Chapter 389

Xiang Xiang Leina vented her remaining psychic power on the battlefield.

At this moment, she felt as if she had stepped into the daemon arena deep within the legendary Huang Tong Citadel. Endless daemons turned into a blood-red tide and rushed toward Xiang Xiang Leina.

Gunfire provided support from behind her; lasers and bolters might be able to hurt them and temporarily block their steps,

But to kill them... only the most primitive ways: fists, blades, and psychic warhammers.

Xiang Xiang Leina was not good at fighting with fists and feet, and did not like blades, but psychic power...

She roared the names of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Saint Doraemon, and intense psychic power tore those scarlet and twisted daemons into two halves.

Although Xiang Xiang Leina had already consumed more than 70% of her psychic power to deal with one Bloodthirster, the remaining 30% was enough to let these malicious existences from another dimension taste the anger of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Saint Doraemon.

Through the long blood, Xiang Xiang Leina could vaguely see the Lion's Gate one kilometer away.

Under the blood-red burning sky, that gate still stood as before. Macro-cannons and lasers poured down from the top of the gate, tearing gullies into the scarred ground, spilling onto the daemon army, and supporting the Cadian 184th Regiment and the Grey Knights who were retreating toward the city gate—

Thanks to Saint Doraemon's protection, Xiang Xiang Leina contacted Grand Master Voldus of the 3rd Brotherhood. He explained Xiang Xiang Leina's identity to the other Grey Knights and let the Grey Knights temporarily ignore Xiang Xiang Leina's psychic power, which was clearly not trained or restricted.

If not for this, in the eyes of the Grey Knights, Xiang Xiang Leina would be a bomb more threatening than a Greater Daemon.

She was, after all, an Alpha-level psyker. Relying on the two gadgets, the Portable Pyramid and the High-Efficiency Pill, she could further enhance her psychic power. If she lost control, she would likely turn into a twisted Warp gate on the spot, letting the daemons appear directly behind the Grey Knights.

But fortunately, Grand Master Voldus vouched for Xiang Xiang Leina, and in the process of retreating to the Lion's Gate, Xiang Xiang Leina and the Cadian 184th Regiment also gained their trust in battle, it's just...

"If you were male, and if your age were appropriate, we would have an excellent brother."

"It's a pity, you are female, and your age is too old. It's really a pity."

Grey Knight Justicar Alcuin brandished the warhammer in his hand, smashed the skull of a Khorne daemon, then slightly raised that peculiar crusader-style helmet, staring at Xiang Xiang Leina, who was wantonly wielding psychic power without worrying about Warp erosion and corruption, and said.

"..." Xiang Xiang Leina responded to the Grey Knight with silence while throwing two collapsed spires heavily toward the daemon army.

This was not the first time Xiang Xiang Leina had heard such words.

Mephiston had said similar words, and Tigurius had said them too. They all lamented that Xiang Xiang Leina could have become an excellent Astartes Librarian.

At first, Xiang Xiang Leina had a little pride, feeling that this was a recognition.

But as she heard this sentence more, Xiang Xiang Leina had become a bit numb.

Regardless of her identity, she would fight loyally for the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Saint Doraemon.

Hmm?!

Xiang Xiang Leina noticed that the atmosphere on the battlefield had suddenly changed.

The buzzing sound of tracks turning suddenly rang out, followed by the sound of steel, artillery fire, and military boots stepping into the muddy ground.

Blood-red dark clouds fell continuously, and foul-smelling gray-dark pool water overflowed from the craters, forming dark, black little pools. Corpses floated in the water.

These corpses wore tattered military uniforms blown to pieces, wearing steel helmets and simple gas masks, looking at Xiang Xiang Leina with gray, dead faces.

"Somme, Somme, yes, yes, this is their name."

"Yes! Yes! All dead! All rotted!"

"Germans, British, and French are all the same!"

"Somme, Somme, there was a great war a long time ago."

"When people were young, when people stuck flowers into gun barrels, that was a terrifying great war."

"Tall tanks held up their gun barrels, and there were terrifying machine guns. People screamed, killing day after day, night after night in front of black barbed wire."

"Since then, the swamp has appeared here, drowning the anger, constantly spreading, spreading, spreading..."

The stench of rotting corpses rushed directly to Xiang Xiang Leina's nose. Those dead faces wailed loudly at Xiang Xiang Leina.

Barbed wire gathered into the form of flesh and blood, tank tracks turned into buzzing chain-saws, machine guns roared and poured out bullets, and mortars formed armor of steel.

This was a massacre, this was slaughter without honor or meaning.

Soldiers gained nothing from this war, except killing and being killed.

It was powerful because of this, the Somme, it was powerful because of this.

On Terra, it was much more powerful than the Bloodthirster Xiang Xiang Leina had killed.

