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

Chapter 293 The Laughing God is a Clown Now
"I am Slaanesh!!!"

The shrill, creepy aria echoed throughout the corridor, and even the noble incarnation who was the companion of the clown shuddered.
The name of the Prince of Darkness was spoken directly into the physical universe, and blasphemous voices resounded beneath the veil of reality.
The clown's body began to wriggle with flesh and blood, and there seemed to be tentacles wriggling under the skin, and his entire voluptuous body continued to grow and develop.

That's a unicorn.
Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.
The Sublime Avatar plays the role of the God of Laughter in the Harlequin's play. He is the incarnation of the God of Laughter.

The unicorn in the play plays the role of the dark prince Slaanesh. Even the demons of Slaanesh would not dare to do such a thing.

This means that the unicorn is directly facing the invasion of Slaanesh itself.

Although he gained power directly from Slaanesh's erosion in this process and became Slaanesh's incarnation, his spirit will continue to corrupt and erode, and eventually fall into complete madness. After death, his soul will also belong to Slaanesh himself.

Unless Sigokki can coax his soul back from Slaanesh, there will be no redemption.

The unicorn standing in front of Zhou Yun was obviously on the verge of complete insanity. The corruption it had suffered was so severe that its power had become extremely terrifying.

"The noble incarnation of the Laughing God, the almost insane Unicorn, and a Bonesinger hiding in the cabin who doesn't want to show up?"

Zhou Yun stood in the middle of the corridor, surrounded by two clowns, with a slight smile on his face:

"Does Xi Gaoqi think this can trap the two of us? At least let him get out of the Black Library?"

"You are so confident." The noble incarnation bowed slightly to Zhou Yun: "Your authority in the subspace does terrify me, but how much power have you squeezed into this mortal body of the physical universe?"

"Is it just to trap you, the Prince of Darkness and the incarnation of the God of Laughter, or can I just - wait, what did you mean by two people?"

The expression of the noble incarnation froze for a moment, as if he had realized something——————

The scorching flames cut through the darkness, and the immortal flames from the Emperor's spiritual energy burned fiercely and hit the chest of the noble incarnation directly.
Xigaoqi's incarnation flew backwards and hit the wall of spirit bones heavily.

The unicorn let out a sharp cry and pounced towards the place where the flame had just burned.

Guilliman, whose figure was obscured by the Blind Spot Star, swung the Emperor's Sword in his hand at a speed faster than the Unicorn.
The star-like flames drew an arc in the air and collided with the two constantly wriggling swords in the unicorn's hands. The sound of metal clashing continued to resound in the void.

But the flames suddenly disappeared, and Guilliman circled behind the unicorn in an instant, and chopped down heavily with the sharp blade.

The unicorn staggered and rolled over to avoid the force of Guilliman's heavy sword.

"I suddenly understand the feelings of Curze and Corax." Guilliman sighed without being seen.

"What?!" The Supreme Avatar screamed in disbelief and looked in the direction of the voice: "Robert Guilliman?!"

His voice carries the clown's unique exaggeration and comedic effect.

But the surprise was real, and he obviously didn't understand why Guilliman was here.

Xi Gaoqi seemed to have predicted Zhou Yun's future in some way, and saw that Zhou Yun would enter the cargo ship alone.
But Xi Gaoqi did not notice that there was another Guilliman beside Zhou Yun, whose figure was hidden by the blind spot star.
In order to prevent the failure of his plan due to the spying in the warp, Guilliman, in addition to wearing the Blindspot Star, was also given unique protection by the Sanguinius Union and Mephiston and Digris, the two strongest think tanks in the human empire, to prevent him from being spied on by the existence in the warp.
Including replacing Guilliman with Fat Tiger and transferring Sanguinius, all of these were plans to lure and deceive Fulgrim.

Unexpectedly, before Fulgrim took the bait, Sigourchy took the first bite.

"Delay them both as long as possible!"

The Avatar of the Sublime screamed an order to the One Horn and the Bonesinger hiding in the shadows:
"Even if it is the Primarch and the Death of Humanity——————"

Before the Avatar of the Noble had finished his words, Guilliman's Emperor's Sword began to burn fiercely again.
Zhou Yun also put on his superpower hat, and dozens of melta pistols floated around him at once.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Hilandri Veilwalker let out a sharp whine in Zhou Yun's residence.
The Heart-Locking Scarab in her body was constantly stimulating her nerves, causing her intense pain.

The clowns surrounding her acted quickly and held her limbs without hesitation to prevent Hilandri Curtain Walker from being controlled by the Heart-Locking Scarab to attack them.
"Don't be afraid, sister, we will save you right now!"

"Don't worry! The human death god has been trapped by Xi Gaoqi's tricks!"

"Just bear with it for a while, we will soon be able to safely remove the Heart-Locking Scarab from your body!"

The clowns gathered around Hilandri Curtain Walker and talked in unison.

