Chapter 332: If You Don't Drink It All, I'll Beat You!!

No wonder I felt an inexplicable sense of danger the moment I entered this command center, even deeper than the danger felt when facing Nurgle directly.

The Codex Imperialis replacing the Codex Astartes?!

Roboute Guilliman once destroyed nine Space Marine Legions with a single Codex Astartes, achieving what Horus and the entire Chaos could not.

If he actually writes a Codex Imperialis, won't the entire galaxy burn directly?

Even more terrifying, Zhou Yun glanced at the outline Guilliman had already finished, which depicted the political form Guilliman envisioned for the entire Imperium.

He planned a rational administrative system where every human is a screw and gear on a bureaucratic assembly line, where personal likes and dislikes, fatigue, or even sudden death cannot affect the system.

This administrative system, this bureaucratic assembly line, even encompasses Guilliman, Sanguinius, and Zhou Yun himself.

Zhou Yun looked around from every angle and finally saw words between the lines; the two words written throughout the entire book were "overtime"!

If Guilliman really completes this system, both Zhou Yun and Sanguinius will have to work overtime.

What a close call! What a close call! Fortunately, it was discovered in time!

Without hesitation, Zhou Yun tore this document into shreds and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

"I just discovered that the corpse of this document happens to be one of the things I need."

Guilliman opened his mouth slightly, and his commanding hand extended into the air froze.

His expression made Zhou Yun feel somewhat reluctant to do this.

After all, wearing the Armor of Fate, Guilliman finds reading and writing extremely difficult; his daily office work usually relies on the assistance of Chapter servants.

These drafts were obviously written by Guilliman after expending great effort and overcoming numerous difficulties.

But Zhou Yun thought for a moment: if it weren't for the Armor of Fate, Guilliman's efficiency might have already nearly completed this Codex Imperialis.

In an instant, Zhou Yun couldn't help but feel sincere admiration for the Grand Sage Belisarius Cawl, who designed this power armor.

It was because the Grand Sage did not design auxiliary mechanical arms for this power armor that he curbed Guilliman's dangerous behavior.

The Grand Sage has virtue! The Grand Sage should indeed be named Dora!

Guilliman sighed, but he quickly adjusted his state back.

"Drogus told me you went to the Warp, to the domain of the Plague God?"

Guilliman quickly assumed a working posture and asked Zhou Yun.

"Yes, I now need some things; if successful, it should make Nurgle turn to our side," Zhou Yun nodded and said.

Although he had some concerns about cooperating with a Warp God, Guilliman still nodded.

"What do you need?"

Guilliman was even prepared for Zhou Yun to need some blasphemous, dangerous, or terrifying things.

"I need minced meat, pickled yellow radish dried strips, salted fish, jam, dried fish, mochi, instant coffee, cicada sloughs, and wooden clogs."

Zhou Yun said this to Guilliman with a serious face.

"..." Guilliman was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a tense face: "Welcome to Luo Bote's General Store, glad to serve you."

In the Garden of Nurgle, the Father looked at Zhou Yun with curiosity as he walked out of a red-and-pink wooden door holding a pile of groceries from the Material Realm.

Zhou Yun kicked an iron pot from the Material Universe into the Warp with one foot; under Nurgle's interested gaze, he watched Zhou Yun set up the iron pot in the Garden of Nurgle.

To accommodate Zhou Yun, Nurgle specially controlled the power of the Garden of Nurgle to prevent interference with Zhou Yun's cooking of a good soup.

"What is this?" Nurgle asked as he watched Zhou Yun stuff some papers under the pot.

"This is a roll of dangerous toilet paper."

While taking out the baseball bat of the Fat Tiger Great Demon to ignite these papers, Zhou Yun said seriously:

"Its predecessor destroyed nine Space Marine Legions, and this roll has the potential to make the entire galaxy burn."

"Using it as fuel for the soup pot is perfect."

After using the Nuskhnama created by Guilliman's painstaking efforts—oh no, the Codex Imperialis—as fuel, Zhou Yun placed the materials in his hand beside the iron pot and looked at Nurgle, saying:

"Now, I will demonstrate the framework of the Numerology system."

"Based on the nine things from the Material Universe: minced meat, pickled yellow radish dried strips, salted fish, jam, dried fish, mochi, instant coffee, cicada sloughs, and wooden clogs."

"Nine is the holy number of the Master of a Thousand Changes, the symbol of all possibilities, capable of bringing us brand-new changes."

Although hearing Tzeentch's holy number made Nurgle somewhat uneasy, Nurgle still nodded lightly, allowing Zhou Yun to operate.

Tzeentch, who was secretly spying on this scene, couldn't help but cackle with laughter.

This fat man was actually fooled by such a small trick; his holy number is nine, but the effect of the holy number requires him to be willing to exert power.

What Numerology? Believing in this stuff is no better than believing in him—hmm?

Tzeentch blinked in confusion; he noticed that after Zhou Yun sequentially placed the nine materials into the pot, some indescribable effect truly seemed to arise, stirring up slight ripples in the Warp.

