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Chapter 295: Too Bad! You Want Me to Sit on the Golden Throne!
He saw it,

That magnificent future,

That glorious future,

Zhou Yun saw the will in Fat Tiger Demon's body,
The galaxy is being reconquered, and countless people are kneeling at his feet.
He saw the Milky Way, the whole Milky Way was full of hope because of him.
Countless Astartes assembled under his command, on a scale so large that it was larger than ever before, far exceeding the size of the Legion.

These huge legions are united under one command, chanting his name to bring civilization and enlightenment to the entire galaxy.
This is his glory!

Thus, a new expedition began.

From Macragge to Terra, from Terra to Baal, from Baal to every corner of the galaxy,
His power is so strong that it terrifies all ghosts and monsters.
The Tyranids starved to death, the Eldar died, he decapitated the last Ork, the Tau Empire vanished, and Wotan begged to be accepted as a human again.

This is his glory!

So many people were saved by him, so many people gained hope because of him, and so many planets were reborn because of him.

Millions of people in the empire shouted his name, praised his prestige, and paid him homage.
Countless streets, cities, continents, oceans, planets, stars, galaxies, and even entire star regions have been renamed in his honor.

This is his glory!

Even the Chaos Gods were afraid of him.

The axe of the Blood God, the whip of Slaanesh, the plague of Nurgle, and the wiles of Tzeentch all vanish before him.
Like the curse of a sewer maggot, it vanishes before the majestic and sacred Emperor.
This is also his glory!

There is none greater than he, none more divine than he, none more worthy to be the ruler of mankind,

A towering statue of him was erected, with Macragge's aristocratic face gazing at the stars, the stars of mankind. No, the stars that belonged to him.
Millions of people shouted his name in reverence.

Not worshipped because of fear, threat and ignorance, but worshipped because of hope, reason and salvation,
They are grateful to their savior and ruler,
Roboute Guilliman,
They chant this name thirteen times a day.

Zhou Yun blinked his eyes gently and watched the scene calmly.
What did singing Guilliman's praises have to do with him? Why was he here? What was he doing here?

Oh, yes, he seems to be here. Zhou Yun's eyes began to search silently.
In the warp, Fulgrim squirmed his huge body, giggling as he weaved an illusion. This was an illusion he had specially prepared for his brother. He had exhausted all his thoughts and used all his knowledge of Guilliman to weave this illusion.

Guilliman is the most arrogant one, more arrogant than anyone else,

He clearly longed for honor and respect in his heart, but he hated the respect that was born out of ignorance, religious superstition, fear, threats and fraud.

He only accepts respect that is born out of reason, not out of emotional impulse, but out of the heart after a clear understanding of everything.

Guilliman only accepted this kind of respect and honor in his heart.
What an arrogant and conceited idea! Fulgrim has always been curious about what kind of ending Guilliman, who is so arrogant and conceited, desires in his bottomless heart.

After much thought, Fulgrim could only think of one possibility.
He continued to weave visions, trying to make Guilliman sink into them.

But the situation took him a bit by surprise.
Guilliman did not feel any sense of honor in his heart, nor did he have the intention of sinking into this illusion.
This made Fulgrim confused and curious.

But he didn't dare to go too deep into Guilliman's consciousness, as this might make him aware of something.

Could it be that these scenes are not enough to make Guilliman sink?

Did he crave greater glory than Fulgrim had shown?
Yes, that must be the case.
He was like this ten thousand years ago.
Always arrogant, always ambitious, always with a sense of superiority.
What he really desires must be
Zhou Yun stood in front of the Terran Palace. The pure gold stairs continued to extend under his feet. Each step was engraved with a great and glorious moment in human history.
From the first lighting of a fire, the first war, the birth of a religion, the victory of Homo sapiens over the Neanderthals to the first starship to fly among the stars, the glory of the Golden Age, the appearance of the Emperor, the grandeur of the Great Crusade.
But these moments became stepping stones for him, subtle embellishments on his honor.

There is no honor in human history that can compare to his honor.
His achievements surpass everything in the material and immaterial universe,
He should step onto this ladder made up of humans and take the position that should belong to him.

After climbing up the stairs, Zhou Yun looked up and saw the magnificent golden throne at the end of the stairs.
The Emperor's remains have been removed, and this place was left to him voluntarily by Mankind, a legacy he had earned.
Fulgrim noticed that Guilliman was frozen in place, and sensed the ripples in his heart.
Finally, this is what you have longed for. Fulgrim eagerly entangled Guilliman's consciousness and stretched out his corrupted fangs towards him.
Yes, that's what you should do.