Because it was born from one of the cruelest wars on Terra, born from one of humanity's most meaningless slaughters.

It constantly absorbed the power of this war and the ancient fear of it remaining on Terra.

Here, it revealed its form.

Xiang Xiang Leina's remaining psychic power was sprinkled on the Somme's body, but its body, covered by simple barbed wire, was so solid that it didn't even move much in front of Xiang Xiang Leina's psychic power.

Then the Somme spread its wings. Its wings were composed of countless primitive and rough machine guns, and countless bullets swept toward Xiang Xiang Leina and the soldiers of the Cadian 184th Regiment beside her.

Xiang Xiang Leina hurriedly mobilized psychic power to collide with those brass bullets, but there were still bullets that grazed Xiang Xiang Leina's psychic warhammer, leaving a bloodstain on her face.

"Raise the psychic shield!" Grey Knight Justicar Alcuin let out a low roar, brandishing his warhammer to meet the Somme's track chain-saw axe.

Intense psychic potential was released from Alcuin's body, turning into psychic lightning that scorched the Somme's body.

Alcuin's words made Xiang Xiang Leina's expression twitch slightly, but she still just wielded her psychic warhammer and smashed it onto the Somme's body.

At the same time, Xiang Xiang Leina noticed that battles were also breaking out near her.

She saw Mephiston fighting two Bloodthirsters, and Chief Librarian of the Astropathic Choir Kaelaplin was also blocking a Bloodthirster alone.

Other Astartes also gathered together, colliding with other Bloodthirsters and ordinary Khorne daemons...

But obviously, the battle situation had only just reached a balance. These Bloodthirsters invading Terra were obviously the best among the Khorne Greater Daemons... Those eighty-eight Khorne daemon legions were obviously also elite.

However, Xiang Xiang Leina knew that there was still one force that hadn't acted. She had heard of it when she was young: the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's bodyguards, those golden warriors.

As long as they entered the battle, they could reverse the situation.

But where were they?!

Just at this moment, Shield-Captain Valerian, holding a power spear, killed his way into the battlefield of Xiang Xiang Leina, Grey Knight Alcuin, and the Greater Daemon Somme.

He was followed by three Sisters of Silence. The appearance of the Sisters of Silence made Xiang Xiang Leina feel a wave of nausea in her stomach.

But the Sisters of Silence's anti-psychic power was obviously projected more onto the Somme Greater Daemon. For a moment, the Somme Greater Daemon's size even shrank by a fraction.

"Where are they? Where are your brothers? Shield-Captain Valerian!"

Xiang Xiang Leina endured the nausea brought by the Sisters of Silence, squeezed the last bit of psychic power from her body, and asked Valerian:

"Why haven't you come to support us yet?! Why must they stay behind the Lion's Gate?"

Valerian's body stiffened when asked.

"Soon, very soon," Valerian gritted his teeth and said: "Captain-General Trajann is working hard."

Valerian prayed in his heart at the same time, praying that Captain-General Trajann could be faster.

And behind the Lion's Gate, Custodian Captain-General Trajann looked at the four thousand silent Custodes before him.

The Custodes were different from the Astartes; the Custodes had never been an army. Each of these Custodes had their own strategic thinking, had been trained in the ability to think for themselves, and had the right to judge orders, which was precisely why the Custodes' flat structure was formed.

And the "Restriction Order," an agreement signed ten thousand years ago by the first Custodian Captain-General Constantin Valdor, together with Roboute Guilliman, Rogal Dorn, and the High Lords,

This agreement was the product of the Custodes' guilt, the shackles and instruments of torture the Custodes voluntarily put on themselves, and the restriction left by the greatest Custodian, Constantin Valdor.

Even Trajann couldn't break free from it by his own strength alone; the restriction order had to be lifted from the outside.

Before the Battle of Cadia broke out, he had cooperated with Chief Librarian of the Astropathic Choir Kaelaplin to try, but failed. But now Trajann saw the opportunity to lift this restriction again...

Tiruien, Viceroy of the Imperium, you must be fast... Trajann prayed in his heart.

Tiruien had never hated his own physique so much: bloated, obese, and weak.

He also hated that vehicles couldn't enter this damn corridor.

The scarlet sky was burning, and blood rain spilled from outside the ancient corridor.

Tiruien panted heavily, resisting the anger and madness surging in his heart as much as possible, his hand clutching the scroll of decrees signed with several names.

To lift the restriction order, he had to obtain the consent of more than half of the High Lords. Originally, seven were needed.

But thanks to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, the former Master of the Astronomican, Leontus Valerius, who opposed lifting the restriction order, was dead.

He tried to reignite the Astronomican, but ended up almost burying the entire Astronomican, which left the position of Master of the Astronomican vacant.

Now there were only eleven High Lords, and only six votes were needed...

