I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 286 What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine!
The highest point of Hera Fortress, Macragge Peak, where the earth, mountains and sky meet,

This is the highest point in all of Macragge. The wind is cold, the atmosphere is thin, and the morning light is dazzling. The stars of this system rise from the horizon between the mountains, casting the golden light of Sanguinius on the overlapping Roman marble buildings of Hera Fortress, carving out every shrine, dome and marble column.

On the other side of the sky, the morning stars were still sparse, falling on the deep blue sky and hanging beside the four towering statues.
Zhou Yun looked at the sun rising in the distance and couldn't help but let out a breath.
"Robert Guilliman wakes up in the morning on Macragge and greets the sun just rising in the sky before starting work: 'Good morning, sun!'"

"'Lord of Ultramar! Hello too!' The sun said respectfully."

"At noon, Robert Guilliman looked up during his lunch break and said to the sun: 'Good afternoon, sun!'"

"'Hello too!' Sun said to Guilliman as he hurried towards the horizon."

"At dusk, Guilliman, the Lord of the Ultramarines, finished his day's work, waved to the sun hanging in the sky and said: 'Good afternoon, sun!'"

"'Fuck you, I've made it to the Tau Empire,' said the sun as it quickly disappeared over the horizon."

Hearing this, Sanguinius, who was standing next to Zhou Yun, laughed softly.

Reina's expression was a little confused: "Since Macragge's sun defected from the Tau Empire, why did it still rise as usual the next day?"

"You'll have to ask Ms. Greyfax." Zhou Yun laughed twice: "It only took the Tribunal one night to make Sun realize his mistake."

"There is a serious logical error in your joke." Guilliman looked at Zhou Yun with a straight face and said seriously, "My work does not begin in the early morning, nor does it end at dusk."

There was silence at first on the top of Macragge, and then Zhou Yun and Sanguinius couldn't help laughing out loud, Reina couldn't help laughing, and Guilliman also had a faint smile on his lips.

"Don't laugh." Guilliman turned his head and looked at Sanguinius: "Remember? You share half of the power of Macragge. Tonight I will send half of the government affairs to you."

Sanguinius' smile disappeared in an instant, and the expression on his face was as if he remembered some dark history.

And his smile obviously shifted to Guilliman's face.

"Don't think that Guilliman is happy now. If we go to the Stone Monastery to get the Lion King back, the three of them will be unhappy together." Zhou Yun said to Reina.

Reyna blinked in confusion. She obviously didn't understand why Guilliman and Sanguinius would be unhappy about the return of another Primarch.
Sanguinius and Guilliman's faces twitched almost at the same time.

This galaxy is so shitty, but there are rarely things like the Second Empire that make all the participants unhappy.

The three primarchs each had their own frustrations and discomforts.

Guilliman sighed and looked at the four statues standing on the top of Macragge.
The four statues included himself, his adopted father King Connor, Lady Euden, and the Emperor.
Apart from this, there is nothing else on the top of Macragge, except for a platform made of heavy marble.

"This is a good place." Guilliman looked around and said, "It is as empty and quiet as it was ten thousand years ago."

Guilliman recommended this place as the location for Zhou Yun to create the Fat Tiger Demon.
There is no other interference here, so you don't have to worry about others seeing the process of making a big demon.
If the Fat Tiger Demon created by Zhou Yun were to lose control, or if Zhou Yun himself were to temporarily lose control, it would not cause damage to the Hera Fortress, and it would give the two Primarchs space to subdue the Fat Tiger Demon or Zhou Yun.
Even if the two Primarchs are unable to control Fat Tiger or Zhou Yun due to an accident, the Blood Angels and Ultramarines stationed in Hera Fortress can quickly provide support.

This is almost a perfect venue.
"What level do you think the newly born great demon will be at?" Guilliman turned his head slightly and looked at Zhou Yun and Sanguinius.

Zhou Yun waved his hand slightly, indicating that he didn't know either.

"The main force is Kabanha, he is no match for me." Sanguinius stroked his chin and said, "Even if we add two more Slaanesh Daemons, they are still far inferior to me."

"The biggest risk is that after creating the Great Demon, Zhou Yun's subspace essence may temporarily lose control because it truly squeezes into reality for the first time. Of course, there is also the part of the power of death that my father threw into Zhou Yun's body, but that part has also been swallowed by Zhou Yun's subspace essence."

When Guilliman heard the words "Zhou Yun lost control", his face was obviously filled with worry. "Don't worry, I know more about the Warp than you do, and to a certain extent, I am Zhou Yun's demon prince."

Sanguinius gestured to Guilliman to relax and said:

"So I can sense the strength of Zhou Yun's control over his own essence. Even if he loses control, it will only be for a brief moment."

