Chapter 577

The Red Angel looked up at the massive blue metal buttocks in mid-air, and the entire demon froze in place.

This was the boundary between the Warp and reality, a space called consciousness storage.

In this dimension, will was everything, will was power, will was mass, volume, density...

Such a massive buttock, such a massive body, meant that the existence pressing down had unparalleled will.

Just by looking up, the Red Angel could feel that powerful will; that will was silently strengthening the will of everyone present, dragging everyone into his train of thought.

It was a cold, strict, cruel, precise will that also carried a hint of numbness, like a complete set of absolute order that did not allow for any mistakes, forcefully making everything in his sight walk on the path he planned.

This will was somewhat like the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang; whenever they looked at the cold, deep black sun in the Warp, demons would feel the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's terrifying will.

But the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's will was mixed with countless contingency plans, options, and checks and balances.

But the will that was descending did not; that descending will only left one path for this galaxy and himself.

And that path was not imagined, but a path honed through countless times and countless years, which had already turned into something stubborn and terrifying.

If that blue metal figure were to lose control, die, or become a Warp existence, his will would probably directly evoke a terrifying Warp storm, crushing the barrier between reality and the Warp and giving birth to a terrifying Warp existence.

The curtain between reality and the Warp let out a miserable wail, and that blue metal figure moved slowly.

His face hung down from the heights of the Warp, appearing from the chaotic torrent of the Empyrean.

It was a round raccoon face, with a scarlet nose brighter than a dazzling star, and oval eyes hanging low, staring at the Red Angel.

Rafin and the apothecary Meros had a certain spiritual link due to their gene-seed, while the apothecary Meros had his body occupied by the Red Angel, so the wills of the two were also connected together.

And Zhou Yun directly used the Dream Cloud Ladder to enter the Red Angel's will directly through Rafin's dream.

The Red Angel's will could hardly rival Zhou Yun's; ultimately, he was just a demon born ten thousand years ago, a tool shaped by the Blood God to control the anger of the sons of Sanguinius.

His will was not worth mentioning compared to the will accumulated by Zhou Yun over twenty-two thousand dreams and countless attempts over millions of years.

Not to mention that Zhou Yun also had the devout faith of countless humans in the galaxy; faith was also a kind of will gathered around Zhou Yun.

And in the Warp, will was largely everything; this will could even transcend the limitations of time, space, and causality.

When Zhou Yun was in Ashford, still a scavenger, he already possessed a quite massive Warp essence, and this was also part of the reason.

The Red Angel faced Zhou Yun's will directly; he could not even produce the thought of resistance and was instantly crushed into a state of daze.

Zhou Yun slowly extended a helping hand toward the Red Angel; at this moment, the Red Angel barely reacted from his daze.

He let out a terrified wail, let out a sharp, ear-piercing roar, and instinctively wanted to flee.

But where could he flee to?

This was where his will was; he could flee into his material body, but this path had been blocked by Meros's remaining will. Before he could break through Meros's blockade, Zhou Yun's round hand would grab him and refine him in an instant.

He could flee into Rafin's will and occupy Rafin's body, but Zhou Yun was entrenched in Rafin's dream; this was no different from seeking death.

He could also try to seize Sanguinius's body, but this was also seeking death.

The Red Angel had nowhere to flee, shrinking in a corner of his will; Zhou Yun extended his round hand toward him.

Almost the moment they touched, the shell, existence, and will of the Red Angel, shaped by Khorne, disintegrated under the impact of Zhou Yun's will; everything about him was stripped away layer by layer, exposing the most primitive and disordered Warp rage.

That was the scarlet anger of the sons of Sanguinius; unlike the Black Rage, that was anger born from hunger, born from the ghoul identity, born from the mutant identity, and eventually reflected in the Warp.

The scarlet storm swirled in Zhou Yun's round hand; if it were a Blood Angel, he would probably be completely swallowed by the anger within, and even a Primarch like Sanguinius would be affected by it.

But this storm hardly induced any emotion in the bottom of Zhou Yun's heart.

He had experienced too many similar things; apart from a very few events, there were few things and events in the galaxy that could truly stimulate his strong emotions.

Thus, he lightly threw that scarlet storm toward Sanguinius, and then climbed the Dream Cloud Ladder back to reality.

Sanguinius used his body to bear the ten thousand years of anger induced by the blood thirst; a flash of anger passed over his face, but eventually, his eyes became a bit complicated, and he glanced at the direction Zhou Yun had left.

Eventually, Sanguinius shook his head and flew gently toward his descendant, the apothecary Meros.

"My son."

Sanguinius's voice was clear, falling gently before Meros's soul, which was almost about to collapse:

"You have borne too much in my stead."

Saying this, Sanguinius gently extended his hand toward Meros, and a golden-red radiance enveloped Meros.

On the back of this apothecary who had persisted for ten thousand years, a pair of white wings slowly grew, almost exactly the same as Sanguinius...

The Red Angel's body burst suddenly in mid-air, and blood, bone, and flesh turned into ashes and drifted away.