This paper already had the signatures of Chief Librarian of the Astropathic Choir Kaelaplin, Inquisitorial Representative Cleopatra Er Si, and Custodian Captain-General Trajann. They originally supported lifting the restriction order.

And now the situation Terra faced was obvious. The Assassinorum Grand Master Fadius, who had only cast abstention votes before, was also willing to sign in support.

Rogue Trader Spokesperson Kania Danda said bluntly: "Hurry up! If the Custodes can save my life quickly, I'll sign anything."

In this way, there were five votes, only one short...

The Fabricator-General of Mars was not on Terra now, and the Navigator Ambassador was nearly insane.

The Ecclesiarch and the Minister of the Fawu Force were thorough conservatives. Both of them followed the opinions of the leader of the conservatives—the Master of the Neiwu Force, Irtu Simotrien.

That is to say, Tiruien had to convince Irtu Simotrien.

He met the Master of the Neiwu Force in a chapel in Irtu's private residence.

Irtu Simotrien looked even more haggard than Tiruien. He sat on an ancient wooden chair, half of his body twitching slightly, seemingly some kind of neurological spasm.

This was normal; the work the High Lords undertook far exceeded what mortals could bear. Most of them had mental and neurological illnesses.

And beside Irtu, his adopted son and Assistant Minister, Nesos, was standing there.

That young man had a gentle and approachable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Tiruien knew he was the person Irtu trusted most, just as Tiruien trusted Jieji.

But for some reason, Tiruien always felt that Nesos was like a snake.

Not the kind of poisonous, obscene snake, but a snake hiding in a cave or a dark corner, staring intently at people.

This feeling had no reason, only from Tiruien's intuition, but Jieji's spies didn't find any problems with Nesos.

His file was very clean; he was raised by Irtu since he was a child.

"Trajann let them enter the Sanctum, brought them into the Wang Zuo Room."

The Master of the Neiwu Force, Irtu, opened his mouth slightly and said:

"Then Viceroy, my friend, how do you view them? The Primarchs and that... what is it?"

"Saint Doraemon," Tiruien raised his voice slightly and said: "Saint Doraemon and the Primarchs."

"... Guilliman is the Imperial Commander, Sanguinius is the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's heir, Saint Doraemon is..."

Tiruien said cautiously. He suddenly remembered that Zhou Yun had emphasized that he was not a god.

"Guilliman was once the Imperial Commander," the Master of the Neiwu Force refuted carelessly: "And the God-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang has never passed away, and Sanguinius is only an heir."

"Both of these Primarchs were part of that rebellion that destroyed us. Guilliman restricted his own authority and that of the Astartes to prevent that disaster from happening again. There is no need for them to take back power now."

As he spoke, Irtu's expression gradually became gloomy:

"What's more dangerous is, if the Primarchs take power, what will they do? Another Great Crusade? More excessive than what Macharius did? And then destroy everything we have built? Tiruien, can't you see the threat in it?"

"They are lunatics who killed their own brothers, and now they have defected to a cult—I mean that Saint Doraemon."

"We must stop him, we cannot let them take power."

"They are the Lords of the Legions," Tiruien couldn't help but smile.

"Two legions that have already been destroyed," the Master of the Neiwu Force emphasized: "Guilliman himself disbanded those two legions."

"We have a good chance. The Primarchs and the Chaos God are still in the Wang Zuo Room, the High Lords Council is still powerful, and the Astra Militarum are rushing over—there are millions of them, and the Navy is also under our control."

"And Mars, the Fabricator-General will be happy to support us. Titans and the Skitarii are equally powerful."

"We can protect our rights. Tiruien, my corrupt and greedy old Tiruien, you don't want to lose power either, do you?"

Tiruien was stunned for a moment, and he instinctively said: "The two Primarchs can easily reshape their legions, and Saint Doraemon is equally powerful and extraordinary..."

Suddenly, Tiruien smelled the scent of opportunity. He gripped the document in his hand tightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"But not all legions have ceased to exist."

"... Right, there is still one legion," the Master of the Neiwu Force, Irtu, looked at Tiruien with a surprised expression: "The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's legion, Terra's legion, the Custodes... Will Trajann stand on our side?"

"I think they will, my lord," before Tiruien could speak, Nesos, who was standing beside Irtu, said with a smile: "We often hear that the Custodes have extreme distrust of the Primarchs and Astartes."

"Right, right..." Irtu seemed to be persuaded and nodded repeatedly: "But the Restriction Order—"

"I have already prepared," Tiruien said calmly, handing the document in his hand to Irtu: "It only lacks your signature."

Irtu looked at the document in his hand with a surprised expression, then couldn't help but smile and look at Tiruien: "My old Tiruien, so you had already started acting."

"You did well, you did very well." Saying this, the Master of the Neiwu Force signed his name on it.

