You, Sanguinius?

In Fortia City, on planet Asphodel, the capital of the Stygian System, within a derelict district.

Zhou Yun stuck his head out through the Ring of Passage and cautiously surveyed the abandoned district.

Fortia City had a long history; its founding dated back to the Dark Age, before the Emperor had begun the Great Crusade.

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

Many mutants, psykers, and cultists not tolerated by the Imperium would secretly hide in these buried districts, lurking in the darkness.

Even so, scavengers like Zhou Yun still risked entering these abandoned districts.

After all, there could be valuable things buried here. With enough luck, they might even find some ancient technological creations.

That would mean striking it rich—provided the person who dug them up did not lose their life in the process.

At a glance, Zhou Yun saw only the crimson twin suns pouring toxic, radiation-laced sunlight through the cracked dome, illuminating the collapsed buildings and discarded machinery of this ruined city. It also made the thick, waist-high pipes between the rubble appear and disappear from view.

Noticing those pipes, Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow.

"Promethium Pipes? Could this be an abandoned old promethium plant?"

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

The ring, a full meter in diameter, vanished into that palm-sized white pocket.

Stepping over the rubble, he walked over to the nearest section of abandoned pipe.

The pipe was half-buried in the ruins, its steel plating covered in powdery crimson rust.

Yet he could still vaguely make out the Aquila emblem and the crest of the Governor Flax family.

The Imperial and Governor's symbols indicated that this pipe had been made after the Great Crusade.

Judging from the corrosion on its outer shell, it had probably only been buried for two or three centuries.

Zhou Yun wrapped his arms around the pipe and brought the white pocket on his stomach close to it.

The pipe, over two meters tall and five or six meters long, was stuffed into the white pocket on his stomach as though it were liquid.

[Item Name: Promethium Transport Pipe]

[Origin: Shield of Hades System - planet Asphodel - Mechanicus Spire]

[Description: Promethium is the blood of a hive city. This is a blood vessel.]

[Production Date: 705.M41]

[Condition: Severely damaged]

[Value: 500 yuan]

"So it really is a Promethium Pipe. Too bad it's damaged beyond repair."

Zhou Yun could not help shaking his head. This section of pipe was worth only 500 yuan, nowhere near enough to buy an Anywhere Door.

Whenever he thought of the Anywhere Door's price in the Future Department Store, Zhou Yun felt a faint ache in his stomach.

If he did not save enough money to buy the Anywhere Door soon, he would have to offer up biomass to The Great Devourer along with planet Asphodel.

In his previous life, Zhou Yun had been a newbie 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 planet Asphodel.

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

The planet's governor, Augustus Flax, was practically Emperor Wanli reborn. In the forty-first millennium of humanity, he was experimenting with anarchism and maintained a steadfastly apathetic attitude toward governing the planet.

As a result, the planet's internal security was a complete mess, with all sorts of gangs and organizations running rampant.

Yet after transmigrating into this world, Zhou Yun even felt a little fortunate.

Compared to actual hive worlds, death worlds, or even forge worlds, planet Asphodel was still fairly habitable despite having two toxic stars. Its average life expectancy was nearly thirty, almost enough to rival Macragge.

If he was lucky enough, Zhou Yun might even live out his not-so-long life in peace.

But after learning the point in time he had transmigrated to, Zhou Yun could no longer laugh.

By the Four-Armed Emperor, it was already the late 990s of humanity's forty-first millennium.

In the nearby year of 999.M41, The Great Devourer's Leviathan Hive Fleet would arrive here.

The Leviathan Hive Fleet's true target was Baal, homeworld of the Blood Angels, and the Stygian System happened to lie directly in its path.

In the near future, the Astra Militarum, Adepta Sororitas, Blood Angels, Tyranids, and even the Necrons and their C'tan Pokémon would painstakingly cultivate this land on planet Asphodel, eventually burning the entire system into a lifeless wasteland.

If Zhou Yun did not want to become one of the unlucky dead in that brutal war, his only option was—

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

The good news was that Zhou Yun had transmigrated with a cheat.

The bad news was that the cheat required payment.

Just like in the anime, those miraculous gadgets that defied physical laws and could even create universes had to be rented or bought from the Future Department Store.

Zhou Yun could exchange items from the real universe for currency, then use it to buy or rent gadgets.

But things like the Phone Booth, Time Machine, Tomorrow Notebook, and Demon Passport—

The prices of those most miraculous gadgets were so high that Zhou Yun could only look up at them in despair.

He could only set his sights on cheaper gadgets that could help him run away, such as the Anywhere Door.

[Item Name: Anywhere Door]

[Origin: 22nd Century Earth -- Future Department Store]

[Description: The first and most famous secret gadget. Please do not use it while girls are bathing.]

[Production Date: 231.M3]

[Function: While holding the doorknob, the user thinks of the place they wish to go. The other side of the door will connect the two locations. Once opened, they can cross directly to their destination.]

[Value: 11,650,000 yuan]

Eleven million, six hundred and fifty thousand. Zhou Yun would have to haul tens of thousands of Promethium Transport Pipes to earn that much.

He only had a little over fifty thousand yuan in his pocket right now. He was still far, far short.

The road of scavenging is truly endless, Zhou Yun silently lamented.

Shaking his head, he continued digging through the surrounding rubble and recycling abandoned machinery.

Only the large, relatively valuable machines were recycled into Fourth-Dimensional Pocket currency.

As for the smaller machines, Zhou Yun had to take them back to the hive city to sell.

The threats he faced were not just the future Tyranids. There were also mutants in the sewers, gangs in the city, and the hunger and poverty closing in on him every moment.

And, of course, Chaos, which could be lurking just as constantly.

Zhou Yun had been a Tyranid enthusiast in his previous life. The only factions he had played were Tyranids and the World Eaters.

The World Eaters were mainly cheap to build into an army. One Christmas box and one Combat Patrol were enough to get started, so he had sided with Chaos for the sake of his wallet.

As such, Zhou Yun could hardly claim to have much faith in the Emperor, nor did he have much resistance to Chaos corruption.

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

"Friend, there is danger ahead."

A noble, gentle voice filled with divinity and heartwarming warmth rang out within Zhou Yun's mind.

The voice was so moving that Zhou Yun could not help feeling a sense of trust toward it.

Soft white light then appeared before his eyes. Deep within it stood a hazy winged figure.

"Please believe me. In the name of Sanguinius, Lord of Baal, I promise you that danger truly lies ahead."

The wings behind the figure slowly spread open, pure white feathers drifting softly down. That voice overflowing with divinity came from the depths of the gentle white light, its Warp special effects turned all the way up.

"..." Looking at the unmistakably Warp-born figure that had appeared before him once again, Zhou Yun could not help taking a deep breath.

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

"Then I'm Robert Guilliman, Lord of Ultramar."