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Chapter 292 I am Slut!

Zhou Yun injected his consciousness into the body of Fat Tiger Demon, and looked around with the help of Fat Tiger Demon's body.

He stood on the marble platform, and used body clay to mold the Fat Tiger Demon into the appearance of Guilliman, with the help of voiceprint candy to imitate the voice, and the robot director & hot stage clapper to imitate the behavior, almost exactly like the real Robert Guilliman.
This was the plan that Zhou Yun and Guilliman had made. They used the Fat Tiger Demon to disguise themselves as Guilliman and trick Fulgrim into putting the Slaanesh artifact, the Crown of Glory, on Zhou Yun's head.

The illusions woven by the Crown of Glory were specially prepared by Fulgrim for Guilliman. The temptation to Zhou Yun was not strong enough, and he would not be corrupted mentally. The body of Fat Tiger, composed of the mighty power of the warp, was enough to resist the corruption on the material level.

Zhou Yun could even use this to contaminate Fulgrim with his own essence, letting Fulgrim have a taste of corruption.
Unfortunately, Slaanesh infused Fulgrim with too many blessings. According to Sanguinius's speculation, Fulgrim might be one of the most blessed, most twisted, and most depraved demon primarchs. Zhou Yun was unable to completely corrupt Fulgrim and could only leave him with trauma that was difficult to erase.

Zhou Yun calmed down. The parade was still going on. The war machine would carry this heavy marble platform through the entire city and step on every brick and stone of Extreme Avenue.
Cheers continued to sound from all directions, and people squeezed their imaginations to come up with the most moving words to praise the Lord of the Ultramarines.

The hymns of the state religion echoed throughout the city. Amid the singing, the Astartes formed a procession as strong as steel, marching on the road made of pale bricks.

These scenes all made people feel honored. Mortals felt honored for being able to witness such a moment, the Astra Militarum and the Auxiliary Corps felt honored for joining the Primarch's parade, and the Astartes felt honored for being with the Primarch.
Especially the Ultramarines, although they tried their best to suppress their inner feelings with reason, they still felt proud when they saw the representatives of other chapters watching the ceremony on the high platform near the street.

Look whose genetic father has returned?

Such emotions were faintly and imperceptibly overflowing in the hearts of every soldier.

Among the other Astartes who came to watch the ceremony, many could not help but miss their gene father and look forward to his return.

If it was Guilliman who was standing on the platform, even he, as the Primarch, would be filled with a sense of honor.
This has nothing to do with Guilliman's thoughts. As a human being, he is easily influenced by the atmosphere.

This was Fulgrim's plan.
Honor is a good thing, but like any other emotion, it can become a crack for the Chaos Gods to invade.

The more the emotions of honor surge in people's hearts, the more the power of the God of Thirst will be strengthened, and Fulgrim's power in the real universe will also be strengthened.
The Magna Macragge Archon, who was corrupted by Fulgrim, would surely wait until the parade was at its grandest and would most inspire the people's sense of honor before placing the crown of glory on Guilliman.
Zhou Yun slightly withdrew his mind from Fat Tiger and returned his sight to his own flesh and blood body.
"Fulgrim is still waiting." Zhou Yun said softly to Guilliman, who was wearing the Blindspot Star and hiding his figure beside him.

"He is like a poisonous snake, lurking in his own cold and sticky cave, squirming his body impatiently, waiting to bite us and inject us with rotten venom." Robert Guilliman said in a low voice.

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.

Fulgrim must have been very anxious at this moment, and was anxiously wriggling his body in the palace of Slaanesh.
Just as Zhou Yun and Guilliman were eager for him to fall into the trap. But Zhou Yun had another urgent matter.
He looked up at the Void Ship in the sky. Through the atmosphere, he could only see the flames from the roar of the Void Ship's engine.

Among them, several ships were transporting the supplies Zhou Yun needed, worth billions. Zhou Yun felt itchy when he thought about it, and couldn't help but go up and take a look early.

However, he did not expect that the fleet's arrival time would coincide with the parade time, so Zhou Yun could only focus on this first.
Although at present, there is no need for Zhou Yun's physical body to stand here.
"I'll go up with you and check the cargo," Guilliman suggested.

Zhou Yun, relying on his perception of the Blind Spot Star, cast a strange look at Guilliman: "This is your parade, and Fulgrim is about to take action."

"I know Fulgrim. He is a coward at heart. You and Sanguinius have confirmed that he will not enter the physical universe."

Guilliman said in a calm voice:

"Just having your great demon here is enough and I just can't bear this moment any more."

As he said this, Guilliman couldn't help but sigh.

The long and complicated work made Guilliman realize what the current state of the empire is like. The honor-filled occasion before him only deepened the gloom in his heart.
He really wanted to hide away for a while.
Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows.
Guilliman was right. It would not be a problem for the two of them to leave for a while.

