"Then I'm Robert Guilliman, Lord of Ultramar."
Hearing the Warp figure in the white light once again insist that he was Sanguinius, the former lord of the Astartes Ninth Legion, Zhou Yun's eye twitched as he said:
"Hello, I'm Guilliman. Actually, I'm not dead—I'm in stasis and need fifty bucks to fund Belisarius Cawl's development of the Armor of Fate to save me. Send me 50 now, and when I come back to life, I'll make you Solar Lord."
Sanguinius was one of the twenty-one Primarchs created by The Emperor. At the moment of his birth, like his brothers, he had been swept by the Warp to locations across the galaxy.
Sanguinius had landed in the Baal System, not far from Asphodel.
This Primarch who had descended upon the Scarred Lands of Baal possessed a pair of pristine white wings, just like the angels of legend.
And Sanguinius's nobility and virtue were worthy of the name angel.
Of course, Zhou Yun was willing to accept Sanguinius's guidance—if the Warp thing before him really was Sanguinius.
In Warhammer, something with wings was not necessarily Sanguinius. It might also be a Lord of Change, a Greater Daemon of Tzeentch.
Just as an Aquila was not necessarily the Imperium—it could also be Carlos the Spinner of Fate.
"My loyalty to the God-Emperor can be attested by heaven and earth."
"Don't try to fool me, you idiot from the Warp!"
Zhou Yun shouted righteously, his face full of stern conviction.
Not long after arriving in the 41st Millennium of Humanity, he had encountered this winged figure in white light while half-asleep.
The figure had consistently claimed to be Sanguinius and wanted to guide Zhou Yun in fulfilling a mission decreed by fate.
But no matter how Zhou Yun looked at it, he felt this was some Lord of Change that had come specifically to mess with him.
In the Warhammer universe, anyone with even a little vigilance would suspect that a portable old grandpa was corruption from Chaos.
The same went for systems, childhood sweethearts falling from the sky, cultivation techniques and weapons, little green bottles, and castles above gray mist. All of them were suspected Chaos corruption.
Systems and old grandpas reeked of Tzeentch; childhood sweethearts and girls falling from the sky had to be suspected of Slaanesh; little green bottles and pills had to be suspected of Nurgle; cultivation techniques and weapons were suspected of Khorne.
Even the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket on his stomach had always made Zhou Yun wonder whether it was Half-Immortal Wa's handiwork.
"Friend, I really am Sanguinius. I need your help."
"The galaxy is about to be torn apart. Baal will be covered in blood, and Terra will be defiled by blasphemous things from the Warp."
"I need you to go to Baal, to the side of my corpse."
"If you follow my guidance, I will be able to return to the Material Universe."
The winged figure in white light continued to flicker at the corner of Zhou Yun's eye, muttering prophecies of uncertain truth.
The galaxy was about to be torn apart—the Great Rift would open.
Baal would be covered in blood—the Tyranids would invade Baal, and the Battle of Baal would begin.
Blasphemous things from the Warp would defile Terra—though that would hardly be the first time.
Those all fit "Sanguinius's" prophecies.
As for resurrecting Sanguinius—had no one seen what Erebus did when he resurrected Horus back then?
That sort of thing carried an overwhelming Warp stench.
Even if some of what he said was true, Zhou Yun could barely leave this hive city right now, let alone go to Baal.
Even if he believed him, it would be useless.
Fortunately, the figure was half-real and half-illusory, so it did not interfere with his scavenging.
Who cared about the galaxy being torn apart? That was the business of Primarchs, Astartes, and the God-Emperor. As long as it did not interfere with his scavenging, it was fine.
As for the danger he mentioned ahead—
Zhou Yun hesitated for a moment and decided it was better to be cautious.
He took out a bottle of medicine from his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket and dripped some onto his finger.
"Friend, I really am Sanguinius."
"Please believe me."
The winged figure in white light circled around Zhou Yun.
But Zhou Yun ignored him and continued picking through the scraps among the rubble.
He found another section of Promethium Transport Pipe in the rubble, grabbed it, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Looking in the direction where the pipe extended, he discovered that all the exposed Promethium Pipes around him converged toward the depths of the ruined district.