"Then, we will pour in the water seven times; this is your holy number, the most suitable number to use when cooking soup."

Zhou Yun continued speaking, then began pouring the water into the soup pot in seven portions.

The water in the pot quickly began to boil and bubble, and the nine materials kept rolling in the soup pot.

Nurgle vaguely smelled a certain scent overflowing from the soup pot, constantly circulating and changing, disturbing the Warp structure that constituted the Garden of Nurgle.

He blinked in considerable confusion; although Zhou Yun used his holy number, Nurgle clearly knew he did not participate in Zhou Yun's soup-cooking process.

And the materials in Zhou Yun's soup pot—undoubtedly, these are pure Material Realm products that are nothing more than groceries or even trash, yet they truly triggered fluctuations in the Empyrean.

"Next, I will stir twenty-two times; this is my holy number, symbolizing the power I have obtained from three aspects: malicious arts, corrosive destruction, and greedy dissolution."

Zhou Yun carefully stirred the soup pot twenty-two times with a ladle, making the things inside the pot almost merge into a single mass.

Then Zhou Yun covered the soup pot and let it simmer.

"Do you intend to compete for the fifth position?"

Taking advantage of the time while the soup was cooking, Nurgle lowered his body and asked Zhou Yun:

"I am not very willing to see a fifth one born; the fifth position is already cursed."

"All accumulated on it are self-destructive emotions; whoever goes up there will not have a good ending."

"But if you wish to compete with Little Va'kthor for the sixth, I wish to support you; Va'kthor is too indifferent toward life."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun showed a hint of curiosity on his face,

"Can one skip the fifth and directly birth the sixth Subspace God?"

As his understanding of Subspace deepened and his own essence awakened, Zhou Yun roughly realized that the divine seats within Subspace possess a specific order.

The four domains of Corruption and Fall, Hellstorm, Heartless Slaughter, and Ecstatic Perception each already have their masters in sequence.

While Erosion and Destruction, that is, the domain of the Dark King, is occupied by Hua Di Huang to the greatest extent, it remains stuck on the eve of Ascension.

Following Erosion and Destruction comes Vile Arts, the domain belonging to Va'kthor and Zhou Yun.

After that, Greed Dissolution and Formless Distortion; it is unknown which is the seventh and which is the eighth.

"Little Va'kthor always believes it is possible."

Nurgle shifted his body and said:

"Even if it cannot be done, one can at least become like the Cursed One's current state: infinitely close to Ascension yet not having Ascended."

"In a sense, the Great Devourer also approaches this state, so I do not advise you to compete with the Great Devourer in this domain; unless He voluntarily abandons everything, it will be difficult for you to succeed."

"But you have an advantage in the sixth position; Va'kthor's represented curiosity and innovation have gained Tzeentch's support, and since He was born from intense arms races and can promote the intensity of war, He has gained Khorne's support."

Nurgle spoke to Zhou Yun about the situation in Subspace like an eager mentor and elder:

"But I said I do not like him; Little Slaanesh probably does not wish to see your fall either. I guess the Master of Mankind stands on your side as well, right?"

"Even if the Master of Mankind is restricted, it is at least two against two; I can hold Tzeentch, Little Slaanesh can hold Khorne, and you and Va'kthor can fairly decide the victor."

Zhou Yun pondered without rashly answering Nurgle.

The world often thinks Nurgle is simple, but Nurgle is actually equally skilled in schemes and seduction.

It is just that, unlike Tzeentch, Nurgle is more skilled at planting seeds and then waiting quietly for them to sprout.

Zhou Yun could not judge Nurgle's intentions in these words; even if he intended to believe them, he must at least pass the judgment of the Right-or-Wrong Machine before deciding again.

"It's fine, it's fine; patience is a good thing." Nurgle held his belly and laughed, saying: "The Wang Zuo of the Highest Heaven will naturally have its master; as long as one waits patiently, someone will eventually sit upon it."

"But the fifth is bad; absolutely do not attempt to sit upon the fifth. Even if Little Slaanesh tries to entice you, do not sit; even if the Master of Mankind tries to entice you, do not; that position is cursed!"

Zhou Yun nodded slightly and was about to speak when he saw the soup pot he was cooking begin to bubble.

Boom!!!

A powerful explosion rang out, and a burst of pitch-black steam suddenly flipped the pot lid.

Thick, blackened broth churned in the pot; wooden clogs, salted fish, and dried radish floated in the soup with a posture of facing death without fear, while the other ingredients had vanished without a trace.

Afterwards, several bubbles burst on the surface of the broth; instantly, a suspicious smell filled the entire Nurgle Garden, powerfully rushing toward the faces of Zhou Yun, the Benevolent Father, and the Nurgle Daemons watching from the surroundings.

"If you don't drink it all, I'll beat you!!!!"

It seemed they all heard this declaration full of violence in their ears.

(End of this chapter)