You, Sanguinius?

In the ruined district of Fortia City, the capital of the Stygian System.

Zhou Yun's head emerged from the Anywhere Portal, cautiously surveying the ruined district.

Fortia City was ancient, its founding dating back to the Dark Age before the Emperor began the Great Crusade.

Throughout its long history, many districts had been abandoned, buried, and forgotten.

Many mutants, psykers, and heretics, unwelcome by the Imperium, would quietly hide in these buried districts, concealed in the darkness.

Even so, scavengers like Zhou Yun would still risk entering these ruined districts.

After all, there was a high chance some valuable items were buried there. If they were lucky, they might even find ancient technological creations.

That would be a huge fortune—provided the person who found it didn't lose their life in the process.

Zhou Yun scanned the area, seeing only the crimson twin suns casting radiation-toxic sunlight through the cracked dome, illuminating the collapsed buildings and abandoned machinery within the ruined city, and making the half-man-tall, thick pipes between the rubble faintly visible.

Noticing these pipes, Zhou Yun's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Are those Promethium Pipes? Could this be an abandoned old Promethium plant?"

After confirming there was no immediate danger, Zhou Yun crawled out of the Anywhere Portal, removed the golden ring from the wall, and stuffed it into the white pocket on his stomach.

The ring, a full meter in diameter, was crammed into the palm-sized white pocket by Zhou Yun.

He stepped on the rubble and walked to the nearest section of abandoned pipe.

This pipe was half-buried in the ruins, its surface steel plate covered in powdery crimson rust.

However, the Aquila symbol and the Flax family crest could still be vaguely discerned on it.

The presence of the Imperium and the Governor's crest indicated that this pipe was likely a product of the post-Great Crusade era.

Judging by the corrosion of its casing alone, it had probably been buried for two to three hundred years.

Zhou Yun hugged the pipe with his arms and brought the white pocket on his stomach closer.

This pipe, two meters tall and five to six meters long, was stuffed into the white pocket on his stomach as if it were liquid.

[Item Name: Promethium Transport Pipe]
[Origin: Shield of Hades System - Planet Asphodel - Mechanicus Spire]
[Evaluation: Promethium is the blood of the Hive City; this is a vein.]
[Production Date: 705.M41]
[Condition: Severely Damaged]
[Value: 500 Yuan]

"It really is a Promethium Pipe, but it's too badly damaged."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but shake his head. This section of pipe was only worth 500 Yuan, still far from enough to buy an Anywhere Door.

The thought of the price of an Anywhere Door in the "Future Department Store" gave Zhou Yun a slight stomachache.

If he didn't save more money to buy the Anywhere Door soon, he would have to offer his biomass to the Great Devourer along with planet Asphodel.

In his past life, Zhou Yun was a novice Warhammer fan living in the Third Millennium of Humanity's Age of Peace.

He had just gotten into Warhammer and bought the Leviathan Box. Before he could even open it, he had transmigrated to this planet, Asphodel.

The Imperium of Man, Shield of Hades System, Civilized World Asphodel.

The planet's governor, Augustus Flax, was like a reincarnation of Emperor Wanli of the Ming Dynasty. In this 41st millennium of humanity, he was experimenting with anarchism, maintaining a consistently lazy attitude towards planetary management.

This had led to terrible internal security on the planet, with all sorts of chaotic gangs running rampant.

But transmigrating to this world, Zhou Yun was even a little fortunate.

Compared to true Hive City worlds, death worlds, or even forge worlds, Asphodel, despite its two toxic suns, was generally habitable. The average lifespan was nearing thirty, comparable to Macragge.

If he was lucky enough, Zhou Yun might even live out a relatively peaceful life.

However, upon learning the time period he had transmigrated to, Zhou Yun could no longer be happy.

By the grace of the Four-Armed Emperor, it was now the late 990s of the 41st millennium.

Soon, in 999.M41, the Leviathan Hive Fleet under the Great Devourer would visit.

The true target of the Leviathan Hive Fleet was the Blood Angels' homeworld, Baal, and the Stygian System happened to be on its path.

In the near future, the Astra Militarum, Adepta Sororitas, Blood Angels, Tyranids, and even the Necrons and their Star Gods would cultivate this land of Asphodel, ultimately burning the entire system to ashes.

If Zhou Yun didn't want to be one of the unfortunate dead in this brutal war, his only option was—

The Fourth-Dimensional Pocket on his stomach, Doraemon's Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.

Good news: Zhou Yun transmigrated with a golden finger.

Bad news: This cheat was paid.

Just like in the anime, those impossibly powerful items that defied physical laws and could even create universes had to be rented or purchased from the Future Department Store.

Zhou Yun could exchange items from the real universe for currency to buy or rent these items.

However, if the Phone Booth, Time Machine, Tomorrow Notebook, Demon Passport...

These most magical items, with their exorbitant prices, made Zhou Yun feel utterly out of reach.

He could only turn his attention to the cheaper items, those that could help him escape, like the Anywhere Portal.

[Item Name: Anywhere Portal]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth - Future Department Store]
[Rating: The first and most famous secret item, please do not use it while girls are bathing.]
[Production Time: 231.M3]
[Function: As the user holds the doorknob, they think of the place they want to go, and the other side of the door will connect the two locations. Once opened, one can travel between the two places to the destination.]
[Value: 11,650,000 Yuan]

Eleven million six hundred fifty thousand. Zhou Yun would have to haul tens of thousands of Promethium Transport Pipes to scrape that together.

Right now, Zhou Yun only had a little over fifty thousand yuan in his pocket, a far cry from the price.

The road of scavenging is long and endless, Zhou Yun sighed inwardly.

He shook his head and continued to dig out a pile of discarded machinery from the surrounding rubble for recycling.

Only the large, high-value machines were recycled by Zhou Yun into currency for his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.

The smaller machines, Zhou Yun planned to take back to the Hive City to sell.

The threats he faced were not only the future Tyranids, the mutants in the sewers, the gangs within the city, but also the ever-present hunger and poverty.

Of course, there was also Chaos, which could appear at any moment.

In his past life, Zhou Yun was a Tyranid enthusiast. The only armies he played with were Tyranids and World Eaters.

Mainly because the World Eaters were cheap to start with; one Christmas box and one patrol box were enough to get into the hobby. He chose Chaos for the sake of his wallet.

As such, it was hard to say how much faith Zhou Yun had in the Emperor, nor did he have much resistance to Chaos corruption.

Sometimes, Zhou Yun even felt that he might have already been corrupted by Chaos.

"Friend, there is danger ahead."

A noble, gentle voice, full of divinity and warmth, echoed in Zhou Yun's mind.

The voice was so moving that Zhou Yun couldn't help but feel a sense of trust.

His vision then lit up with a soft white light, and within the light, a hazy figure with wings appeared.

"Please believe me, I promise you as Sanguinius, Lord of Baal, that there is indeed danger ahead."

The wings behind the figure slowly unfurled, pure white feathers gently falling. The divine voice emanated from the soft white light, the Warp effects were truly top-notch.

"..." Seeing the figure, clearly from the Warp, appear before him once again, Zhou Yun couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"..." The divine figure in the white light also fell silent for a moment: "I am truly Sanguinius."

"Then I must be Roboute Guilliman, Lord of Ultramar."