I, Guilliman, Am Paying Up!

"Then I am Roboute Guilliman, Lord of Ultramar."

Hearing the Warp figure in the white light insist again that he was Sanguinius, Lord of the Ninth Legion of the former Astartes, Zhou Yun's eyes twitched as he said:

"Hello, I am Guilliman. I didn't die, I was in a stasis field and need fifty yuan to fund Belisarius Cawl to research the Armor of Fate to save me. Now, V me 50, and when I'm resurrected, I'll grant you the title of Solar Lord."

Sanguinius, one of the twenty-one Primarchs created by the Emperor, was, like his brothers, scattered to the far reaches of the Galaxy by the Warp upon his creation.

Sanguinius landed in the Baal System, not far from Asphodel.

This Primarch, who descended upon the Scarred Lands of Baal, had a pair of pure white wings, just like the angels of legend.

And Sanguinius's nobility and character were worthy of the name angel.

Zhou Yun was certainly willing to accept Sanguinius's guidance—if the Warp entity before him was truly Sanguinius.

In Warhammer, wings don't necessarily mean Sanguinius; it could also be Tzeentch's Greater Daemon, a Lord of Change.

Just as a double-headed eagle doesn't necessarily mean the Empire, it could also be the Spinner of Fate, Carlos.

"My loyalty to the God-Emperor is as clear as the sun and moon."

"You Warp-spawned fool, don't try to trick me!"

Zhou Yun rebuked righteously, his face full of integrity.

He had only been in the 41st Millennium of Humanity for a short time when, in a half-dream state, he encountered this winged figure in the white light.

This figure had consistently claimed to be Sanguinius and wanted to guide Zhou Yun to fulfill his destined mission.

But Zhou Yun couldn't help but feel that this was some Lord of Change trying to toy with him.

In the Warhammer universe, anyone with a modicum of vigilance would suspect a "walking grandfather" (a helpful old man who accompanies the protagonist) of being Chaos corruption.

Furthermore, things like systems, childhood sweethearts, cultivation techniques and weapons, little green bottles, and castles on gray mists are all suspected of Chaos corruption.

Systems and "portable old grandpas" have a strong Tzeentch vibe, childhood sweethearts and sudden arrivals should be suspected of Slaanesh, little green bottles and elixirs should be suspected of Nurgle, and cultivation techniques and weapons are suspected of Khorne.

Even the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket on his stomach, Zhou Yun always suspected it was the masterpiece of Half-Immortal Wa.

"Friend, I am truly Sanguinius, and I need your help."

"The Galaxy is about to be torn apart, Baal will be covered in blood, and Terra will be defiled by abominations from the Warp."

"I need you to go to Baal, to my remains."

"If you can follow my guidance, I will be able to return to the material universe."

The winged figure in the white light continued to flicker in Zhou Yun's eyes, muttering prophecies of unknown truth.

The Galaxy is about to be torn apart—the Great Rift unfolds.

Baal is covered in blood—the Tyranid invasion of Baal, the Battle of Baal.

Terra is defiled by abominations from the Warp—not the first time, is it?

These all fit Sanguinius's prophecies.

As for resurrecting Sanguinius, didn't Erebus resurrect Horus back then?

Such a thing carries a strong Warp flavor.

Even if what he said had some truth, Zhou Yun was currently struggling to even leave this Hive City, let alone go to Baal.

Even if he believed him, it wouldn't be of much use.

Fortunately, his figure was semi-real and semi-illusory, not hindering his scavenging.

Who cares about tearing apart the Galaxy? That's a matter for the Primarchs, the Astartes, and the Emperor. As long as it doesn't interfere with his scavenging, that's all that matters.

As for the dangers ahead...

Zhou Yun hesitated for a moment, thinking it was better to be cautious.

He took out a potion from his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket and dripped it onto his finger.

"Friend, I am truly Sanguinius."

"Please believe me."

The winged figure in the white light circled around Zhou Yun.

