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

Chapter 394: Sorry, Your Majesty, I Mistakenly Thought You Had a Conscience Again
This is the truth. Zhou Yun really didn't expect that Nobita's shot would really break him to pieces.

He was just thinking about where to hit? If he hit the thigh, if it really caused damage and made the Blood God lame for a few days, he could also play the joke of the eldest brother being paralyzed and angry, and the second brother being angry and paralyzed.
I didn't expect that the Emperor would exert such great strength, and there happened to be a crack on Khorne's thigh left by Skarbrand.

Then he shot Khorne and crippled one of his legs. Now the eldest brother has the Golden Throne and the second brother has the Bronze Throne.

Moreover, Zhou Yun's shot brought him a lot of gains.
Although the bullet mainly transmitted the power of the Emperor's Corrosion and Destruction Domain, Zhou Yun also took the opportunity to transmit some of the power of the Greedy Dissolution Domain, gnawing on a part of Khorne's flesh and blood and transmitting it into his own four-dimensional pocket.
Of course, that flesh and blood was not real flesh and blood, but the emotions, concepts and tendencies that constituted Khorne, similar to the part of power that the Emperor cut off for Zhou Yun.
[Item: Fragment of Khorne/Heartless Killing Field]
[Origin: Subspace - the field of unintentional killing]
[Evaluation: The northwest realm of the Chaos Octagon was born from the impressions, anger, and hatred of war and killing among the common people. It is a touch of red joy before the fateful end of life. In the dark galaxy, there is only war, so many people believe that the meaning of the existence of this galaxy is fighting and killing. As long as the blood keeps flowing, nothing else matters. This fragment comes from Khorne, the occupant of the Careless Killing Realm.]
[Production time: ? ? ? ]
[Status: Fragments]
[Value: 888 yuan]
[Can be used to supplement children's behavior correction and re-education materials]
[Should we add children's behavior correction and re-education materials?]
The part Zhou Yun ate was not that much. He only ate the parts that were directly touched by the bullet.

This made Zhou Yun feel a little bit regretful. After all, the bullet was transformed from the old woman's sword.
Zhou Yun only had three crone swords, Inkani, Evelyne and Thousand Faces, and only three bullets.

The bullet now stuck in Khorne's thigh is obviously unlikely to be retrieved.

The Crone Sword was made from the finger bones of the Crone God of the Eldar. The Crone God was swallowed by Slaanesh when the Eldar fell.
More than ten thousand years have passed. If you want the Crone God, you can only pray for Slaanesh's indigestion or search Slaanesh's toilet.

The only way to replenish bullets is to use the other two crone swords.
A spear called Twilight Spear, currently in the hands of the Eldar Prince Yrel. This one is easier to get.

The fifth Crone Sword is currently in Slaanesh's chamber, so it is somewhat difficult to get it out.

Slaanesh's attitude towards Zhou Yun was relatively good;
After all, Zhou Yun had swallowed Inard now, and Xi Gaoqi used a spell to confuse the existence of Zhou Yun and Inard.

As long as Zhou Yun is alive, the Eldar God of Death Inad will never be born, which is equivalent to helping Slaanesh solve a major threat.

But the Crone Sword is Slaanesh's Achilles' heel after all. If Zhou Yun dies, the Eldar Death God will still have a chance to be born with five Crone Swords.

After all, the infinite circuit that gave birth to Inad and the Eldar souls within it still exist.

"That bullet is very useful."

The brown-haired boy seemed to see what Zhou Yun was thinking about, and took the initiative to speak:
"Moiraine-Haig's finger bones replaced one of Khorne's legs. Haha, this is a feat that even Asuryan could not imagine."

"This bullet can transmit the power of you and me, and Daxiong Damo's shooting skills are always accurate. Of course, we need to replenish ammunition."

"I will retrieve the remaining two Crone Swords."

This made Zhou Yun show a curious expression.
"What are you going to do?" Zhou Yun asked, "Directly charge into Slaanesh's bedroom?"

The Emperor is indeed very powerful, so powerful that he cannot lose to any evil god of the Warp.
Slaanesh is the weakest among the four gods. Excluding all external factors, Zhou Yun even thinks that the Emperor can beat Slaanesh so hard that he will never want to play Ace's love again.

But the Emperor never truly ascended, and he was not the Dark Lord who could end the entire universe.

If Slaanesh were hiding in his own chambers, in the deepest reaches of his domain, the Emperor would not be able to do anything to him.
Unless Slaanesh reveals his flaws.
For example, like Mortarion who took the initiative to open the gate of Nurgle's Garden during the Plague War, or like Khorne who inhabited Skarbrand's body this time.

But such an opportunity is rare. If the Emperor forcibly invades Slaanesh's chamber, it is likely that the other three gods will take advantage of the opportunity to invade.

