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Chapter 226 Really? That's great!

The figure of the cunning Warmaster Horus appeared in this simple "Spirit of Vengeance".

Its body seemed to have become larger, its chitinous carapace became thicker, its triangular head shrank slightly, its bald head became more obvious, and its facial expression became more human-like.

Watching from a distance, Zhou Yun almost mistook it for a noble Primarch wearing power armor.
Obviously, this cunning prospective clan leader has grown further. Zhou Yun can feel that he is almost just a little bit away from becoming the real clan leader.

Maybe it will be enough to fight in the next battle and hunt down another cunning quasi-patriarch.

Then it should grow into the host of the Dark Angel, the shell of Black Fury in the material universe.
Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the two people beside Horus.
One is "Loken" and the other is
Zhou Yun's gaze fell slightly on the person on the other side of "Horus".
The guy had a huge deformed skull with brain tissue colliding out, emitting a strange psychic light. He also held a strange scepter in his hand, which was twisted and grotesque, and on the top of the scepter were a pair of somewhat deformed wings.

Judging from the species, this should be a Genestealer Bishop.
Zhou Yun thought about the role it might correspond to and soon came up with a guess.
"Locken." Zhou Yun smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, picked up a glass of strong liquor and walked towards Locken.
Loken had left Horus' side by now and stood with the other captains of the Sons of Horus, admiring the fights in the training cage.

One of the participants was the Genestealer Bishop, who was holding a broadsword and fighting against "Little Horus Asideman" of the Council of Four Kings.
Among the Luna Wolves, there are some Astartes who look similar to Horus himself, and "Little Horus Asideman" is the one who looks most like him.

But it obviously did not inherit Horus's swordsmanship and was overwhelmed by the Genestealer Bishop.

"Loken, would you like a drink?" Zhou Yun asked, holding up the glass of liquor.

Loken turned his head away from his conversation with the captain.

Although he looked cunning, he still calmly and rigidly followed the etiquette between soldiers and gently held the cup with Zhou Yun.
There's nothing wrong with it, but it does seem a bit rigid and inflexible.

"I heard that Baal's wine is very famous." Locke said for the sake of conversation.

Zhou Yun's expression froze slightly.
In the long time since arriving at Warhammer, not many things have attacked Zhou Yun.

Khorne's Chosen is one, and the Wine of Baal is another.
The damage caused to Zhou Yun by Baal Wine was much more serious than that caused to Kahn.

That stuff is so bitter, so bitter that it reminds people of the most painful years in their lives.
Zhou Yun couldn't help but reach into his four-dimensional pocket and calmly took out a bottle of Bal red wine.
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and he had always wanted to share this bitterness with others.

I originally planned to share it with Old One-Eye or Rag.

But the old one-eyed man was seriously injured in the battle of Baal, and Rag was too old, so Zhou Yun was afraid that they would drink to death.

Just as the cunning Locke mentioned it, Zhou Yun shared the bottle of wine with him without hesitation.

"Here you go." Zhou Yun's voice was calm but with a smile.

Locke stretched out his hand holding the power sword in a daze and took the bottle of red wine from Zhou Yun.

He just mentioned it out of politeness, but the member of the Holy Blood Guard actually took out a bottle from his crotch and gave it to him.
Do you Sanguinary Guards hide red wine in your crotch? Is this some kind of 9th Legion custom?

Zhou Yun looked at Locke's claws with great interest. He was curious about what these claws meant to Locke.
"Is there something wrong with my power sword?" Locke looked at his power sword strangely.
There was nothing wrong with the sword itself, and the energy field was running stably, just as it had been doing during the days and nights that accompanied Loken in the past.
Loken always holds the sword in his hand and never lets go
"Power sword. Have you ever tried to release it?" Zhou Yun asked with interest, a smile on his face.

Loken was stunned for a moment.
lay down?

It recalled carefully that it had never put down the power sword since it grew it.
Wait, why is it growing?
Loken looked dazed, and the power sword in his hand vaguely turned into some kind of alien claw.

It couldn't help but take a step back, but the claws were part of its body, so they moved along with it.

Locke looked at the sharp claws in front of him and felt that his sanity and spirit were about to be torn to pieces by them.

"No" Loken let out a low whine, and the other Luna Wolves officers around him all turned their eyes to him.

"It's okay, Lorcan."

Zhou Yun remained calm, patted Locke's shoulder with his hand, and spoke in a soothing tone.
His fingertips lightly swept across the robot director's hot performance clapperboard,

"Tell me what you saw."

There was a gentleness in Zhou Yun's voice.
This seemed to take control of Locke's heart easily, causing him to speak involuntarily.

