered the chapter relics on their bodies, seemingly remembering some dark memories.

"Sure, can I bring my own weapons?"

Saying this, Zhou Yun reached into his fourth-dimensional pocket and casually took out a revolver:

"This is a combat pistol; one shot can destroy a tank."

Before anyone present could react, Zhou Yun dug into his pocket again and took out a gun with a sci-fi feel:

"This is the Overlord Gun; one shot can destroy a building."

Xiang Xiang Leina swallowed slightly and also moved away from Zhou Yun with a little horror.

She could also destroy a building, but this weapon was a gun; Zhou Yun's marksmanship was perfect and had never missed.

"And this, this is—"

Zhou Yun suddenly reached out his hand, the fourth-dimensional pocket expanded, and a dark green airdrop bomb was held high by him:

"Ding, ding, ding, ding! Earth-Destroying Bomb!"

The sound of gasps rang out all around, and everyone looked at the bomb in Zhou Yun's hand with a bit of horror.

Not a single mistake, not a single one, read every single word!

Xiang Xiang Leina was sweating profusely; she only then realized that she shouldn't have suggested letting Zhou Yun come to the duel pit.

"Boss Zhou Yun!" Just at this moment, Sylandri Veilwalker did a somersault and walked a few steps to Zhou Yun's front.

"Why, do you want to have a duel of death with me?" Saying this, Zhou Yun smiled and looked at Sylandri Veilwalker, the Earth-Destroying Bomb in his hand tilting slightly toward her direction.

Sylandri Veilwalker was startled and hurriedly flashed backward: "You better hold it steady!"

She hesitated for a moment, but finally leaned close to Zhou Yun and whispered:

"The Laughing God's side is ready; He has already sent an invitation to the God of Death."

"Inviting Ynnead to go to the Black Library to discuss the future of the Aeldari."

Yvraine stood at the high point of the Aeldari Embassy on Macragge, gazing at the Guilliman Temple in the distance.

During this time, she had spoken with the Lord of the Ultramarines several times.

What a perfect existence he was, with both childishness and maturity existing on him simultaneously.

The childishness lay in the fact that the time he had actually walked in the world was only a mere two or three hundred years, shorter than Yvraine's.

The maturity lay in the fact that he had actually existed for ten thousand years. Of course, the childishness and maturity were more reflected in his mind.

The childishness lay in the incredible ideals that filled the depths of his heart; the maturity lay in the fact that he was so full of power and wisdom that he was doing his best to walk on the path of realizing his dreams.

Yvraine had never felt such admiration and respect for a human, even though there were many conflicts of interest between them.

Of course, this did not mean that there were no other existences among humans worthy of Yvraine's respect.

Sanguinius was one, and that "Humanity's Death God," Zhou Yun, was another; these two were also equally noble existences.

But Sanguinius was more like some kind of Warp existence, sublime and holy.

Zhou Yun was... uh, Yvraine didn't know how to describe Zhou Yun; that man's spirit and energy were simply not like those of this era, as if he were not in the same worldview as everyone else.

Even when the two brushed past each other in Guilliman's command room, that Zhou Yun suddenly made a suggestion, saying something about how for the sake of cooperation between humans and Aeldari, to deepen the relationship between the two races, he thought he could marry Guilliman or something.

This suggestion made The Visarch furious, cursing and saying it was some kind of humiliation.

But Yvraine herself had no ill feelings about this, just slightly surprised at Zhou Yun's jumping thoughts.

Although Aeldari often called humans monkeys, or *monkeigh* in the Aeldari language, in reality, humans and true *monkeigh*, that is, the barbaric species that had once enslaved the Aeldari, were fundamentally different.

Even the Aeldari and humans were quite close physiologically; this point was recognized by the most rational scholars of both races.

From a broad classification, both humans and Aeldari belonged to bipedal primate psychic races, and the genetic basis of both was deoxyribonucleic acid sequences, only humans had two strands, and Aeldari had three.

Although it was difficult to give birth to children through direct mating, it was very easy to create hybrids of the two races through biotechnological means.

And Guilliman, compared to most Aeldari males, lacked that kind of self-pitying awkwardness and the perversion hidden under forced abstinence, and had a unique sense of seriousness.

Yvraine actually considered Zhou Yun's suggestion; after all, Guilliman was not revived by the Ynnari, and the relationship between the two races was a bit thin.

Just at this moment, footsteps sounded from behind Yvraine, and The Visarch, wearing red armor, walked silently behind Yvraine.

"Little girl," The Visarch said in a gentle voice.

Yvraine felt that she had goosebumps blown out by the hot wind of Macragge; she couldn't help but pull a little distance away from The Visarch.

The Visarch had once been her teacher when she was on the Craftworld; Yvraine respected him.

If it weren't for the feelings he showed toward Yvraine, she would respect him even more.

"You should know that the Laughing God has sent an invitation to Ynnead," The Visarch said.

The Visarch was Ynnead's Chosen; although the degree of blessing he received was not as good as Yvraine's, he could still hear the whispers in Ynnead's sleep.

The Laughing God, Cegorach, had sent an invitation to Ynnead, inviting Ynnead to enter the Black Library to discuss the future of the Aeldari.

This was the first time... After Ynnead's initial revival, the Laughing God seemed to have always been wary of Ynnead.

Although Ynnead's birth had the help of the Harlequins under His command, He had always been communicating with Ynnead indirectly through the Harlequins and Yvraine.

He had always been unwilling to completely open the Black Library to the Ynnari and Ynnead, but instead hid in it by Himself.

But why would He do this this time?

Yvraine frowned slightly: "Is the Laughing God playing some kind of trick?"

Ynnead had just initially been born and was largely thinking by instinct; His intelligence was congenitally insufficient.

The Visarch's combat ability was good, but his intelligence couldn't be said to be very high; she didn't know what he was thinking about with his Aeldari multiple lobes.

So among the three pillars of the Ynnari, only Yvraine would think and make plans.

"What trick could there be?" The Visarch shook his head and said: "Little girl, you think too much."

"Cegorach is the last Aeldari deity, and Ynnead is the Aeldari god about to be born; how could Cegorach play tricks on Ynnead? That is His brother."

"The broken Khaine, Ynnead, and Cegorach can form a small Aeldari pantheon; for Cegorach, who is now the master of the pantheon and responsible for reconciling the pantheon, this is absolutely beneficial; His power and influence will also be enhanced."

"What's more," The Visarch's tone carried a bit of disdain: "Cegorach was already the marginal one in the pantheon; He only managed to control the pantheon by luck and running away, and His position in it is not as good as Ynnead's; how could He possibly plot against Ynnead."

Yvraine didn't speak.

She knew Cegorach better than The Visarch, who had always been in the temple on the Craftworld. Many temples on the Craftworld had picked up the faith of the old pantheon, revering the dead gods, mourning those broken glories, just like the Aeldari immersed in the glory of the past... They had never worshipped Cegorach, this only remaining Aeldari god.

But Yvraine, who walked in the galaxy, clearly knew that Cegorach was a great deity, perhaps the greatest among the Aeldari gods.

He cared about the Aeldari pantheon, cared about His other brothers, cared about His power, but... but these were not the most important things in the bottom of His heart.

What He truly cared about was only...

Yvraine shook her head.

"No, I must be overthinking."

"How could the Laughing God... how could He backstab Ynnead, who is also an Aeldari god?"

"What benefit could this have for Him? The destruction of the pantheon again would only damage Him..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 314 =====