If there is an accident, Zhou Yun and Guilliman can rush back at any time through the portal.

If he really can't make it back in time, Sanguinius does have a portal.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly and took out the Anywhere Door from his four-dimensional pocket.

Instead of watching the ceremony here, it is better to go and see the money that will be coming into his account.

Zhou Yun pushed open the portal and stepped into it with Guilliman.
This is a Wandering-class cargo ship, one of the most common models in the Imperial merchant fleet. It is two kilometers long and five hundred meters wide. It is made entirely of heavy metal. It is rough, solid, inconspicuous, but reliable.
But after Zhou Yun and Guilliman entered, they noticed something was wrong. It was quiet, too quiet.
This ship, which should be carrying nearly 20,000 crew members, was too quiet.
The machinery still hums, the steam still creaks, the engines still rumble, but there is no human voice.
Only the background sound composed of the sound of the ship itself was resounding, which made the surroundings even more strange.
Even in the narrow corridor that Zhou Yun and Guilliman entered, the lights were turned off, leaving only the orange-yellow light splashing from the machines running around the corridor to illuminate the surroundings.
This little light is just a drop in the bucket for the cabin corridor encroached by darkness.

Guilliman, whose figure was hidden by the blind star, gently placed his hand on the Emperor's sword.

Zhou Yun and he did not communicate, but both of them understood that something had obviously happened on the ship.
Who attacked this ship? Fulgrim? The Genestealers? Or some other force?
No matter which side it was, Zhou Yun frowned slightly.
This is my money!

Zhou Yun nodded slightly to Guilliman.

Guilliman silently guarded Zhou Yun, and the two of them quickly approached the metal bulkhead of the narrow corridor.

Zhou Yun placed his fingers on the bulkhead composed of rivets and square metal plates, trying to infiltrate his will into the ship.

This is an ability he gained from the field of vicious arts.

His will turned into tentacles, spreading throughout the ship, feeling every steam-spouting pipe, surging electric cable, and creaking machine in this behemoth.
Then, Zhou Yun heard a faint song, a song praising growth, shaping, and reconstruction, light and soft, like chanting,
As the song began to sound, it seemed as if something really began to grow inside the cargo ship.
Zhou Yun took a step back suddenly, distanced himself from the ship, and watched as pale bone-like things grew out like branches.

These bones looked fragile and light, but they easily tore through the thick steel plates that made up the bulkhead. In the blink of an eye, they filled the entire corridor and made the surrounding space even narrower.

But after seeing these bones, Zhou Yun's expression became better, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Spiritual bones." Zhou Yun said in a low voice.
This pale bone-like substance in front of him was the warp-shaped plastic material used by the Eldar to build arks, warships and weapons. It was solidified warp energy and could be molded into any form through the manipulation of the Bone Singers.
Obviously, the elves implanted spirit bones inside the cargo ship, completely destroying the original structure of the cargo ship, replacing it with spirit bones to support and suppress the original machine soul.

This was obviously a trap prepared by the Eldar for Zhou Yun.
Finally it came. Zhou Yun almost guessed who was going to ambush him.

"Giggle."

Laughter filled with joy, happiness, and mockery rang out from the corridor, echoing continuously in the corridor covered with bones.

"The human god of death is truly knowledgeable. It is worth my while to predict this brief moment, the moment when you are alone on this cargo ship."

"Guilliman is on parade, Sanguinius is far away, I just need to trap you from using the gate that allows you to travel through the galaxy at will."

A pale Eldar clown wearing gorgeous clothes, with complicated oil paint on his face and a hideous smile, jumped into the heretic's room in the corridor. He had almost no mechanical equipment on his body, but held two harlequin blades.

"I am Sigochi, the clown, the psychopath, the lunatic, the Eldar god of laughter and revenge!"

“This body is my incarnation, my actor, the mask I wear when I walk in the world.”

The aria sounded from the clown's mouth, and the Eldar clown who called himself Sigochi laughed heartily.
He was not the real Sigaloth, he was evidently an Eldar clown, the Sublime incarnate, the actor who played the Laughing God himself in the clown play.

It is equivalent to the incarnation of Xi Gaoqi himself in the real universe and is the executor of his will.

"And me!" A voice full of hunger and desire rang out from the other side of the corridor. A clown with a hood, a strange demon mask, and horns walked out of the darkness with a cat-like step.

She kept making lustful and seductive panting sounds, her body under her robe was extremely voluptuous and attractive, and she exuded a lustful fragrance.

"I am the Lord of Thirst! I am the Prince of Darkness! I am the Destroyer of the Eldar! I am Desire! I am Longing!"

"I am."

The clown's voice suddenly rose, and she loudly uttered the name that was taboo for any race:

"I am Slaanesh!"

(End of this chapter)