"I saw it. I saw the claws. My claws." Loken's voice was confused and hazy, as if he was immersed in the boundary between reality and illusion.
"The truth. We only have the truth," Loken almost whispered. Then he turned his body suddenly, shook his head fiercely, and his eyes regained clarity.
"Sorry." Locke said in a calm voice, rubbing his temple slightly, "It's an old problem of mine. I have some hallucinations occasionally."

Zhou Yun looked at Locke with interest.

This cunning Loken can actually see through the illusion in front of him to a certain extent.
Could it be that in normal history, the real Loken left people with the impression of being obsessed with the truth and good at discovering the truth?
Essentially, this cunning Loken in front of us is the echo of people's impression and emotions of Loken ten thousand years ago in the subspace.
Zhou Yun smiled slightly and said, "We Blood Angels also occasionally face similar situations, where we are in an illusion and cannot tell which era we are living in."

Listening to Zhou Yun's words, Locke was slightly stunned.
Zhou Yun actually revealed the genetic defects of his legion, which is a private matter for any regiment.

"However, the Blood Angels know a good medicine that can cure these hallucinations." Zhou Yun ignored Loken's surprise and continued, "Do you know what it is?"

Loken shook his head in confusion.
"It's the truth, Lorcan."

“We only have the truth, and only the truth can break through the illusion.”

Locke's eyes widened slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Zhou Yun slightly press down the baseball cap on his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he changed the subject: "Introduce me to the other one in the training cage."

"Erebus, Chief Priest of the Word Bearers, is equal to Lorgar's throat and tongue."

"He originally wanted to report something to the Warmaster and ask for a favor, but after he arrived, he realized the pressure the Warmaster was facing, so he quietly put his own affairs aside, not wanting to cause trouble for the Warmaster, and played the role of a firm and reliable think tank advisor."

Locke hesitated for a moment and said:
"We now trust Erebus and admire him greatly, as does the Warmaster."

"I think it would be more appropriate to burn his head with molten metal." Zhou Yun's lips curled up into a smile.

His fingers could not help but sweep across the hot melt pistol at his waist.
I really want to shoot it dead. Locke almost instantly felt the emotions surging from Zhou Yun.

He was terrified because Locke knew Zhou Yun's ability.
At this distance and in this position, his marksmanship is indeed enough to kill Erebus with one shot.

He was not the real Erebus, but an echo projected on the chicken thief, the splash of water caused by a stone falling into a pool, not the stone itself.

Zhou Yun felt sorry for this. If Erebus really stood in front of him, he would burn him to ashes with dozens of hot melt pistols.

After all, Erebus is essentially the worst beast in the cesspool of beasts that is Warhammer.
The evil deeds he had done were too numerous to list, from tricking Lorgar into falling into Chaos to Horus being filled with the Four Gods, from planning a surprise attack on the Smurfs in the Battle of Calth to killing the most outstanding Blessed Son of the Word Bearers, Angor Tai.
He is the culprit of the great rebellion and the direct pusher for the human civilization and even the entire galaxy to fall into the cesspool.
Whether it was the Chaos faction, the Loyalists, or even the Aliens, they couldn't help but spit at Erebus.
Anyone with a bolter and two bullets would choose to shoot Erebus with both shots and then smash him in the face with the butt of the gun.

However, if it wasn't in Zhou Yun's plan, this guy would still be very useful.

Zhou Yun didn't mind shooting it dead. After all, its behavior and spirit were not much different from Erebus.
Erebas' sword was very fast, and even Zhou Yun had to admit that Erebas did have some skills in the battle in the training cage.

Erebus wields a large, heavy broadsword, a standard Astartes broadsword.
But its sword edge almost overwhelmed Horus' sickle claws, and it swung at least three or four times per second, almost catching up with the speed of six sticks per second of the elite air-transport troops of the Astra Militarum with double the meal supplement.

In an instant, the clash of swords resounded in the cage, turning into a whistling wind. The warriors present could not help but admire it.
More than ten minutes later, Erebus drew his sword and struck the winning blow, leaving a bloody mark on little Horus' face.

Young Horus sighed and admitted defeat, walking out of the training cage.

"Who will fight the victor?" Abaddon suddenly shouted, "Is it Loken, the new member of the Council of Four Kings?"

"Or..." Abaddon's eyes fell on Zhou Yun. "Or is it this new member of the Holy Blood Guard who has become the Warmaster's guard?"

Everyone looked at Zhou Yun. Everyone wanted to know whether this member of the Holy Blood Guard had real strength.

This is a challenge and also a test
"I?"

Zhou Yun gently pointed his finger at himself. His tone was beyond the expectations of Abaddon and all the sneaky Moon Wolves present.

"I hit Erebus?! Is this true? That's great!"

His tone was filled with joy, happiness, gratitude towards Abaddon, and deep happiness.

(End of this chapter)