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Chapter 209: Fight. Fight badly
Zhou Yun suddenly grabbed the twitching Mephiston's neck.

His fingers pressed lightly on the mechanizer.

"Anti-Psionic Suppression Amplification Collar."

Zhou Yun's fingers suddenly emitted a low humming sound, and a force field with a faint glow was released from Zhou Yun's palm. The psychic power of Mephiston was obviously suppressed.

The anti-psychic suppression amplification collar is an ancient technological artifact discovered during the Great Crusade. The one Zhou Yun copied is from the Blood Angels Think Tank. It was created after the Nicaea Council 10,000 years ago to curb psychics.

The reason Zhou Yun copied this thing was to deal with the power of the subspace.
Even for a psychic as powerful as Mephiston, the power of the warp in his body was suddenly quelled.

The pain of the suppressed power of the warp stimulated Mephiston. His psychic energy suddenly shook, and he instinctively tried to break free.
A low roar came from Mephiston's throat, and all kinds of unnecessary syllables came out of his mouth.

"Black angel, dark angel," Mephiston murmured as if in a dream, and then his eyes suddenly widened.

"Awake? Get back to work!" Zhou Yunsong let Mephiston go.

Mephiston quickly glanced around, saw Seth and the Flesh Tearers struggling and falling, and saw the Warp rift tearing open not far away.

At the same time, his subspace vision can see a rift across reality and subspace, and he can see Baal's reflection in the subspace covered in blood, and a hideous red giant is trying to invade Baal.
".Okay!" Mephiston almost without hesitation, immediately began to chant the spell to open Sanguinius's coffin.

The coffin of Sanguinius has been covered with layer upon layer of protection by successive Blood Angels craftsmen and think tanks, and it cannot be opened quickly without reciting the spell correctly.

A series of angry roars rang out from the subspace cracks behind Zhou Yun. In the dim flickering light, countless demons seemed to be crawling in it.
Bloodletters with flames all over their bodies poured out from it, along with a group of Astartes wearing brass and blood-red power armor.
The World Eaters Berserkers, the Astartes Legion that once betrayed humanity and the Emperor and succumbed to the will of the Blood God.
They roared wildly and furiously, and pounced on Zhou Yun and Mephiston. The smell of engine oil from the whistling chainsaw swords and chainsaw axes filled the sacred tomb.
Zhou Yun could sense the anger and blasphemy coming from the machine souls of those chainsaw weapons. Those weapons themselves were also corrupted by the power of the Blood God.
But the moment the chainsaw approached Zhou Yun, the machine's speed slowed down.
Zhou Yun took the opportunity to take out his famous sword, Lightning Pill. The toy sword flashing with a light golden light easily blocked the attacks of several World Devourer Berserkers.
The World Eaters roared in anger at the dazzling blades wielded by Zhou Yun.

However, their chainsaw weapons were unable to touch Zhou Yun at all.
Some of these berserkers were not wearing helmets, their hideous faces were exposed to the air, and their heads were wrapped with wire-like machinery.

In order to get closer to their Gene-Father, the World Eaters had Butcher's Nails implanted into themselves. After thousands of years, implanting Butcher's Nails has become a ritual for the World Eaters, a way to train new recruits.

These replicas of ancient technological creations will pierce into the brains of their victims, stimulating their anger and violence, depriving them of all other normal emotions. Only through fighting and killing can they gain a little positive feedback and slightly escape the pain brought by this horrific machine.

Zhou Yun brandished his famous sword, Lightning Pill, and gently pushed away the chainsaw sword of a World Devourer Berserker. He pressed the button of the mechanized device in his other hand towards the Spear of Bi Gong not far away.

Zhou Yun instantly threw the famous sword, Lightning Pill, into the air. An unstoppable energy field appeared on his right hand, rippling with a faint golden light.
Stab——————

The sharp blade copied from the Spear of Bigong easily pierced the chest of the World Eater Berserker, and the power field directly burned his internal organs to ashes.

At this moment, the bloodletting team tried to bypass Zhou Yun and rushed directly to the golden coffin of Sanguinius in front.

Zhou Yun did not give them this opportunity.
The four-dimensional pocket shook violently, and more than a dozen ancient hot melt pistols that Zhou Yun had taken from the think tank's collection flew out. The superpower hat on Zhou Yun's head waved the mechanical hand, and the powerful telekinesis directly controlled these terrifying hot melt weapons at the same time.

Subatomic vibrations sounded, and beams of scorching plasma energy spurted out.

Melta weapons are relatively poor in range and accuracy, but this is not a problem at all with Zhou Yun's almost certain hit rate.
The dozen or so bloodletters that tried to bypass Zhou Yun were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye and dissipated on the spot. The muzzles of the melta pistols were then turned towards the World Eaters berserkers. The scorching heat of the melta beam was much more deadly than the laser beam. Even the World Eaters berserkers who had endured the power of Khorne could not withstand it.
"Done!!" Mephiston turned his head suddenly and shouted at Zhou Yun.

He roared and swung the silver-steel sword in his hand. Many sword lights that violated the laws of physics flashed across the tomb, and several berserkers who tried to surround him were cut into pieces.

