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

Chapter 331 I’ll beat you up if you don’t drink it all!!
No wonder I felt an inexplicable sense of danger when I entered this command room, even more so than when I faced Nurgle directly.
The Imperial Codex that replaced the Codex Astartes?!

Roboute Guilliman destroyed nine Astartes Legions with just one copy of the Codex Astartes, achieving something that neither Horus nor the entire Chaos had accomplished.
If he were to write a book called "Imperial Bible", wouldn't the entire galaxy be set on fire?

What was even more terrifying was that Zhou Yun glanced at the outline that Guilliman had already written, which described the political form that Guilliman envisioned for the entire empire.
He planned a rational administrative system in which every human being was a screw or gear on a government assembly line. Personal likes and dislikes, fatigue, and even sudden death could not affect the entire system.
This administrative system, this administrative assembly line even included Guilliman, Sanguinius and Zhou Yun himself.
Zhou Yun looked around and finally made out the words between the lines. The two words written all over the book were "overtime"!
If Guilliman really completes this system, Zhou Yun and Sanguinius will have to work overtime.
What a close call! What a close call! Fortunately, we found it in time!
Zhou Yun tore the document into pieces without hesitation and stuffed them into his pocket.
"I just found this document's body to be one of the things I need."

Guilliman opened his mouth slightly, stretched out his ruling hand in mid-air and froze.

Zhou Yun even felt a little sorry for his expression.

After all, it was extremely difficult for Guilliman to read and write while wearing the Armor of Destiny, and he had to rely on the assistance of the Chapter's servants for his daily work.
These drafts were obviously written by Guilliman with great effort and overcoming many difficulties.

But Zhou Yun thought again, if it weren't for the Armor of Destiny, with Guilliman's efficiency, he might have almost finished the Imperial Codex.

Suddenly, Zhou Yun could not help but feel sincere admiration for the great sage Belisarius Cawl who designed this set of power armor.

It was because the Great Sage did not design auxiliary mechanical arms for this power armor that Guilliman's dangerous behavior was curbed.
A great sage is virtuous, and indeed, the great sage should have the surname Dora!
Guilliman sighed, and quickly recovered.

"Digris told me that you traveled to the Warp, to the realm of the Plague God?"

Guilliman quickly assumed a working posture and asked Zhou Yun.

"Yes, I need something now. If successful, it should be able to make Nurgle fall to our side." Zhou Yun nodded.

Although he had some concerns about cooperating with the gods of the Warp, Guilliman still nodded.
"what do you need?"

Guilliman was even prepared for Zhou Yun to need something profane, dangerous, and horrific.

"I need minced meat, pickled yellow radish, salted fish, jam, dried fish, mochi, instant coffee, cicada shells and wooden clogs."

Zhou Yun said to Guilliman seriously.

"." Guilliman was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a tense face: "Welcome to Robert's Store, it's a pleasure to serve you."

In the Nurgle Garden, the loving father looked at Zhou Yun with curiosity as he walked out of a red and pink wooden door, holding a pile of groceries from the material world.

Zhou Yun kicked the iron pot from the material universe into the subspace. Under Nurgle's interested eyes, he watched Zhou Yun set up the iron pot in Nurgle's garden.
In order to cooperate with Zhou Yun, Nurgle specially controlled the power of Nurgle Garden to prevent it from interfering with Zhou Yun's cooking of a good pot of soup.

"What is this?" Nurgle watched Zhou Yun stuff some papers under the pot.

“This is a dangerous roll of toilet paper.”

Zhou Yun took out Fat Tiger's bat and lit the papers on fire, while saying seriously:

"Its previous volume destroyed nine Astartes Legions, and this one has the potential to set the entire galaxy ablaze."

"It's just right for fueling the soup pot."

Using the Ruhnama, oh no, the Imperial Codex, which Guilliman had painstakingly created, as fuel, Zhou Yun placed the materials in his hand next to the iron pot, looked at Nurgle and said:

"Now, I will present the framework of the numerology system."

"Ground meat, pickled yellow radish, salted fish, jam, dried fish, mochi, instant coffee, cicada shells and wooden clogs are the nine things from the material universe as the basis."

"Nine is the sacred number of the Lord of Change. It is a symbol of all possibilities and can bring us new changes."

Although Nurgle felt a little uneasy when he heard Tzeentch's Holy Numbers, he still nodded slightly and let Zhou Yun operate.

Tzeentch, who was secretly watching this scene, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
This fat man was actually fooled by this little trick. His holy number is nine, but the premise of the effect of the holy number is that he is willing to exert his strength.
What is numerology? It's better to believe in Him than to believe in this stuff————Huh?

