Hyperion, but in Warhammer 40K

As he spoke, Zhou Ye had already tied the Raven Guard to the operating table, and then began to calculate how many wet parts to keep for him.

"I……"

"Child, do you not desire glory? The glory of banishing Fulgrim and destroying the greenskin battle moon."

"Forehead……"

"Don't worry, my plan is perfect. Besides, that thing can't hold you in. You can break free at any time if you want. And with your recovery ability, you will soon return to normal. However, the price of doing so is that the original mutation will continue. Okay... I need to give you anesthesia. Wait, I don't have any anesthetic prepared. Forget it, I'll just use physical paralysis."

After saying that, Zhou Ye punched the Raven Guard and knocked him unconscious. Then, like a psychopathic killer, he sawed off the Raven Guard's limbs and stuffed them into the Dreadnought.

soon……

"Look, this is great, isn't it? As long as there's nothing wrong with the sarcophagus, you can stay here forever. And you're now the most perfectly preserved Dreadnought in our chapter."

Looking at the Raven Guard before him, Zhou Ye nodded in satisfaction. After all, because they were worried about being exposed, the other three Dreadnoughts had similar tissues. They only had brains, spines, hearts, and not much gene-seed left.

Rilano's body was relatively intact, but only the part above the heart was left, and his skull was shattered, but it was still acceptable.

As for this one who was the most complete, he was just cut into human sticks by him.

Zhou Ye felt that he was a bit of a beast, but it was not a big problem. Of course, if the Crow Group heard that he had such a fearless person, they would probably try their best to find a way to exchange him.

"..."

Looking at his own fearless form, the Raven Guard felt a little numb. But soon, a wave of drowsiness from his soul overtook him, and he too fell into a deep sleep. He had fought those orcs in the Battle Moon for countless years, and now his body's mutations had been suppressed.

Now he only felt a kind of relaxation that came from his soul, and then he fell asleep in front of Zhou Ye.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Seeing this, Zhou Ye shrugged helplessly. He was very satisfied with his own wisdom. At the same time, he provided physical and mental treatment to Super Raven Guard and Asmodai, and he was very satisfied with it.

"Pull it down, we have one more fearless one."

Looking at the Raven Guard being pushed down by the armed puppet, Zhou Ye nodded in satisfaction. He could see that this Raven Guard was exhausted from the soul, now somewhat of a demon with a body. His lifespan wasn't a problem, but he had been fighting for too long. Although the speed of time in the Warp meant that he couldn't have truly lived for ten thousand years, it was at least a thousand years.

"All that remains is to clean up the mess inside the wrecked spaceship and then gradually separate the materials within. This will probably take several years, but regardless, it's a great victory for the Merchant Scraps to have obtained this plan."

Looking at the merchant documents in his hand, Zhou Ye said very proudly. Anyone who dares to say that his plan did not succeed can ask himself whether he has obtained the merchant documents he wanted to obtain.

"Next, I need to change my signature. Who should I use? Guilliman won't do, it'll be a rip-off, and neither will the Lion King... Should I use Sanguinius? But that guy isn't completely dead either. Oh, and why do I have to use those Primarchs? I'll just use Remont Icefang. He's in the Space Wolves now. And even if the Wolves knew, they'd just accept it."

Thinking of this, Zhou Ye decisively signed Raymond Bingya's name, and a business document with a history of ten thousand years was completed. Afterwards, Zhou Ye also returned to New Tilias and began to process and dismantle the space wreck.

As for the so-called chicken thieves, Slaanesh demons and greenskins inside, they were no match for him. Anyway, he had already dealt with the most dangerous ones, so all that remained was the harvest.

After finishing these things this time, my strength will be greatly improved again.

……

Just as Zhou Ye was happily counting his harvest, above the starry sky of Quint's nest city on the other side.

"Where's the Primarch? Where are they?"

Chris, now a bit bewildered, said as the space hulk was sucked back into the warp. He now knew what the so-called artifact was: the piercing sword in Fulgrim's hand.

It was just that the thing had been destroyed by that master. Although he had recovered most of the fragments, he still left him a piece. Now that he had this fragment, he could be proud of himself among his colleagues. Did the Iron Hand have this thing?

But the problem now is that along with the disappearance of the space hulk, the Primarch also disappeared, and now only the empty starry sky is left.

Now he no longer thought about Father 010 Omega. After all, it was obvious that the man was acting together with this Primarch.

"Go find the Weeper!!!"

So at this time, Chris quickly found the target.

95

Chapter 95: Rogal Dorn's darkest day.

At this moment, there was a lot of noise on the warship of the Weepers.

Those people had already been checked, and the method was simple and crude. They were all infected with a small amount of imaginary energy. The corrupted could not be infected, and the psychics were also difficult to be infected.

Zhou Ye didn't even bother with these two. He didn't even equip his legion with psychics. Instead, he equipped them with anti-psychic equipment, the Valkyrie Judas (a modified version). When they encountered psychic units, they could just throw them at them and finish them off. When the future destiny was released, we could definitely see the clash of imaginary numbers and psychics.