But Zhou Yun ignored it, continuing to pick up scrap from the rubble.

He found a section of Promethium Transport Pipe among the debris and stuffed it into his pocket.

Following the direction of the pipe, he saw that all the exposed Promethium pipes were converging towards the depths of the ruined city.

This seemed to confirm Zhou Yun's previous guess that this area might have been part of the former Promethium Guild.

The number and quality of the damaged machinery nearby surpassed that of the areas Zhou Yun had explored before.

And at the end of the pipeline, there might be something like a Promethium furnace.

Zhou Yun looked towards the depths of the ruined city.

It had only been buried for a hundred to two hundred years, so it was far less dangerous than areas buried during the Dark Age or the Great Crusade.

It shouldn't be too dangerous to go a little deeper.

With that thought, Zhou Yun checked the potion on his finger, confirmed it was correct, and then walked along the pipe towards the depths of the abandoned district.

When the toxic scarlet sunlight dimmed slightly, Zhou Yun saw a towering, derelict machine standing on the rubble not far away.

The machine was about seven or eight meters tall, and the steel platform on it had collapsed. Only the deep red tank still stood, but it was also covered in scarlet rust.

Zhou Yun's eyes lit up slightly.

This was a discarded Promethium Extraction and Transfer Station.

The Promethium Guild of the Hive City used it to transfer promethium to the factories.

Even a damaged Promethium Extraction and Transfer Station could be sold for a good amount of money.

If there was any residual promethium inside, Zhou Yun would be much closer to his goal of acquiring the Any Door.

With that thought, Zhou Yun quickly slid down the rubble and walked up to the Promethium Extraction and Transfer Station.

The giant, rusted promethium tank, seven or eight meters high and three to four meters wide, completely blocked his view.

He extended his finger and tapped the promethium tank. A hollow echo came from within.

Zhou Yun walked around the tank a few steps and found a person-sized round hole, which should have been the location for installing pipes.

He stuck his head inside and took a look. The interior was empty, with no sign of the viscous gel he had expected.

Promethium was the most common fuel and chemical raw material within the Imperium. It usually appeared as a viscous gel and could be used to produce antibiotics, synthesize polymer materials, produce Lho-sticks, and even brew alcohol.

But it seemed that when this district was abandoned, the valuable promethium had already been transported away, leaving only these difficult-to-dismantle industrial machines, such as the Promethium Extraction and Transfer Station before him.

Fortunately, for Zhou Yun's Fourth-Dimensional Pocket, transporting this seven or eight-meter-tall Promethium Extraction and Transfer Station was not a difficult task.

He reached out and picked up the rusty promethium tank. With a slight exertion of force, The promethium tank, as soft as a piece of cloth, was stuffed into the palm-sized Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.

[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 high-concentration flammable promethium] [Production Date: 705.M41] [Condition: Minor Damage] [Value: 8000 Yuan]

If there was still a little promethium left in this tank, the recovery price should have been even higher.

But Zhou Yun was no longer in the mood to pay attention to these things.

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's eyes.

That group of people had probably been sitting on the other side of the promethium tank just now, and Zhou Yun, whose vision was blocked, hadn't noticed them at all.

They also didn't seem to have noticed that the promethium tank behind them had disappeared, nor had they noticed Zhou Yun's sudden appearance.

Zhou Yun was sweating profusely. Encountering a group of mysterious people in black robes in such a desolate abandoned district, he hoped he hadn't run into a cult!

Those cultists who believed in the strange entities in the Warp, dark organizations hidden in the shadows of the Hive City.

The leader of the black-robed figures raised both hands high, assuming a posture of prayer.

"Praise be to you, merciful Emperor!"

Hearing the black-robed figure's prayer, Zhou Yun breathed a sigh of relief. So they were just devout Ecclesiarchy followers praying—

The long sleeves on the leader's arms fell, revealing mottled calluses on his arms.

"May your four arms that embrace the stars also embrace us! May you bring us salvation! Merciful Four-Armed Emperor!"

"Damn it!"