Chapter 430

He was indeed weak, incomparably weak, unprecedentedly weak.

His power compared to the past was at most a false trace left on the retina after the magnificent brilliance was extinguished.

But everything else in this material universe compared to him was still so small.

Although he was shattered, he was still noble and powerful.

Moreover, this planet in front of him was carefully selected by him.

By reversing the polarity of Blackstone, he summoned the storm of the sea, borrowed the power of the sea in this rough way, and rolled himself to the other side of time and space.

Relying on the information hidden in the atoms, relying on the creation ripples constantly diffusing in the universe, he was sure that he had come to tens of millions of years later, and there was almost no information about those servants who betrayed him in the universe.

And he deliberately chose a planet in the Middle Ages.

Such a planet would not have a sparse population due to being too backward, unable to provide him with sufficient experimental subjects.

Nor would it be too developed, causing him harm or causing some trouble.

The most powerful weapon mastered by the creatures in this world was still the stupid catapult and the knight charging with a lance on a horse.

How? Could a knight riding a horse kill him with a lance charge?

If that were really the case, why would those servants who betrayed him still forge god-killing weapons?

Although he was shattered and weak, he still possessed the power to gnaw on stars, could easily overturn an entire star system, and could turn a planet inside out with a flip of his hand.

His shell was also still unbreakable; the living metal of the Necrons forged his body, and he fused the smelted Blackstone into it, which was unbreakable and could isolate the power of the sea.

The only weakness of this body was a wound under his left wing.

That was a wound left during the War in Heaven.

The humble Aeldari smith god Vaul stole his Blackstone and forged it into a Blackstone fortress named "Vaul's Anvil."

Then the Aeldari threw the Blackstone fortress at him, wrapped it around his neck, broke under his left wing, and left an incurable wound.

But on this planet, these species were born long after the War in Heaven; how would they know this secret?

So he was absolutely safe; he could safely conduct his experiments on this world.

In the long years ago, he forged a unique substance called Blackstone.

This substance had polarity; it could suppress the sea and could also amplify the sea.

This made him perceive a possibility.

His kin had ignored the power of the sea for a long time, only immersed in the power of the material universe itself.

But the power of the sea was unquestionable; those fragile creatures could borrow the sea to fight against them.

What if he could also borrow the power of the sea? What if he could control the sea? He could even become the master of both the material and sea dimensions.

He began experiments and plans, driving his servants and kin to build Blackstone towers all over the galaxy in the name of isolating reality and the sea.

But this was actually to allow him to control the sea through Blackstone on a larger scale.

When this plan was completed, he could isolate the sea with one thought, and could also let the sea drown reality with one thought.

It was a pity that this plan was not completed, and those traitors shattered him.

Now he descended on this planet that was still in the Middle Ages and started the experiment of controlling the sea again.

Hot and dry air drifted on the land full of sand and gravel, rolling in the smell of spices from afar.

The dragon flowing like mercury coiled on the scars of the earth, ferocious and terrifying; the starlight swallowed by him burned in his chest.

Zhou Yun could feel through the dream that the dragon's recent days were quite good.

He spent most of his time hovering on this hot land, occasionally leaving this planet to go to the nearby stars to devour the energy of the stars.

Those stars became dim or poisonous, and along with the life that had just been born on the planets near those stars, they were also swallowed by him.

After long years, when the intelligent life on this planet flew to the stars, they would definitely be confused because they couldn't find other intelligent life around them.

Relying on devouring the brilliance of stars and those low-level lives, he recovered some strength.

But he never swallowed the souls of the lives on this planet who called themselves humans in large quantities, even though these souls were a big chunk sweeter than the Necrons.

This race had a natural sense of the sea; their emotions were so clear, and their fear was so sweet; they were excellent experimental subjects.

So he lurked beside a city-state on this planet named Cyrene, demanding that people nearby offer a girl every day.

This was imitating the primitive legends on this planet, awakening various emotions of these humans, including fear.

Strong emotions could make souls delicious; whether it was fearful, desperate, or courageous souls, they were incomparably delicious.

More importantly, these emotions could induce the fluctuations of the sea, allowing him to study the sea.

