Flying High with Excitement

"No, no, are you jealous of my handsome face?"

Zhou Yun made a few more adjustments to his Lion's Face, making it more like the arrogant face of Lion El'Jonson from his memory.

But it still wasn't quite right.

After all, Zhou Yun had never seen the Lion King's appearance in person, only shaping it based on various illustrations, figurines, and written descriptions from his past life.

Similar, but not exactly the same.

"Tsk, I feel like the Lion King's face isn't handsome enough. Maybe I should just make a Fulgrim."

"Fulgrim? You mean Fulgrim?" The winged figure in the white light was taken aback.

He immediately guessed that Fulgrim might refer to the Sons of the Emperor Primarch, Fulgrim.

That Primarch, before his fall, was called the Purple Phoenix of the Imperium, and now he was Slaanesh's purple snake demon.

The winged figure in the white light trembled slightly, as if recalling some dim memories.

After a long while, he sighed and said, "Please, I'm begging you. Lion's face is fine, stop tinkering with it."

Hearing the resentful voice of the winged figure in the white light, Zhou Yun couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Of course, he wouldn't actually create a Fulgrim face.

Although before his fall, Fulgrim could single-handedly raise humanity's average appearance to the highest in the entire Galaxy, now, this Chaos LGTPQIA+ pansexual alien interspecies BDSM polyamorous Primarch had ascended to become a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh.

If he were to create a face of his, he'd probably be corrupted by the Warp the very next second.

"Of course, I don't have to make it, but you have to teach me how to make this face look more like the Lion King."

Zhou Yun thought for a moment and said to the winged figure in the white light.

"Okay, raise the corners of your eyes a bit. Shorten your chin slightly."

The winged figure in the white light nodded with difficulty.

"Yes, the ears are like this. It's getting more and more like Lion."

The winged figure in the white light was initially resistant, but as Zhou Yun's face became more and more like Lion El'Jonson, he seemed to have become interested and began to guide Zhou Yun seriously.

"It looks like it. Lion looks just like this," the winged figure in the white light said with some emotion.

Zhou Yun looked at the deep, cold, yet majestic Lion's Face reflected in the mirror and couldn't help but gasp slightly.

No wonder Lion wasn't very popular among the Primarchs.

Putting aside his personality, just this face looked like the whole world had raped his father.

Gloomy and stern, allowing no room for humor.

It seemed like if anyone dared to make a joke with him, an uppercut would land squarely on their face.

Zhou Yun put the Body Clay back into his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket and then put on the Psykana Cap.

This cap had a mechanical right hand wearing a white glove, looking like a comical toy.

After putting on this cap, Zhou Yun vaguely felt that he had gained some non-existent organs, allowing him to do things he couldn't before.

He tried to concentrate and looked at a soda can in the corner of the room.

The mechanical hand on Zhou Yun's cap pointed at the soda can, and the can flew into the air.

Then, with a slight effort from Zhou Yun, the soda can was crushed.

"This is Telekinesis. And then..."

Zhou Yun concentrated, closed his eyes slightly, his figure flickered a few times, and in an instant, he appeared at the door of the room.

Instant Movement.

Zhou Yun looked at his arms and clothes, confirming that he could move with the Body Clay and clothes, so there wouldn't be a situation where only his body was teleported away, leaving his clothes behind.

"The last one is..."

Zhou Yun tried to focus his attention on his eyes, and then...

The surrounding walls and floor became slightly transparent.

Zhou Yun concentrated and looked at the ground, vaguely seeing the Old Sector Eight with its crisscrossing pipes beneath the ground.

He took a deep breath, feeling a slight sting in his eyes and a sudden fatigue within him.

Zhou Yun closed his eyes, deactivating his X-ray Vision.

After testing the three abilities of the Psykana Cap, he found that he had a good grasp of Telekinesis and Instant Movement.

Only X-ray Vision was a bit weaker, requiring concentration to barely see through the ground, and it also consumed a lot of energy.

Fortunately, X-ray Vision wasn't an ability that needed to be activated all the time; he could just use it when needed.

Thinking this, Zhou Yun took out the Ring of Passage from his pocket.

The entrance to Old Sector Eight was surrounded by local gangs, but Zhou Yun didn't need to enter through it.

As long as he knew that Old Sector Eight was below, he could use the Ring of Passage to drill in.

He placed the Ring of Passage on the ground and drilled in.

Old Sector Eight, a deep pipe area buried underground, Two gang members were patrolling the pitch-black pipe area, holding flashlights and with lit Lho-sticks in their mouths.

"What exactly are the bosses looking for? Staying in this dump all day." the gang member on the left couldn't help but ask.

Old Sector Eight had been buried underground for a hundred years, its power system long damaged, and the air within carried an old smell that made people uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but make small talk, asking his companion who was patrolling with him.

"I heard from the squad leader that they're looking for a warehouse that was buried under here by the PDF."

"Apparently, there are quite a few guns and cannons inside."

His companion flicked the Lho-stick in his fingers and said:

"I heard they found it, but the whole warehouse is buried under rubble from a cave-in, so we can't get in."

"It doesn't look like we'll be able to dig it out anytime soon."

"So what if we can't dig it out?"

The gang member on the left took a deep drag from his Lho-stick and said:

"This place is a bit stuffy, but usually, we just wander around a few times. It's much easier work than in the Hive City."

His companion nodded in agreement.

Hive Cities were originally cesspools, and Hive Cities without a Governor were cesspools of cesspools. Those who survived from these cesspools were all ruthless in their own ways.

Even for them, gang members, danger was a constant in the lower levels, Attacks from other gangs, desperate residents taking risks, angered hive worker groups, and internal gang conflicts.

Oh, and the heretics and cultists hidden in the shadows.

Who knew when they might end up as a corpse lying in the street.

Compared to that, this buried ruin was incredibly peaceful.

Even though the air here was stale, it was pitch black, and there was no electricity, Without facing the various dangers and foul air of the Hive City, the gang members felt a sense of relief.

"It feels absolutely amazing," he said to his companion.

Then, he felt the ground getting further and further away from him.

Huh? Why am I actually flying? The gang member stared blankly at himself and his companion, suspended in mid-air.

Then, as if controlled by invisible hands, their heads collided with each other.

Thwack! When will GW release the Emperor's Child as a standalone?