Tzeentch blinked in confusion. He noticed that after Zhou Yun put the nine ingredients into the pot one by one, it seemed to have produced some indescribable effect, causing a slight ripple in the warp space.
"Then we will pour the water in seven times. This is your sacred number and is the best number to use when making soup."

Zhou Yun continued, and then began to pour water into the soup pot seven times. The water quickly began to boil and bubble in the pot, and the nine ingredients continued to roll in the soup pot.

Nurgle could vaguely smell a certain smell escaping from the soup pot, which was constantly flowing and changing, disturbing the subspace structure that constituted Nurgle's garden.
He blinked in confusion. Although Zhou Yun used his holy numbers, Nurgle knew that he had not participated in Zhou Yun's soup cooking.
As for the materials in Zhou Yun's soup pot, there is no doubt that these are all pure material products that are almost groceries or even garbage, but they have actually caused the fluctuations of the Supreme Heaven.
"Next, I will stir it twenty-two times. This is my sacred number, symbolizing the power I have gained from the three levels of malicious art, corrosive destruction, and greedy dissolution."

Zhou Yun used a spoon to stir the soup pot carefully twenty-two times, until everything in the pot almost merged into one ball.
Then Zhou Yun covered the soup pot and let it boil.

"Are you going to compete for the fifth spot?"

While the soup was cooking, Nurgle lowered his body and asked Zhou Yun:

"I am not too happy to see the fifth one being born. The fifth position is cursed."

"All that's accumulated there is self-destructive emotion. No one who goes up there will have a good ending."

"But if you want to compete with little Vashtol for the sixth place, I want to support you. Vashtol is too indifferent to life."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun showed a little curiosity.

"Can we skip the fifth one and directly give birth to the sixth Warp God?"

With his understanding of the subspace and the awakening of his own nature, Zhou Yun roughly knew that the gods in the subspace had a specific order.
The four realms of Corruption, Hellstorm, Mindless Slaughter, and Ecstasy Perception have all been assigned their masters in order.

The erosion and destruction, or the domain of the Dark Lord, was mostly occupied by the Emperor, but was stuck on the eve of ascension.
Following the erosion and destruction comes the vicious art, which belongs to the domain of Vashtor and Zhou Yun.

After that, greed dissolved and twisted endlessly, and I didn’t know which was the seventh and which was the eighth.

"Little Vashtor always thinks it's possible."

Nurgle moved his body and said:

“Even if it doesn’t work, at least we can become a cursed person in a similar state to the current state, a state that is infinitely close to ascension but has not yet ascended.”

"To some extent, the Great Devourer is also close to this state, so I don't recommend you to compete with the Great Devourer in this field. Unless He takes the initiative to give up everything, it will be difficult for you to succeed."

"But you have an advantage in the sixth position. The curiosity and innovation represented by Vashtor have won the support of Tzeentch. He himself was born in a fierce arms race and can promote the intensity of the war, thus gaining the support of Khorne."

Nurgle told Zhou Yun about the situation in the warp like an earnest mentor and elder:
"But I said I don't like him, and I'm afraid that little Slaanesh doesn't want to see your fall, and I guess the Lord of Mankind is on your side too, right?"

"Even if the Lord of Mankind is restrained, it's at least two against two. I can hold back Tzeentch, and Little Slaanesh can hold back Khorne. You and Vashtor can fight it out fairly."

Zhou Yun hesitated and did not answer Nurgle rashly.

People often think that Nurgle is simple, but in fact, Nurgle is also good at scheming and deception.
But unlike Tzeentch, Nurgle is better at planting seeds and waiting for them to sprout.

Zhou Yun was unable to judge Nurgle's intention behind these words. Even if he intended to believe them, he would at least have to make a decision after checking the right and wrong judgment machine.

"It's okay, it's okay. Patience is a good thing." Nurgle held his belly and laughed, "The throne of the High Heaven will naturally have its owner. As long as you wait patiently, someone will sit on it."

"But the fifth one is not good. Don't ever try to sit on it. No matter how Slaanesh persuades you, don't sit on it. Even if the Lord of Mankind persuades you, don't sit on it. That position is cursed!"

Zhou Yun nodded slightly and was about to speak when he saw the soup pot he was cooking began to bubble.
Peng! ! !
There was a powerful popping sound, and a burst of dark steam suddenly flipped over the lid of the pot.

The thick black soup was boiling in the pot. Wooden clogs, salted fish and dried radish were suspended in the soup in a fearless manner. The other ingredients had disappeared.
Then, several bubbles burst out of the soup, and instantly, a suspicious smell filled the entire Nurgle Garden, rushing towards Zhou Yun, his father, and the surrounding Nurgle demons.
"I'll beat you up if you don't drink it all!!!"

This violent declaration seemed to reach their ears.

(End of this chapter)