Hilandri Curtain Walker showed a touching expression on her face.
Xigaoqi really didn't give up on himself!

Praise the God of Laughter! So great! God of Laughter!

"Really?" Hilandri Curtain Walker's voice was full of hope.

"Of course it's true————ah?" Before the clowns finished speaking, their expressions suddenly changed.
A picture flashed across their eyes, and Hilandri Curtain Walker vaguely saw some bad scenes from it.
"Fake!"

"Xi Gaoqi flipped over!"

"The human god of death and Guilliman are pinning the Avatar and the One-horned to the ground and beating them to death!"

"We have to run away before they get killed!"

"No time for safe means! Plan B!"

The clowns surrounding Hilandri Veilwalker took away the safe culling equipment.

These instruments are safe, but they are too slow.
"What do you want to do?"

There was some fear in Hilandri Curtain Walker's voice. Her psychic power made her aware of some danger:
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't save me. You can just run away first."

"Don't say that, sister!"

"Harlequin will never abandon any Eldar!"

"We have even risked our lives on Unicorn and the Avatar. If we don't save you, wouldn't that be a huge loss?!"

The clowns made way for the others while talking among themselves.

A shriveled, pale Eldar slowly walked in, with a gentle smile on his face and his fingers as slender as knives.

"Don't be afraid, fellow man. I will definitely heal you."

The skinny Eldar smiled and said,

A series of twisted and deformed limbs grew out of his back, as if they came from a dozen different races.
Hilandri Curtain Walker's expression froze.
That's a Haemonchus, a Haemonchus from Comoros!

"do not come!"

"I'm not running away! Don't come over here! Xigaoqi, I'll kill all my ancestors for eight generations!"

"Boss Zhou Yun! Boss Zhou Yun, come and save me!!!"

A sharp wail sounded from the mouth of Hilandri Curtain Walker.

On the marble platform of the Grand Parade, Zhou Yun's consciousness resided in the body of Fat Tiger, disguising himself as Robert Guilliman.

I didn't expect that I only prepared a trap, but it could trap two big fish, Xigouqi and Fulgrim.
Now in the transport ship in orbit, Zhou Yun's real body is beating up the unicorn and the noble incarnation together with Guilliman.

It is indeed possible that the God of Laughter and the incarnation of Slaanesh have trapped Zhou Yun.
But Zhou Yun was trapped with a Gene Primarch. Then Zhou Yun could only say that the God of Laughter finally became a real clown.

Not to mention the God of Laughter and the incarnation of Slaanesh, even Fulgrim, the Demon Prince of Slaanesh, would most likely be killed if he met Guilliman assisted by Zhou Yun with props.

At the same time, relying on the Heart-Locking Scarab, Zhou Yun also knew that a clown was rescuing Hilandri Curtain Walker.
He could also feel that Xilandli Curtain Walker was in a bloody state, and he could also hear her wailing and begging Zhou Yun to save her. She would not run away.

But how can I not run!
Zhou Yun had been squatting for so long just to wait for her to run away, to wait for her to be rescued by Xi Gaoqi and brought back to the Black Library!

If she didn't run, how would Commissioner Zhou Yun find the black library?

You must run! And you must run successfully!
It was for this reason that Zhou Yun did not ask Sanguinius to come back for support.
He even deliberately delayed his actions a little, slowing down the time to deal with the unicorn and the noble incarnation, creating a chance for Hilandri Curtain Walker to escape.

Zhou Yun silently prayed in his heart to the dead Eldar God Phoenix King Asuryan, hoping that he would bless Unicorn and the Noble Incarnation with the spirit of Slaanesh's belly and let them hold on a little longer, otherwise Zhou Yun's actions would seem too deliberate and Xigaoqi would discover the problem.

After praying, Zhou Yun regained his composure and focused on the parade.
The entire parade had almost reached its climax. The residents around were cheering at the top of their lungs. Some mortal women with relatively weak physical strength even fainted from cheering.
Every mortal, every soldier, every Astartes' heart is filled with honor. They feel proud of themselves at this moment and hope that such glory can last forever.
Such emotional fluctuations caused waves in the highest heaven.
Footsteps sounded on the marble platform,

The mortal Archon of Magna Macragge who had suggested that Guilliman hold the parade stepped onto the platform.
He saluted the Fat Tiger Demon disguised as Guilliman with an extremely complicated and elegant etiquette, and the pure gold amulet on his chest gleamed brightly under the scorching sun of Macragge.

"My Lord! My Lord, full of glory, splendor and brightness!"

The Archon said in an exaggerated voice, holding up an exquisite golden laurel wreath with complex and intricate patterns, as if all the glorious scenes of the past and present in the entire Milky Way were carved on it with the most exquisite craftsmanship.

"We mortals only pray that you wear this crown of honor. Only this crown is worthy of all your honor!"

(End of this chapter)