"I plan to steal it." The brown-haired boy said calmly, "I have the best tools for thieves in the galaxy."

"He is good at hiding. Even the gods find it difficult to discover his existence. He is good at prophecy and can easily find the location of the Crone's Sword."

".But he also has a strong sense of justice." Zhou Yun looked at the brown-haired boy with an abstract expression: "You call my dear Batman the best thief's tool?"

"This is talent, not justice."

The brown-haired boy shook his head slightly and said as he walked to his workbench:
"And he's not Batman. I never modeled him after Batman."

As he spoke, he looked at the blind assassin chess piece on his workbench.

Zhou Yun clearly saw the assassin chess piece trembling, and vaguely heard the assassin chess piece's words.
The speech of the blind assassin chess piece was fragmented, as if he was just a mentally ill patient.

Zhou Yun also heard it in a daze, and roughly understood that the blind assassin chess piece was refuting the brown-haired boy.

The blind assassin was repeating "I am not a thief." "I am the Night Haunter." "Justice." "Terror, terror."

"Calm down, calm down." The brown-haired boy simply moved closer to the blind assassin and whispered in his ear, "This is for justice."

"You said you wanted to atone for your sins, didn't you? Sins should be punished, my child, and you have to atone for your sins with work."

As he spoke, the brown-haired boy lifted the rag covering the blind assassin's eyes and gently stroked them with his fingers. The blind assassin's eyes suddenly recovered and he could see again.
The assassin's screams were so clear that Zhou Yun could hear them. He covered his eyes and wailed and begged, begging the emperor to poke his eyes out again and not let him see.

"I beg you, Father!!!"

"Sorry, kid, it's necessary." The brown-haired boy just shook his head slightly, then threw the chess piece into the bronze river water, into the tide of the subspace, and no one knew where it was swept away.

"." Zhou Yun looked at the scene with a twitching face.

He took a deep breath, then said to the brown-haired boy: "You always break my fantasy with your actions when I just start to imagine that you have a conscience."

"This has nothing to do with conscience, it's just a necessity." The brown-haired boy shook his head slightly.

Then the brown-haired boy raised his eyes slightly and looked at Zhou Yun: "Or do you need me to call Koz back?"

"That's not necessary." Zhou Yun shrugged and said, "After all, he is indeed the most suitable person to take back the Crone's Sword."

"Then what was the purpose of your condemnation just now?" The brown-haired boy seemed a little speechless.

"First of all, he is not my son. Secondly, I just want to point fingers at you from a moral high ground. This will make me think that I have more conscience than you."

“It’s not worth being proud of having a better conscience than me.” The brown-haired boy reminded him. He had such a clear understanding of himself.

"So I said it was a misunderstanding." Zhou Yun waved his hand and said, he had a clear understanding of himself.

The brown-haired boy was silenced by Zhou Yun's words.

Even more silent than the brown-haired boy was the body of the silver-haired boy beside him.

The silver-haired boy closed his eyes tightly, but both the brown-haired boy and Zhou Yun could vaguely feel the contempt emanating from him.

".Ah." The brown-haired boy sighed softly, waved his hand and asked Zhou Yun: "How much can I sell the part I cut for you?"

"I'm sorry that I ate too fast just now. I can't taste the flavor. Please cut a little more for me." Zhou Yun patted the four-dimensional pocket on his stomach and said calmly.

"You think you don't want to? Cutting it out will relieve my own stress."

The brown-haired boy shook his head, his tone somewhat helpless:

"The more I cut you, the greater my resistance will be, and the harder it will be to maintain balance."

"Why? Do you also want me to stand up and completely destroy this universe?"

"Or do you think that after I destroy the world, I will create a new world for you in the Neos era, just like the medieval magical world far away?"

"I'm sorry, but this galaxy is not that kind yet. The symbol of the Dark Lord is only the end and death, not rebirth after destruction."

"Tsk." Zhou Yun couldn't help but let out a "tsk" sound when he saw that the Emperor couldn't drop any more gold coins.

But joking aside, Zhou Yun still told Him the price of the part cut out by the emperor.

"."

The brown-haired boy took a breath of cold air, but picked up the parchment on the table in disbelief.
The parchment scroll contained the price list of the future department store recorded by the corpse of the silver-haired boy.

The brown-haired boy looked at the items marked by Him as if to confirm.
The brown-haired boy and Zhou Yun believed that those props could definitely save the world.

The emperor cut off a part of himself in order to quantify how much supplies were needed to exchange for the props they needed.

"Swindler!!!"

"These capitalists are going too far!!!"

The brown-haired boy roared, and angrily threw the parchment scroll in his hand onto the table:
"The portion I cut out is only 1.3 billion?"

"You need three complete, upgraded versions of me to exchange for 800 lies?"

“Why don’t they just come and rob?”

"Swindlers!! A bunch of scammers!!"

(End of this chapter)