Chapter 647: No More Dreams

Duat System,

In this system that once bore the battle between Zhou Yun and the Silent King, there were no longer any stars or planets. All matter in the system had been manipulated by Orikan, who was ascending to Star God status, and condensed into a massive rocky planet.

The physical laws around this rocky planet had been tampered with by Orikan, allowing it to exist normally while retaining immense mass.

Now, in orbit around this planet, Necron tomb ships from all over the galaxy hung in the sky like dazzling emerald crescents. They contained the majority of the Necrons from the entire galaxy.

The vastness of the universe is always shocking. If one does not consider other factors and only considers spatial factors, even the land of Terra is enough to accommodate hundreds of billions of people. The planet Zhou Yun was now standing on fused the matter of an entire system; its surface area was tens of thousands of times that of Terra. Even accommodating the population of the entire Human Empire was more than enough, and accommodating the Necron population was naturally doable.

The quality of life in the galaxy is so insignificant, yet it is these seemingly insignificant lives that can decide the fate of the galaxy, twist the direction of the stars, destroy suns, extinguish systems, burn the galaxy, and even lift up the birth of a god.

Of course, commanding so many Necrons to land on a system is also an extremely complex matter.

Fortunately, Zhou Yun controlled the Necron master control protocol. The instructions he issued could directly control every individual Necron, making them act like his own fingers.

As for the specific planning, Zhou Yun handed it over to his dear Regent Guilliman.

Isn't that extraordinary brain of his meant for this kind of work?

He had to be given more burdens, lest he always ponder writing that *Codex Imperialis* thing. The Empire didn't have so many people who needed to take a dump; it didn't need so much toilet paper.

Zhou Yun had counted Guilliman in more than twenty thousand dreams and found that the probability of Guilliman being corrupted was inversely proportional to his workload. The more work Guilliman had, the lower the probability of him being corrupted.

In one dream, where the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang was silent, Zhou Yun's material body was destroyed, Clone Fulgrim was corrupted, and Dante died, Guilliman shouldered the work of the entire Empire.

In this situation, he faced the joint corruption of the four gods, but not only did he not fall, he forced the gods to help him with his work, seeking to tear a crack in his thinking.

"I know you are in a hurry, and I know you want to corrupt me, but you have to help me finish my work first."

"I am too busy; I have no time to be corrupted and fall."

Get to work, Old Thirteen. Overtime is the blessing of your life. In the next life, I'll send you to farm.

Zhou Yun thought silently in his heart.

He was currently sitting on a rocky ridge protruding from the ground, squinting his eyes and gently feeling the tranquility brought by sleep.

Among all of Zhou Yun's abilities, his favorite was the super-high-speed sleep ability.

This ability allowed him to ignore the surrounding environment and instantly enter a sleep as tranquil as death.

It was precisely by relying on this ability that Zhou Yun's mental state was always maintained in a good condition.

Sleep is a rehearsal for death. This ability likely came from the domain of Erosion/Destruction, from the Dark King.

Just at this moment, a crisp sound of time and space tearing appeared in Zhou Yun's ear. A hoof cast from iron stepped on the ground, arriving on the planet Duat in one step.

Metallic wings gently tore through the ether, those eyes burning with furnace-like fire, staring at the sleeping Zhou Yun.

This visitor was not in a hurry, waiting calmly for Zhou Yun to wake up from his sleep.

Five and twenty-two minutes later, Zhou Yun slowly opened his eyes and looked at Vashtorr standing beside him.

Vashtorr nodded in greeting, and then a series of documents flew from Vashtorr's fingertips, circling around Zhou Yun and weaving into a contract.

"This is my sincerity."

"If you no longer compete with me for the position of the Machine God, I will share all the power of that position with you."

"I will guarantee that my actions will not cause harm to humanity. I will give humanity war weapons powerful beyond imagination. I will completely open the domain of Malicious Craft to you; you can use the power in the domain of Malicious Craft at will."