"We just need to trap the out-of-control Fat Tiger Demon for a while."

"If it's just a big demon, I should be able to handle it." Guilliman nodded slightly and said, "But I'm more worried about hurting Lord Zhou Yun. He is too valuable, and I don't want to take the risk."

The corners of Zhou Yun's mouth twitched slightly. For some reason, he felt that Guilliman was setting a flag.

However, Zhou Yun was not worried. Before coming, they had confirmed through the right and wrong divination machine that there would be no major harm in this operation.

"Then shall I start?" Zhou Yun said, placing his hand slightly on the four-dimensional pocket.

In order to prevent any problems, the Blood Angels and Blood Angel ships in the four-dimensional pocket were temporarily released. After all, the Fat Tiger Demon would be born in the four-dimensional pocket.

"Let's get started. I will try my best to stir up a subspace storm so that most of the beings in the subspace will not notice the birth of Fat Tiger Demon."

Sanguinius nodded to Zhou Yun, then looked at Guilliman:

"If it really gets out of control, it's up to you."

"It'll be fine." Guilliman nodded at Zhou Yun and Sanguinius.

Looking at Guilliman's assurance, Zhou Yun still had some doubts in his heart.
The demon he created shouldn't be as strong as the Primarch, right? Guilliman shouldn't be unable to defeat him.
As he thought about it, Zhou Yun looked at the looming figure with a short hair and a face like Fat Tiger in the four-dimensional pocket.
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Looking at the prompt in front of him, Zhou Yun gently clicked to confirm.
The Fats Tiger Demon immediately grabbed Soniares and the Secret Keeper who were floating beside him.

The two Slaanesh Demons tried to resist, but Fat Tiger's arms suddenly exerted force, and his two hands tightly grasped the Slaanesh Demons' bodies. The power from the Dark Prince that stabilized their bodies, existence, senses, and purpose was instantly stripped away.

They disintegrated and turned into pure subspace vortexes, and were sucked into Fat Tiger's body along with the power from the Dark Prince.
Under Fat Tiger's seemingly human shell, the waves of the warp surged and undulated, and the power of Khorne, the Emperor, Slaanesh and Zhou Yun intertwined and mixed, weaving into a brand new existence, and gradually giving birth to new senses and existence.

Zhou Yun tried, tentatively, to infiltrate his consciousness into this new subspace body, trying to control this brand new body.
His consciousness gradually sank into it, and gradually merged with the Fat Tiger Demon. He felt that he had established a deeper connection with it.
The eyes of the Fat Tiger Demon suddenly opened, and in his eyes, there was the desire for destruction from Khorne, the judgment from the Emperor, the artistic pursuit from Slaanesh, and the consciousness from Zhou Yun.

In a trance, Zhou Yun felt that he had become something larger, something beyond the limitations of matter, looking down at everything in the material universe from a higher perspective.
He vaguely saw himself being pulled out of the garbage mountain in Asford by Rag.
Seeing himself and the two brothers Monger traveling through the ruins of the old eighth district,
I saw myself fighting against the Genestealer leader in the Lower Nest.
I saw the Star God sink into the fourth-dimensional pocket.
He saw himself resurrecting Sanguinius in Baal,

He saw himself standing on the top of Macragge with the two Primarchs.
Then Zhou Yun saw more, more blurred, and more distant scenes.

He vaguely heard the laughter of the God of Laughter Sigaloth suddenly stop, and saw Inad coming from the webway.
He also saw Kahn, wearing a flesh hood, standing beside him, chopping at his flesh with a bloody axe, while the Blood God slashed at the entire planet in mid-air.
It seemed that he saw the dead praying beside him, Tzeentch made a sharp bird cry, Khorne drew out the giant sword beside the throne, and Slaanesh and Nurgle stood beside Zhou Yun.
Then he stuffed a ball into the mouth of the Norn Queen. The dark, deep, and hungry will of the hive faced him head-on. "I'm here to negotiate terms." Zhou Yun's voice resounded in the darkness.

Then the Spirit of Vengeance and the entire galaxy were burning. The bodies of Robert Guilliman and Horus kept changing in various overlapping scenes. They were all possessed by the Four Gods, but in the end Zhou Yun killed them and also killed the Emperor.
Finally, everything returned to silence.
Zhou Yun stood on the top of Macragge, motionless and unmoving, like a statue, with bizarre scenes flashing in his eyes.

At the same time, a tide rose in the warp, expanding from the top of Macragge.
At that moment, all the believers of Saint Doraemon heard a roar from the subspace.
"What is yours is mine, what is mine is still mine."

In one sentence there is the tyranny of the Emperor, the greed of Slaanesh, and the power of Khorne.
“Here it comes,” Sanguinius whispered.

A figure slowly emerged from Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket.

(End of this chapter)