Then he couldn't help but let out a chuckle, muttering to himself: "Look, they are also just mortals."

"... Who?" Tiruien had a confused expression, seemingly not understanding who the Master of the Neiwu Force was talking about.

"The Primarchs and Saint Doraemon."

Irtu's body trembled due to the neurological spasm:

"The Primarchs and Saint Doraemon are also just mortals."

"Aren't they? Tiruien? They are not invincible."

Tiruien almost had a dumbfounded expression. It took him a full three or four seconds to understand Irtu's words.

In his long career as Imperial Viceroy, Tiruien had always believed that the High Lords were the most outstanding talents in the Imperium, even though they all suffered from various mental illnesses.

But now, Tiruien had a clear judgment of Irtu Simotrien, of this Master of the Neiwu Force—this was an idiot.

"Right, right."

But Tiruien still nodded repeatedly:

"You are right, you are extremely right!"

"The Primarchs are also just mortals, and Saint Doraemon is not a god."

The purest destruction, a terrifying power that could make the vast majority of people in the world lose their sanity, surged from all directions toward Zhou Yun's direction.

That was power that only craved destruction, craved to let all things move toward their destined end, craved to let everything turn to dust, and finally self-destruct.

In the Warp, the domain to which this power belonged was called Erosion and Destruction, and in the mouths of Aeldari and human prophets, this power was called the Dark King.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang cut off a portion of this power and gave it to Zhou Yun, throwing it into Zhou Yun's body.

Just as he had thrown it toward Zhou Yun on Baal before.

For a moment, Zhou Yun felt his perspective become extremely broad, feeling his spirit and soul ascending.

The domains in the Warp were like this; the more one occupied, the closer one was to becoming a god, the closer one was to ascension.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang splitting this power to Zhou Yun could reduce the pressure on him, but conversely, it also promoted Zhou Yun's approach to the godhead, closer to his own reflection in the Warp.

In the Wang Zuo Room, in the eyes of Sanguinius and Guilliman, Zhou Yun's figure constantly shifted between a flesh-and-blood mortal and a blue raccoon cat.

And in Zhou Yun's eyes, he felt that he had slightly transcended the limitations of the material universe and the timeline.

He vaguely heard the voices chanting his name, saw those who prayed to him or spoke his name.

Not only those of the present, but also those of the past or a period in the future...

"Anrakyr, are you sure it was in this Necropolis system that the machine spirit grew?"

A silver skeleton emitting green light asked another silver skeleton emitting blue light:

"Then why didn't the Necron Dynasty of the Necropolis system show similar changes? What else did you come into contact with?"

"... I also came into contact with the Blood Angels..."

"Could it be related to that emerging Saint Doraemon cult among humans?"

Zhou Yun moved his gaze slightly, and the scene before his eyes changed again.

In the dark environment, only a candle flame was burning slightly. A man with a gloomy face knelt before the candle flame.

"Please save us, please forgive my faults..."

The man's voice was full of regret:

"Please save my Lion, and let him forgive our sins."

"He will forgive," a seductive voice sounded from behind the man: "As long as he accepts his essence and becomes a god."

"The great Saint Doraemon, the fifth god of Chaos, the new ally of the Dark Gods."

These prayers were too far away; the distance and time were too distant for Zhou Yun to respond.

But he saw a prayer, from the near future, from in front of the Lion's Gate on Terra.

"Saint Doraemon... save us..."

Xiang Xiang Leina's voice rang out.

Zhou Yun saw the fragmented golden power armor, saw the fallen Custodes and Grey Knights, saw the Greater Daemon spreading its wings...

"Saint Doraemon and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang above, save us..."

Zhou Yun felt he could respond to this prayer.

Respond with his Greater Daemon... No, not the Gian Greater Daemon.

Zhou Yun looked into the four-dimensional pocket.

【Gadget: Hua Hua Hua Di Huang/Dark King/Erosion and Destruction Fragment】

【Origin: Warp—Erosion and Destruction Domain】

【Evaluation: The domain to the north of the Chaos Octagon, born from the hatred of all living beings for the world and life, is the desire to destroy everything and the tendency for self-destruction. This galaxy is so dark and deep that the emotions of self-destruction and destruction have grown into the largest domain in the Warp. Whoever becomes a god in this domain will surely become the Dark King, ringing the funeral bell for the destruction of the universe. This is a fragment of the power of the Erosion and Destruction domain, coming from the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, the occupant of this domain.】

【Production Time:???】

【Status: Fragment】

【Value: 1,313,131,313 Yuan】

【Can be used for child behavior correction and re-education material supplementation】

【Add child behavior correction and re-education material?】

"..." Zhou Yun vaguely saw the destined future.

He was destined to be born, Zhou Yun's Greater Daemon, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Greater Daemon.

"Yes," Zhou Yun said almost instinctively.

(End of chapter)