Therefore, Zhou Ye directly gave these civilians access to the armed puppets, allowing them to use both imaginary energy and collapse energy to wash them once each. This investment, which consumes very little imaginary energy but can greatly improve stability, is necessary.

It would be almost impossible for the four vendors to corrupt them in the future. After all, in Warhammer, it was very rare for someone to receive a large amount of evil power at once, and most of the time they would turn into a Chaos Spawn.

Therefore, Zhou Ye first tossed their capacity. Those forced to corrupt by the evil gods would most likely become Chaos Spawns. Those with large capacity could be directly recruited and transformed into qualified Astartes.

There was no reason not to do this kind of thing that wouldn't lose money. Although Zhou Ye felt that forcibly polluting people was not a good idea, this was Warhammer 40K.

Zhou Ye would say that the Imperial Truth was also a piece of toilet paper, because no one except Fabius Bile could believe it. Later, after being possessed by the Emperor, Guilliman no longer believed it. After all, the Warp and demons objectively existed and could not be ignored.

Now these civilians have been temporarily settled, and when they return, they will all be taken to New Tilias to enjoy the 996 blessing arranged by Zhou Ye. The treatment is also good, with food, drink and byproducts all available, but there is no salary, only contribution is required.

After all, Zhou Ye has not sent out any supplies so far, and he does not have any currency system.

Of course, the survivors at this time didn't know much, they only knew that these angels were extremely kind. Looking at the food given to them, there was actually a fruit called cherry that they had never seen before.

Although only one person could eat it, it was enough to cheer them up.

"All of this is bestowed by the Divine Emperor, so please praise the Divine Emperor!!!"

At this time, the Weeper Priest was also preaching loudly among a group of refugees. He was one of the few survivors, but like the terrifying inner circle of the Dark Angels, he did not have any strange trigger points.

At this moment, he truly admired that gentleman. He was truly a role model for those of us who were mourning. Not only did he save people from suffering, but he also never asked for thanks.

He had originally been discussing with the Macragge-born Word Bearers of the Ultramarines about including him in future tributes to the God-Emperor, but he had been sternly rejected by the latter. Such a loyal man, surprisingly, refused even such an honor.

He really...

The pastor was also very moved by this. Such people are very rare, so let's all praise the God-Emperor together.

Of course, Zhou Ye wasn't afraid that the Divine Emperor would come looking for him, because he had too many followers in the entire human empire. And his own number was too small, just a grain of sand on a planet with millions of people.

More importantly, Huangpi hadn't yet become the true Fifth Evil God, so his use of this aspect was far inferior to those of the Evil Gods. In other words, among a sea of bright bulbs, his own little light was completely inconspicuous.

Anyway, if you expect him to find it through the method of the evil god of the subspace, it would be simpler to use the method of the physical universe.

……

On the other side, a group of Weepers were changing the paint job of Asloth.

"Wow, sir, you can't do this..."

But at that moment, the huge Holy Despiser Dreadnought was huddled in a corner, like an abandoned stray cat. It was so sad to hear that, but now that I had my livery returned, I finally felt a little happier.

"Elder, this is Malakin, Chapter Master of our Weepers."

At this time, Mario was also introducing his own chapter leader to Aslot, but at this time the chapter leader was like a dwarf in front of him.

Of course, the latter was more reserved, as he had not yet become familiar with this fearless elder.

"Wuwuwu... Go find Father Beta and have him perform a Primaris operation on you. Wuwuwu, my lord..."

"..."

Seeing Wudang's low spirits, Malakin felt a drop of sweat on his forehead. But then he looked at his former sergeant, now the company commander, and nodded. During the battle, he also realized that his combat effectiveness had widened significantly compared to that of his fellow sergeant.

Anyway, the Lamenters were so miserable that every time they were fully staffed, they would soon face another near-annihilation. Therefore, they didn't have any special traditions and were very accepting of Primaris surgery.

But at this moment...

"The Ultramarines, Flesh Tearers, Inquisitors, and Black Templars have all sent invitations to visit. They have something to ask you."

"Where's the Dark Angel?"

Mario was a little confused when he heard this. Shouldn't they all be here? But where were the Dark Angels? Why were they gone?

It is said that during this battle, the Dark Angels seemed to have disappeared, and he did not see those dark green figures at all.

"They left at the speed of light after picking up the person. No one knows what they were thinking. But it's a good thing they left. They have too many secrets."

The new recruit who was in charge of delivering the message, of course, was already a veteran after experiencing such a battle, and he shrugged indifferently. Keeping a certain distance from the group was the unspoken rule for everyone.

So it’s better to leave, I’m just afraid they will mess up the job.

"By the way, why don't you go find that adult? Why are you looking for us?"

"That master has already left. They couldn't find him, so they had no choice but to come to us."

"!!!"

Mario was horrified upon hearing this, while Malakin was completely bewildered. He was completely unfamiliar with the subject. Did the Primarch have no name? Why was he addressed as "Sir"?

"Oh, let's go."

Mario, looking at the message his signalman had received, went over anyway. Malakin was clueless, so he, the company commander, had to do it for them. He also had someone take them for a Primaris surgery and then a shower.

