Chapter 646: This is my Greater Daemon, the Great Unfaithful!

Zhou Yun's will, which had been dispersed throughout the entire reality dimension and the Warp, began to reconverge.

This was not difficult for him.

Ultimately, Zhou Yun was not yet truly ascending; he was merely becoming a thorough Warp minor god, similar to Vashtorr, the Aeldari gods, or Malal, only occupying a larger domain.

The faith flowing into his will was not like the mad darkness flowing toward the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

Regarding the Primal Motive—that is, Saint Doraemon—Sanguinius had long anticipated that Zhou Yun might one day ascend to a Warp minor god. Under his guidance and assistance, Zhou Yun had deeply shaped the faith in Him, ensuring it pointed toward Zhou Yun without overly alienating him. Zhou Yun accommodated these faiths very easily, becoming the Primal Motive.

Relatively harder to resolve was the part regarding the Omnissiah, but those faiths ultimately pointed toward the Dragon of Mars. The Dragon of Mars spent most of its time in a deep sleep; these faiths were not stained with much of its color. When the Dragon of Mars was sealed, it was not as insane as the other gods. Although the faiths pointing toward the Dragon of Mars were scattered, they were not overly dangerous.

He only needed to find that self amidst these complex wills and stand once again above reality and the Warp.

Zhou Yun took a light step, and he reconverged into his self.

Too many times—he had experienced the same thing too many times. In the future, he would experience it many more times.

But he was used to it, and he had become difficult to split. Now, Zhou Yun looked out, and his eyes had never held other things; there was only a straight line extending into the future. He stepped on this line like a child walking on a white line, striving to ensure every step did not deviate from the range marked by the line.

He might trip due to external factors and fall short, but he would never lose his goal. As long as the line remained, he could always find his self.

On the deserts of Mars, Zhou Yun exhaled lightly.

The atoms in the air rapidly began to reorganize and aggregate, turning into a palm-sized small machine in the blink of an eye. Its appearance was similar to a Mini-Dora, only with some mechanical components exposed, between which flickered specks of whistling metallic blue flame.

The moment the small machine was born, it gained sentience and began to hop around Zhou Yun.

Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang looked at Zhou Yun.

At this moment, Zhou Yun still maintained a basic human form, but Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang saw more.

Zhou Yun's shadow, cast by the dim sun of Mars, stretched long. It did not look like the shadow of a person, but rather the shadows of towering factories. Within the shadow, gears turned, steam whistled, and whistles shrieked—sometimes twelve times, sometimes twenty-two times—intertwining, never stopping for a moment.

Looking at Zhou Yun's figure again, his flesh-and-blood body became somewhat unclear in the red sand. Faintly, one could see half of Zhou Yun's body turning into the appearance of Doraemon, silently watching Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and watching this entire world.

Above the sky, the giant snake transformed from the Ring of Iron sounded its own whistle. Countless amounts of steam erupted from Mars' orbit, like warm white fireworks bursting in the Martian atmosphere, celebrating the birth of its master.

Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang watched silently as the little thing beside Zhou Yun, which held its hands high and hopped like a Mini-Dora, was joined by more mechanical bodies similar to it, all surrounding Zhou Yun, holding their hands high and hopping constantly.

"They are daemons, born from the Warp energy you overflowed, and gained bodies in the material universe from the machines formed around you... What are they called?" The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang shifted his gaze to Zhou Yun.

"... Dora-Spirits?" Zhou Yun touched his chin, looked up at Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, and asked.

"You have been influenced by Nurgle a bit too deeply." Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang said with a straight face.

"So what? Didn't you also send Hua Hua Hua Di Huang-Spirits to the Lion?" Zhou Yun said, rubbing his chin. "I was even planning to call my Greater Daemon the Great Unfaithful."

Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang was still sizing up Zhou Yun. "Are you completely Zhou Yun now, or are you mixed with some other things?"

"Actually, I am the Dragon of Mars. I have come to stab your shriveled hook with my big silver spear." Zhou Yun smiled, his finger moved, and a silver spear appeared out of thin air, falling before the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

"... Very well." Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang said lightly. "Come on then."

"Tsk." Zhou Yun let out a tsk, retreating a step nonchalantly. "Do you need me to help you call Slaanesh for a visit?"

"It seems it is you, after all." Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's expression calmed slightly. "If it were the Dragon of Mars, he would have started taking off his pants directly."

"After all, the humanity of the Dragon of Mars was molded by referencing me."

"You are too self-aware." Zhou Yun shook his head with a helpless smile.

Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang remained expressionless, asking in a low voice: "Are you ready to offer the sacrifice?"

Faith determines the direction of godhood, the sacrifice is the ladder to godhood, and the ritual is to clear away all obstacles in the domain.

Zhou Yun had already absorbed enough faith, turning into an unstoppable force stepping onto the path of ascension, leaning toward the domain of Malicious Craft.

Next, he needed to offer the sacrifice.

Offering a sacrifice to the Warp, offering the fall of an entire hegemon-level civilization of the material universe.

This was a necessary journey for godhood. Slaanesh offered the Aeldari, and the Dark King offered humanity.

This also meant that there was no longer a hegemon-level civilization in the galaxy that had a link to the Warp.

But Zhou Yun wanted to do the opposite.

The Warp is the gathering place of all emotions. It itself tends toward all extremes, yet tends toward nothing. It has feelings yet is heartless, extreme yet disordered.

The offered sacrifice is actually a simplified way of understanding it.

The trauma produced in reality by the sudden fall of a hegemon-level civilization, and the roars and waves stirred up in the Warp, are the key to godhood.

Conversely, if a hegemon-level civilization that had never had contact with the Warp suddenly birthed a soul, then from the perspective of the Warp, it would be nearly equivalent to a hegemon-level civilization suddenly birthing in reality. The first cry of its birth would tear reality, triggering boundless Warp tides to lift Zhou Yun's ascension.

This was the sacrifice Zhou Yun intended to offer to the Warp and the domain of Malicious Craft—the birth of the Necrons.

This sacrifice was also incredibly compatible with the domain of Malicious Craft, capable of nourishing and expanding the domain of Malicious Craft, making Zhou Yun's ascension smoother and more powerful after success.

At the very least, it was definitely stronger than Slaanesh. Even if Zhou Yun did not fully ascend in the end, but remained in a half-stuck state like the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, he would definitely be stronger than Slaanesh.

As his understanding of the Warp deepened, Zhou Yun really felt that Slaanesh... was just incredibly pathetic.

Khorne was the most powerful Chaos God in the Warp most of the time. The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang could almost suppress the four gods when in good condition. Tzeentch was stably second and was the absolute first when he held that Crystal Staff. When a great plague spread in the galaxy, Nurgle's power would also rapidly rise to the first position.

But Slaanesh... Slaanesh was stably at the bottom. This was not just because he was relatively young—after all, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang was theoretically younger than her.

The key lay in the fact that Slaanesh had problems with faith, sacrifice, and ritual.

Faith: The Aeldari of that time were already so famished they did not know what faith was. Their faith in the Lady of Thirst could at most be considered a hazy worship of indulgence, not complete enough.

Sacrifice: The Aeldari population itself was small, and humanity of the Golden Age had already risen. The Aeldari could only be considered half a galactic hegemon, and a batch ran away in the end. It was simply half of a half.

Ritual: Slaanesh should have devoured all the Aeldari gods, but the result was that three ran away at once, and one was not yet born. This also buried a huge mine for Slaanesh's existence.

The faith was already perfect, and the sacrifice was impeccable. Only the ritual had some possibility of accidents, but it was minimal. Zhou Yun was not worried, and it was not important.

What Zhou Yun was truly worried about was the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

He looked at Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang: "If I offer the sacrifice, the ascension will begin, and the pressure on you will increase sharply."

"The pressure you once used me to unload will be pressed back onto you, and even the power of the entire Malicious Craft domain will be pressed onto you."

"... This is your last bit of free time. Your future holds only pain, struggle, and the approach of the Dark King. Do you want to take this time to do something else?"

Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang raised his eyes slightly, staring at Zhou Yun without a word.

He was silent for a moment, then said: "You don't need to care about my future. Ultimately, I am just a tool."

"You can use me in the way you think you should; you don't need to act so human."

Then, Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang sighed lightly:

"But I do need a little time to prepare."

"I messed up my own state to block Khorne and Tzeentch. I need some time to adjust and sort things out, to avoid accidents when the time comes, failing to support the weight of the two domains of Malicious Craft and Erosion/Destruction, causing both of us to ascend completely and fall into eternal damnation."

"Twenty-four hours. I need twenty-four hours."

Nobi-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's voice carried fatigue, guilt, and apology, as if he felt ashamed for the time he had delayed.

"There is nothing to apologize for. Vashtorr will definitely wait for you, and wait for me."

Zhou Yun said calmly, seemingly not surprised by what the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang said. ===== CHAPTER 647 =====