Chapter 401: 0061 Who Is the Son Most Resembling the Emperor?

The powerless named blade in Huang Huang Daxiong's hand, Dian Guang Wan, was generated by Zhou Yun using Skarbrand and the fragments torn from Khorne as nurturing materials,

containing the Blood God's and Skarbrand's power and killing techniques; even Sanguinius could not surpass Huang Huang Daxiong's swordsmanship in terms of technique,

and this powerless named blade, Dian Guang Wan, also possesses the trait of the Heartless Killing Domain — the more intense Zhou Yun's emotions, the stronger this sword's power becomes and the more damage it inflicts,

but unfortunately, Zhou Yun is not the type with rich emotions, rarely surging with anger, so this effect is somewhat wasted,

if it were someone with deep grievances, filled with rage and hatred, someone who had been severely hurt by this world and endured the pain of long ages, this powerless named blade, Dian Guang Wan, would probably be extremely effective,

but without the augmentation of this effect, Huang Huang Daxiong is at a disadvantage compared to Sanguinius in pure strength,

Sanguinius's body is a delicate product of the Emperor's genetic engineering, his Warp essence within is also extremely powerful, and he has already clearly recognized his own Warp nature,

and since this battle is only a first-blood sparring match, Zhou Yun will not use the revolver at Huang Huang Daxiong's waist that channels his own and the Emperor's power, nor will he use the bullets transformed from the Crone Sword, otherwise this sparring would have to be fought to the death.

Intense psychic energy clung to Sanguinius's arm, forcibly pressing toward Huang Huang Daxiong's direction,

but the corner of Huang Huang Daxiong's mouth curved into a slight smile,

"Do you know which primarch resembles the Emperor the most?"

Huang Huang Daxiong suddenly spoke, but Zhou Yun's words caused no reaction from Sanguinius,

after all, he is a primarch — how could he easily reveal a flaw in combat.

"Some say it's you, because you are as flawless as the Emperor."

Zhou Yun was not flustered either, continuing with great interest to manipulate Huang Huang Daxiong into speaking:

"Others say it's Lorgar, because they look exactly alike."

"Still others say it's Ji Li Man, because they both stubbornly insist they are truly human."

"Of course Perturabo is also on the list — both he and the Emperor enjoy killing one out of every ten of their sons."

"Mortarion is also quite similar, because the Emperor proposed the Imperial Truth and Mortarion proposed numerology — both are lies."

"One could even say it's Angron, because both were tormented by an eternal machine from the Dark Age of Technology."

While Huang Huang Daxiong was saying these things, the expressions of the surrounding Astartes and Custodes could no longer hold.

"But I think it has to be the Lion King Lion El'Jonson."

"Because they both speak of loyalty with their mouths, yet both use lies to cover their little secrets."

"And both had half of their sons rebel." Huang Huang Daxiong leaned close to Sanguinius, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear.

Seeing Zhou Yun reveal the Lion's little secret, Sanguinius's expression also involuntarily twitched,

and Huang Huang Daxiong swiftly seized this momentary flaw, deflecting Sanguinius's Spear of Big G.

"What, you're also afraid of being dragged to the Rock for interrogation?" Zhou Yun could not help but manipulate Huang Huang Daxiong into saying teasingly,

then swung the powerless named blade, Dian Guang Wan, in his hand to thrust at the exposed center line of Sanguinius,

but just at this moment, the will Zhou Yun had injected into Huang Huang Daxiong's body felt a sense of something foreign,

like the feeling of a stone stuck in a shoe, which caused Zhou Yun's movement to slow by an instant,

Sanguinius hastily drew the Red Wake at his waist, and it collided with the powerless named blade, Dian Guang Wan,

the sound of clashing swords echoed throughout the entire Custodes training ground, the speed of sword against sword directly surpassing what the eyes of the Custodes and Astartes could follow, and exclamations of amazement rose unceasingly.

And Viceroy Viceroy Tiruien, who had come here under Ji Li Man's orders to deliver a message, was drenched in sweat; standing among these two- and three-meter tall burly men, he appeared fragile and powerless,

as for the clash between Huang Huang Daxiong and Sanguinius, Viceroy Tiruien could at most hear bursts of sonic booms, making his already somewhat fragile ears ache even more.

He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said in a small voice: "Both of you, my lords——————"

Swish————

the surrounding Astartes and Custodes all turned to look at Viceroy Tiruien in unison, and Sanguinius, Zhou Yun, and Huang Huang Daxiong in the center of the training ground also looked at him,

Viceroy Tiruien's voice was indeed not loud, but everyone present had extraordinary hearing.

Facing these gazes, Viceroy Tiruien could only brace himself and say: "Both of you, my lords, Lord Ji Li Man requests the two of you to attend a routine meeting."

This caused the expression of pleasant smile that Sanguinius had originally worn to droop slightly.

"Ji Li Man has a specialty."

Sanguinius said in a clear voice:

"Whenever people are having a good time, he interrupts them with work."

"Every time this happens, I find myself hating him a little."

"I should have fed him to Russ the moment he was born." Zhou Yun said, imitating Ji Li Man's tone, half in jest.

The corner of Sanguinius's mouth thus curved back into a slight smile.