Zhou Ye has a special rule that Space Marines must take a shower after finishing a war.

As for the reason...

The last time he performed Primaris surgery on these Weepers, the smell of removing the power armor nearly made him vomit. Although Nurgle was disgusting, Zhou Ye was wearing armor and had his internal circulation system activated, so he didn't smell the disgusting smell of Nurgle at all.

In other words, it wasn't Nurgle that broke his defense, but this group of Space Marines completely broke his defense. So from then on, he issued a new rule: after a battle or training, if conditions permit, you must take a shower.

Anyway, he had equipped all his warships with advanced purification and circulation systems to recycle water resources. If that wasn't enough, he also had a small material converter. Converting stone into ceramic steel was a piece of cake, and converting it into water shouldn't be a problem.

"Elder, please stop crying."

Looking at the fearless despiser hiding in the corner in front of him, Mario could only bite the bullet and speak.

So when Mala Jinqu was finishing his personal affairs, Mario also came to the battleship's lobby. At this time, a group of people looked at the battleship with amazement.

Because it is so new, and the interior decoration is also relatively clean. There is no heavy oil Gothic style, it is obviously a brand new battleship.

The Flesh Tearers, also a descendant of the Blood Angels, were envious of the Weepers' ability to cling to such a powerful figure. Looking at the vast array of brand new equipment, it blinded their eyes.

but……

"I hope you can return to Baal with me, Elder. There are several of your comrades there."

Looking at Mario and the Contemptor Dreadnought behind him, Seth spoke righteously. The Blood Angels still had several thousand-year-old Holy Dreadnoughts, but although those Dreadnoughts had seen Sanguinius himself, they were still new recruits.

This person was a true Sanguinary Guardian, and Seth had confirmed his identity with his own think tank. He was an ancient and great Sanguinary Guardian who happened to be stationed with Horus. The fact that he had managed to escape the rebellion was quite impressive.

If such an elder returns to Baal, all the Blood Angels will be required to pay homage. He will become the soul of the chapter, just like Bjorn of the Wolf Pack.

"My sins have not yet been redeemed, and I still have a more important mission!!!"

boom! ! !

Without giving Seth a chance to continue explaining, Aslot picked up a large box and smashed it in front of him.

"?"

"This is the potion that the master prepared before. He made a total of 100,000 doses. If it's not enough, I'll ask him to prepare a few more. We caught a lot of blasphemous things last time, so we should be able to squeeze out tens of thousands more."

These were all made by Zhou Ye, after he had molded them. He didn't know the effects, as the Weeper was fine. He had neither Black Rage nor Blood Thirst, so Zhou Ye had no way to confirm their effectiveness through experiments.

So he simply used the All Things Printer to produce 100,000 copies, even forcing a Plague Messenger to explode. He figured it would be better to be more prepared.

"..."

After seeing this thing, Seth's mouth twitched.

"And you sons of Guilliman and Dorn, they are all in much the same situation."

Looking at the Ultramarines and Black Templars who were hesitant to speak, Asloth immediately added.

This was like a bucket of cold water poured over the group of people, and they instantly became much more obedient, but...

"Elder, could you please help me contact Yuan..."

At this point, Black Templar Marshal Giovanni stood up, daring not to disrespect the old Dreadnought. But there was a more important matter at hand, and that was the suffering of the entire Imperial Fist faction.

That's their genetic defect, leaving them missing two organs. One of them wouldn't be a problem, but the Sus-An meninges are the most devastating. This often leads to many unnecessary casualties in the Imperial Fists. So, after seeing those Ten Thousand Years Imperial Fists, it wasn't all about honor; there were other equally important reasons.

These two organs were surgically reduced under Rogal Dorn's orders to rapidly increase the number of troops. After all, with the intensity of the war during the Horus Heresy, faking death was out of the question. It was better to die directly than to be captured or become a burden.

There was nothing wrong with Rogal Dorn's order at the time, but who could have imagined that it would harm the Imperial Fists thousands of years later? Although they nominally claimed that it was the Primarch's sacred order, they were not fools.

The Ultramarines all shunned the Codex Astartes, so naturally they were no different. Their stubbornness was merely a helpless act, their bodies were honest. So naturally, they hoped to restore Sus-An's meninges, and now they finally had that opportunity.

"Let me explain this. That lord had anticipated this situation. So this is what he wants to hand over to you: a total of thirty Imperial Fists gene seeds."

Hearing this, the pharmacist beside Mario also came over with a large number of containers loaded with gene seeds. This thing was not of much value to him. More importantly, he still hoped that the Empire could withstand the chaos for a while so that he could continue to develop secretly.

He knew he would be discovered sooner or later, but the later the better. So Zhou Ye didn't mind strengthening the empire, and naturally, he generously rubbed a hundred of them and threw them in front of a few people.

Of course, this was also spiced up, not with imaginary energy. Rather, it had some strange little condiments, like Rogal Dorn carrying the Emperor on his back. He held a shovel and a bucket filled with Sanguinius sauce. Then, the Masonic Lord was reduced to dust before him, and finally, the man finally arrived on Terra, kicked open the gate, and went to settle accounts with Horus.