"In addition, you can order me to do most things for you with the power of the Machine God. I will absolutely obey, as long as you yield the position of Malicious Craft to me."

This was the final offer Vashtorr made.

He would become a god, but he would open the power of the Malicious Craft domain to Zhou Yun, obey most of Zhou Yun's dispatches, and serve the human race.

In Vashtorr's view, this was about what Zhou Yun was pursuing.

Power, authority, and the future of the human race—Vashtorr was willing to give them all to Zhou Yun.

"You should understand that becoming a god is not a very good thing. The person who becomes a god is both the last and the first sacrifice, a member on the altar. If one step goes wrong, it is eternal damnation, and you will no longer be you."

"For an existence like you from the material universe, the risk of ascension is even greater. Why not let me bear that miserable fate, and you share the power of the Malicious Craft domain?"

"Since you know, why are you so urgently pursuing ascension?" Zhou Yun opened his sleepy eyes and stared at Vashtorr, asking.

"I am not pursuing ascension; it is just that after ascension, I can stand on a high place, glimpse the truth of the world, and use that knowledge to create more creations."

Vashtorr's expression did not change, only the machines on his body hummed:

"I was born in the complex flames of war of the War in Heaven, born from the most malicious and terrifying creativity. Those powers are constantly pursuing crazier knowledge and more terrifying creations."

"And when I was born, I was like this. Looking left and right, I didn't know why I was born, for what I was born, or what I was going to do. Looking back, I couldn't see the past; looking forward, I found there was no future. Everything in my eyes was a now that happened simultaneously."

"In my body, only a primitive impulse remained, thirsting for more knowledge, thirsting to manufacture more powerful creations, longing to freely vent my creativity."

"I don't care where my creativity is used, I don't care where my knowledge is used, and I don't care how others use my creations. I only pursue more creativity, more knowledge, and more powerful creations. For this, I must ascend."

"Sign this contract of mine; we can each seek what we need."

"You are a rational, logical existence, which is rare in the Warp." Zhou Yun raised his head slightly, twisting his neck to look at Vashtorr, and said to him in a low voice: "Since that is the case, you should also understand that your chances of winning are very slim."

"Even when I start to ascend, most of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's power must be used to resist the pressure of the two domains. Even if Nurgle and Slaanesh are dragged down by Tzeentch and Khorne, you are not my opponent."

"I have Guilliman, I have Sanguinius, I have the Lion, I have Clone Fulgrim, and what can you use... Perturabo and Magnus, who is no longer completely controlled by Tzeentch."

"I also have Orikan. He has not fully recovered yet, but if the situation is critical, he can also forcibly ascend to Star God status once again. How do you fight against a newborn yet complete Star God?"

"Therefore, I hope to resolve our differences through negotiation and contracts, rather than stupidly confronting you directly." Vashtorr said slowly, bowing slightly to Zhou Yun in salute.

"What if I refuse your contract?" Zhou Yun said lightly.

Vashtorr's body stiffened, and then he shook his head: "Then I will be very sorry; I can only choose to fight to the death."

"This is not rational or logical at all. In terms of probability, the mathematical expectation of you being my enemy is a complete loss."

"My composition determines that I am more rational and logical than other Warp existences, but this is only an appearance. The essence of any Warp existence is extreme."

Vashtorr lowered his voice, his furnace-like eyes flickering for a few moments, and then he said:

"What's more, precisely because of my rationality and logic, I understand that rationality and logic can only be used as methods to achieve goals, not as goals themselves."

"Your bloodline should come from the Dragon Kingdoms on Terra, the mother planet of humanity, right? Your ancestors once said a passage that left a deep impression on me."

"If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening."

"If one can hear it, then life is smooth and death is peaceful, with no more regrets."

"If I cannot hear the natural principles of all things, how can life be smooth, how can death be peaceful? Full of regrets, how can I not fight?" ===== CHAPTER 648 =====