At the same time, the two brass halos that were circling in the air slowly stopped moving, and the stasis field suddenly stopped moving.

The molten gold fell from the sky, like golden blood falling to the ground, spreading into a light golden pool on the ground, flowing down the stairs.
In an instant, both the descendants of Sanguinius and the World Eaters berserkers held their breath.
As the golden liquid fell and slowly solidified on the ground, a breathtakingly handsome face appeared before everyone's eyes.

It was a face filled with divine light, covered by hair stained with molten gold and shrouded by a turban woven from fine gold chains. He closed his eyes tightly, tilted his head, and looked solemn, as if he had just fallen into a deep and eternal sleep.

The beauty of that face deeply shocked the hearts of everyone present. Even the angry World Eater Berserkers could not help but tremble, and believed without hesitation that it was the son of God, the glory of God, and the incarnation of God on earth.

Because only a true god could carve out that face, and it was so beautiful that reality could not contain it.
But what is heartbreaking is that the owner of this handsome face is dead. His sacred face is full of scars and traces of repair, indicating the pain he had suffered.
His body hung limply between the scarlet granite, the golden armor inlaid with various gems was shattered, the pure bloodstone and fine gold turned into fragments, and the Eye of Terra inlaid on his chest was also covered with cracks.
The flesh beneath the armor was even more horrifying, with scars all over it, and it looked like all the bones had been torn apart.

Presumably, the Blood Angels ten thousand years ago tried every possible means to repair my father's body, but the damage to the body was too severe, and the power of the murderer seemed to still remain on it after ten thousand years.

Looking at the corpse, Zhou Yun seemed to see the descendants of Sanguinius trying again and again to repair their father's broken bones, piecing together the corpse of their genetic father like a puzzle. Every time they failed, they would suffer heart-wrenching pain, and every time they failed, they would grieve and cry.
However, in the end, he could only be buried in this posture.
Poor you, sons of Sanguinius!
"You're thinking about something very rude, aren't you?" the winged figure in the white light couldn't help but say.

Contrary to Zhou Yun's expectations, Mephiston was trembling when he saw this scene.
"My Lord." Indescribable sadness and pain emerged in Mephiston's voice.

The smell of blood emanated from the remains of Sanguinius, irritating the nerves of the descendants of Sanguinius and the World Eaters berserkers present.
It also stimulated the existence in the subspace rift.
Instantly, a roar filled with anger sounded, and the subspace rift became more ferocious, and the scene inside became much clearer.

A tall prairie warrior was wielding a silver saber and fighting against eight bloodthirsty demons. Astartes warriors wearing white power armor, bloodletters, and World Eater berserkers were also fighting.

Some of these white power armors held high ancient scepters, on which hung the skulls of wild beasts. As they chanted, countless storms were howling, entwining the body of the largest demon prince.
Angron, the Daemon Primarch of Khorne
Angron was furiously trying to break free from the white power armor warriors, roaring wildly as he tried to enter reality. Most of his body was about to emerge from the warp rift.
"No!" Mephiston cried out in surprise. He carefully cut a path and came to the front of the warp rift. He raised the silver-steel sword in his hand and mobilized his huge spiritual energy to turn it into a torrent to block the warp rift.
Even with the help of those white power armor warriors, Mephiston still felt tremendous pressure.
The power of the demon primarch is too great. And it's not just the demon primarch that has invaded reality.

Eight World Eaters, with blood wrapped around their bodies, naked heads and beastly limbs, and overflowing with demonic power, half-fused with the weapons in their hands, roared into reality.

Yafu, a World Eater berserker possessed by the Eightfold Demon,

These savage warriors are bound by the Apothecary in the Eight Binding Cage, with a variety of complex probes and needles attached to their Butcher's Nails, and a blasphemous Warp ritual is performed.
No one knows what these warriors will experience in the cage afterwards. When the Eight Binding Cages are opened, some will turn into filthy flesh and blood, some will turn into Chaos Eggs, some will simply disappear, and those who successfully survive will coexist with the eight demons and become the terrifying Eight Bindings. It can be called the subspace version of opening a blind box.

Those whose souls completely merged with the eight demons would become the Eight Boundaries of the Gods. It was obvious that the eight Eight Boundaries of the Gods rushed out of the subspace.

They almost immediately pounced on Zhou Yun, and the sharp chainsaw weapons slashed at Zhou Yun unstoppably. Zhou Yun groaned, and the hot melt weapons behind him shot at the eight bindings.
But the Eight Bound Gods who merged with the eight demons obviously had stronger physical strength. Their angry demon bodies and heavy power armor seemed to resist the howling of the molten flames to a certain extent.

Sizzle!!! Chainsaw swords whistled, and more than a dozen Flesh Tearers roared and joined the battle, blocking Bafu's attack for Zhou Yun.

There was madness in their eyes, and they were almost half-into a black rage.
Seth's expression was distorted, almost painful, and he waved his chainsaw sword to help Zhou Yun force back the closest God Ba Fu.

Zhou Yun, who had gotten rid of the eight restraints, focused his attention and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye. He then appeared next to the remains of Saint Guilles.
Zhou Yun reached into the four-dimensional pocket and pulled out a piece of cloth woven with a clock pattern.
(End of this chapter)