At the same time, the dragon also began to try to spread faith through fear, trying to study the relationship between faith and the sea.

For this reason, he also created a brand new name for himself to be worshipped by these humans.

Omnissiah, this was his new name.

Omni comes from the resistance unit in the Necron language, indicating his origin and also indicating his identity as the master of technology and technique.

Messiah comes from the primitive religion on this planet, meaning the promised savior.

He would not destroy this race.

Once his experiment succeeded, he would need a group of believers with souls; this race was so suitable, and he loved them so much.

After he successfully mastered the power of the sea, he would bestow upon this race incomparable wisdom and technology, allowing them to ascend to a race worthy of being his servants and believers, leading them to ravage the galaxy again.

He was the Messiah promised to them, the Omnissiah destined for them.

His experiment was progressing very smoothly.

This race was indeed an excellent experimental subject; relying on the research on Blackstone, he even shaped a brand new genetic sequence in the bodies of those girls offered to him as sacrifices. This sequence could make them naturally immune to the Warp and even isolate the sea to a certain extent.

He also used these studies to reshape the Blackstone that constituted his body, which could isolate and call the power of the sea more flexibly.

And those humans who worshipped him or feared him had also begun to have similar dreams to him.

Soon, soon, he would be able to break the barrier between reality and the sea and become the master of both dimensions.

By then, he would return to completeness and become incomparably powerful; he could even perceive through Blackstone that there was a position in the sea suitable for him.

Just at this moment, the crisp sound of horse hooves sounded.

A horse blacker than the night appeared on the horizon, and red feathers drifted with the wind mixed with the smell of spices.

Golden armor was dazzling in the bright and hot sun, and a pure silver lance flashed with cold light.

A long flag was tied to the lance, and an eagle clutching a lightning bolt was drawn on the flag.

"It's really nostalgic; at that time I was still a soldier under Emperor Diocletian."

A voice with a Central Asian accent sounded in Zhou Yun's ear; the figure of a brown-haired boy appeared beside Zhou Yun, looking at the Dragon's dream with Zhou Yun.

The Emperor's will entered Nobita's body and entered the Dragon's dream after Zhou Yun.

"So his purpose is to break the barrier between matter and the Warp and become a dual god of matter and the Warp."

"No wonder he is so different from other C'tan shards."

Listening to the brown-haired boy's words, Zhou Yun couldn't help but turn his head and ask: "You didn't know?"

"I certainly didn't know; I was still very immature at that time, or even earlier, I thought the Warp would be a gentle and beautiful world."

The brown-haired boy said with great emotion:

"And I met the Dragon at that time, completely by coincidence; I was rushing to Libya to meet my comrades, and I happened to meet him halfway."

The dragon in the dream let out a low roar and laughter.

A knight, another knight.

There were many knights who had tried to challenge him, tried to imitate the brave men who killed evil dragons in legends.

He liked the souls of these knights, liked their souls full of courage, liked their souls full of nobility, and also liked their souls when they were dying and desperate.

Get some sweet human knight souls to eat!

The dragon roared loudly, louder than thunder.

The giant beast's massive body unfolded on the land full of sand and gravel, the mercury-like shell kept flowing, and the scales on it were arranged in a way that transcended the understanding of the material universe. Mortals would fall into madness just by looking at those non-Euclidean geometric scales.

Inside his chest, the star fire that had not been digested clean burned hotly, brighter than the sun.

Matter was distorted, reality was disintegrated, and the dimensions folded in the microscopic universe were unfolded.

Fluorescent green lightning surged across the entire wilderness, layer by layer lifting the land around.

He showed his most insignificant power to intimidate the knight in front of him.

Whether the knight was scared to pee his pants or summoned courage, it would make his soul delicious.

"I am Dragon."

"I am C'tan."

"I am the Omnissiah destined for your race."

His roar was deafening, and a powerful storm rose from the sky.

However, the knight's expression didn't change; he just raised the shield in his hand slightly and aimed the lance forged from pure silver at the dragon's head.

"A common cavalryman under Emperor Diocletian."

The knight reported his name slowly:

"Come on, bitch."

(End of chapter)