Come on, no one deserves it more than you.
But Fulgrim was too impatient.
If he had been a little more patient, he would have noticed that the emotion rising in the heart of this "Guilliman" was not excitement or honor.
Instead, he looked at the Golden Throne with horror, disgust, and fear, as if he was looking at the most painful torture device in the galaxy.
"Whoever wants to sit on this golden throne can sit here, don't f*cking look for me!"

Zhou Yun took a step back with deep disgust, and the illusion around him shattered like glass.
Hidden under the illusion, Fulgrim, who was entrenched beside Zhou Yun, also let out a sharp roar.

Intense pain was attacking his body.

Blood continued to flow from Fulgrim's snake eyes.

He saw in Guilliman, behind him
Behind him overlapped the blue, round figure, the unknown subspace being that had purged him of corruption.
In Fulgrim's eyes, Guilliman's skin peeled away like clay, revealing his true appearance.
That was a human with a short haircut, round face, and strong as a tiger.
"You are not Guilliman!" Fulgrim squirmed his huge body and retreated in fear.

He could feel the huge power squeezed in that figure's body.
This is the great demon that exists in the blue subspace. The power of the blue subspace is flowing through his body.
Fulgrim let out a sharp wail, trying to escape Zhou Yun's consciousness.
But he was too impatient and got into it too deep.

Zhou Yun looked at the terrified Fulgrim, at the demon primarch who looked like a mixture of worms, slugs, eels and snakes. The handsome face that was once sculpted by the Emperor's genetic technology had now been corroded by indulgence, drugs and decadence into an elongated, distorted, wrinkled and pale face hidden under skeletal white hair.

How can this look anything like the former Imperial Purple Phoenix?

Zhou Yun couldn't help but let out a sigh, and then couldn't help but say:

"Fugen, don't you recognize your uncle? I held you in my arms when you were a child!"

"Look at what you have become now. Uncle is really sad."

"I don't ask for anything. I just hope you don't play with the devil anymore and stop using those weird potions."

"Look at your cloaca, it's so big that it can fit into the Emperor's Vision. Also, don't mess with others in the warp. I saw in the prophecy that twenty-one of your brothers and your father's headshots were flying all over the warp. Who have you messed with again?"

"Your father washed the Crone Sword you stabbed yourself with and put it on your bed. Don't throw it around. Alas, during the ten thousand years since you fell into Chaos, this family has been in tatters. Your father was worried about you being bullied by Slaanesh and was so worried that he turned into a mummy."

"The blessing you received some time ago was actually given to you by your father through Slaanesh. He was afraid that you would not have enough food to eat in the warp. Alas, your father is a man with a sharp tongue but a soft heart."

"There will be a warp storm tomorrow, so don't mess around with demons. Look at your skinny neck, there are marks left by the Dark Prince's collar. You have sexual addiction attacks in the warp every day, and your brother Guilliman has been tortured by you to the point of mental breakdown."

"You were a very good kid, helping your father in the Great Crusade. How did you become like this now? Fulgrim, tell me, is it because you saw something bad in the Warp? Is it because of the Warp?"

As he spoke, Zhou Yun walked towards Fulgrim.

He felt that he was overlapping with the reflection of himself in the warp. It seemed that Fulgrim's invasion of his mind had awakened his instinctive protection of the warp nature.
Zhou Yun almost felt that his body was dissolving bit by bit, allowing his larger self to unfold bit by bit. He couldn't help but stretch out his round hand towards Fulgrim.

"Why don't you answer your uncle? Fulgrim? How did you become the Daemon Primarch of Slaanesh? The people of Chemos worked so hard to raise you, why did you want to become the Daemon Primarch of Slaanesh?"

Fulgrim had no idea what Zhou Yun was doing. He just stared in horror at the blue figure that was getting closer and closer to him. He curled up into a ball and shivered.

"It's all the Warp that harmed you. Your father will be burned to death on the Golden Throne in a few days. You will have some free time. Go back to the Terra Palace to see him. Don't let him be too sad. I will give you some more blessings. When the time comes, you can bring back some pure Phoenix Guards to make your father and uncle happy. Don't use them to mess with me again."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun extended his round hand towards Fulgrim.

Fulgrim let out a sharp explosion.

"Don't come over!!!"

(End of this chapter)