Although the fight was not finished, Zhou Yun also gained some understanding of Huang Huang Daxiong's abilities,

Huang Huang Daxiong is stronger than the Great Unclean One of Fatty in overall terms,

only in pure strength he is weaker than the Great Unclean One of Fatty — in terms of strength alone, the Great Unclean One of Fatty can even wrestle Ji Li Man without losing, while Huang Huang Daxiong is clearly at a disadvantage.

Huang Huang Daxiong's main strengths lie in abilities and technique,

in terms of abilities, mainly the powerless Dian Guang Wan, the Flower Rope, and the revolver — Dian Guang Wan handles output under normal conditions, the Flower Rope handles control, and the revolver is the trump card with only two bullets left; in terms of technique, his combat skill and swordsmanship are even slightly stronger than Sanguinius's, and his gunplay is truly one of a kind.

If the Flower Rope is not used and only the powerless named blade, Dian Guang Wan, is employed, Huang Huang Daxiong is slightly weaker than Sanguinius in a first-blood duel; factoring in the Flower Rope, he has a slight advantage in first blood,

in a fight to the death it's hard to say — without the revolver, Sanguinius has a considerably greater chance of winning in a desperate duel,

one can only say it's no wonder the four gods all covet primarchs; of course Zhou Yun covets them too, wishing he could resurrect a few more primarchs.

Of course, if the revolver is factored in, Huang Huang Daxiong's odds of winning increase dramatically — after all, Huang Huang Daxiong's gunplay is almost impossible to dodge, and once the bullet transformed from the Crone Sword hits, even Khorne would suffer considerable injury; Sanguinius simply could not withstand it,

if Zhou Yun really manipulated Huang Huang Daxiong into drawing the revolver, there would be no point in comparison.

Following Viceroy Tiruien's footsteps, Zhou Yun and Sanguinius arrived at the meeting room Ji Li Man had prepared in short order,

this was a request Ji Li Man had made to Zhou Yun and Sanguinius when serving as Regent,

at that time, within the imperial palace, the Emperor first shoved the position of Regent onto Ji Li Man,

then that damned mummy actually tried to elevate Sanguinius to War Master, and Zhou Yun to Imperial Chancellor

Fortunately, Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman had convinced Hua Di Huang and Ji Li Man, making the two of them believe the Empire truly could not have another Warmaster, and that Zhou Yun himself knew nothing of politics and could not serve as any sort of chancellor.

But Ji Li Man also took the opportunity to put forward a demand: at set intervals, Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman had to hold a Triumvirate meeting with Ji Li Man,

to settle those matters that had to be discussed among the three of them, or that had to be carried out by Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman.

Zhou Yun pushed open the conference room door and immediately felt a tingling across his scalp,

a round table — a massive wooden round table had been set right between Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman,

and the hardest part to swallow was that this round table did not only have seats for Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman,

although right now only three chairs had been placed beside the round table, the round table itself had been evenly divided into several sections by exquisite carvings,

from left to right: a sword and a pair of wings, a clenched fist, a raven, an iron hand, a wolf's head, a lightning bolt, a dragon's head, and an eagle — these respectively represented the primarchs whose whereabouts were still unknown, and Hua Di Huang himself,

while Ji Li Man's inverted Omega sigil, Saint Guilliman's blood-wings sigil, and the Doraemon round face that symbolized Zhou Yun were also all on the table.

Zhou Yun slightly parted his lips, thought of that blind-assassin chess piece and the centaur chess piece, and wanted to remind Ji Li Man that a bat and the Eye of Horus still needed to be added.

But before he could speak, he saw Ji Li Man lift his head from a mountain of paperwork and flash a smile at Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman,

spreading his arms wide as if wanting to show off this creation to Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman.

"This will be the beginning of a new order," Ji Li Man said in a voice tinged with delight.

Order is certainly a fine thing, and a new order is of course an even finer thing,

but when those words came out of Ji Li Man's mouth, both Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman felt a chill run down their spines, and a wave of work-weariness welled up unbidden in their bodies.

"You've left a place for our loyal brothers," Saint Guilliman said, his face calm but his tone carrying a touch of awkwardness.

"I wanted to do this even before the Great Rebellion — back then I left a place for every brother."

Ji Li Man gestured for the two of them to sit down:

"We all possess extraordinary intellect; if we can share our wisdom with one another, then we are fully capable of leading all of humanity."

"Back then, sharing wisdom with just you and Lion alone was enough to drive me to the brink of madness," Saint Guilliman said, his expression unchanged, after sitting down in the seat that belonged to him.

His words drew a flicker of awkwardness across Ji Li Man's face, who muttered things like "That was only an experiment," "A temporary measure," "A mistake of the Second Empire," and the like, and the conference room was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Ji Li Man deliberately used his stern yet peculiar sense of humor to break the ice at the start of the meeting, letting Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman relax a little.

Then Ji Li Man turned his head to look at Zhou Yun, who had taken the seat that belonged to him.

"Is there any news of my other brothers?" Ji Li Man asked sincerely. "I'm already missing Dorn, Bi La Ke, Vulkan, and the Khan — and even starting to miss Russ's rough laughter a little — and of course, if you could resurrect Ferrus, I'd be even happier."

"I have news of Lion," Zhou Yun replied, his face set straight.

The smile on Ji Li Man's face immediately faded a little.

(End of this chapter)