This seemed to confirm Zhou Yun's earlier guess. This district might once have been part of the Promethium Guild.
Both the quantity and quality of the damaged machinery nearby surpassed those in the districts Zhou Yun had explored before.
And at the end of those pipes, there might even be something like a Promethium furnace left behind.
Zhou Yun looked toward the depths of the ruined district.
This place had only been buried for one or two hundred years. It was far less dangerous than districts buried since the Dark Age or the Great Crusade.
If he went a little deeper, there should not be much danger.
With that thought, Zhou Yun briefly checked the medicine on his finger. After confirming there was no problem, he followed the pipes deeper into the ruined district.
When the poisonous scarlet sunlight grew slightly dimmer, Zhou Yun saw a towering piece of abandoned machinery standing atop the rubble in the distance.
The machine was roughly seven or eight meters tall. Its steel platforms had already collapsed, leaving only a dark-red tank standing upright, though it too was covered in scarlet rust.
Zhou Yun's eyes lit up slightly.
It was an abandoned Promethium Extraction and Transfer Station.
The hive city's Promethium Guild had used it to transfer promethium to factories.
Even a damaged Promethium Extraction and Transfer Station could sell for quite a bit of money.
If there was still promethium left inside, Zhou Yun would be much closer to his goal of acquiring an Anywhere Door.
With that thought, Zhou Yun quickly slid down the rubble and walked over to the Promethium Extraction and Transfer Station.
The enormous rusted promethium tank, seven or eight meters tall and three or four meters wide, completely blocked his view.
He reached out and tapped the tank. A hollow echo came from inside.
After walking a few steps around the tank, Zhou Yun found a round opening as tall as a person, likely where pipes had been installed.
He poked his head in for a look. The interior was completely empty, without the viscous gel he had hoped for.
Promethium was the most commonly used fuel and chemical raw material within the Imperium. It usually appeared as viscous gel and could be used to manufacture antibiotics, synthesize polymer materials, produce Lho cigarettes, and even brew alcohol.
But it seemed that when this district had been abandoned, all valuable promethium had long since been transported away. Only industrial machinery that was difficult to dismantle remained, such as the Promethium Extraction and Transfer Station before him.
Fortunately, transporting a Promethium Extraction and Transfer Station seven or eight meters tall was no difficult task for Zhou Yun's Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.
He reached out and hugged the rusted promethium tank, exerting a little force.
The tank was stuffed into the palm-sized Fourth-Dimensional Pocket like a pliant piece of cloth.
[Item Name: Promethium Extraction and Transfer Station] [Origin: Shield of Hades System - planet Asphodel - Mechanicus Spire] [Evaluation: The heart of the Promethium Guild, once pumped out high-concentration flammable promethium] [Production Time: 705.M41] [Condition: Lightly damaged] [Value: 8,000 yuan]
If there had been even a little promethium remaining in the tank, its recycling price should have been even higher.
But Zhou Yun had no mind to care about that now.
After the Promethium Extraction and Transfer Station was stuffed into the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket, seven or eight figures in black robes appeared before Zhou Yun.
They had likely been sitting on the other side of the promethium tank just now. With his view blocked, Zhou Yun had not noticed them at all.
They apparently had not noticed that the promethium tank behind them had vanished, nor had they discovered Zhou Yun's sudden appearance.
Cold sweat poured down Zhou Yun's back. Meeting a group of mysterious people in black robes in such a remote, abandoned district... had he run into a cult?!
Cultists who worshipped bizarre entities within the Warp, shadowy groups concealed in the darkness of the hive city—
The leader among the men in black raised both arms high and assumed a posture of prayer.
"Praise you, merciful Emperor!"
Hearing the man in black's prayer, Zhou Yun relaxed slightly. So they were merely a group of honest Imperial Creed believers at prayer—
The leader's long sleeves fell from his raised arms, revealing mottled calluses on them.
"May your four arms that embrace the stars embrace us as well! May you bring salvation to us! O merciful Four-Armed Emperor!"
"...Fuck!"
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