I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 2 I, Guilliman, send you money!

"Then I am still Robouti Guilliman, the Lord of Ultramar."

Hearing the Warp figure in the white light once again insist that he was the former master of the Ninth Legion of Astartes——Primarch Sanguinius, Zhou Yun said with a twitch in his eyes:
"Hello, I'm Guilliman. Actually, I'm not dead. I'm in stasis. I need fifty dollars to help Belisarius Cawl develop the Armor of Destiny to save me. V me 50 now, and I'll resurrect you and make you the Lord of the Sun."

Sanguinius, one of the twenty-one Primarchs created by the former Emperor, was swept away to various parts of the galaxy by the Warp at the beginning of his birth, just like his brothers.

Sanguinius descended to the Baal Galaxy, not far from Asford.
This Primarch who descended upon the scarlet wastes of Baal had a pair of white wings, just like an angel in legend.
Sanguinius's nobility and virtue are worthy of the name of an angel.

Of course Zhou Yun was willing to accept Sanguinius’ guidance—if the subspace thing in front of him was really Sanguinius.

In Warhammer, the one with wings is not necessarily Sanguinius, but may also be the great daemon Tzeentch, the Lord of Change.

Just like the double-headed eagle is not necessarily the empire, it could also be Carlos the Fate Weaver.

"My loyalty to the Divine Emperor is evident to all."

"Don't try to deceive me, you idiot from the subspace!"

Zhou Yun spoke righteously with a righteous look on his face.

Soon after he arrived in the 41st millennium of mankind, he encountered this winged figure in white light in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.
This figure always insisted that he was Sanguinius and would guide Zhou Yun to complete his destined mission.

But no matter how Zhou Yun looked at it, he felt that this was some Demon Lord who came to tease him.

In the Warhammer universe, anyone with a little bit of vigilance would suspect that something like a portable grandfather is corruption from Chaos.

In addition, things like the system, the plums that fell from the sky, the skills and weapons, the small green bottle, and the castle in the gray fog are all suspected to be things of chaos corruption.

The system and the old man have a strong smell of Treachery, the green plums and the drops from the sky are suspected to be Slaanesh, the little green bottle and the elixir are suspected to be Nurgle, and the skills and weapons are suspected to be Khorne.

Even the four-dimensional pocket on his belly, Zhou Yun always doubted whether it was the masterpiece of Wa Banxian.

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

"The galaxy will be torn asunder, Baal will be covered in blood, and Terra will be tainted by blasphemy from the Warp."

"I need you to come to Baal, to my body."

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

The winged figure in the white light was still swaying in the corner of Zhou Yun's eyes, muttering a prophecy that he didn't know whether it was true or not.

The galaxy is about to be torn apart - a great rift is opening,

Baal is covered in blood - Tyranid invasion of Baal, the Battle of Baal,

Not for the first time, the blasphemies of the Warp have tainted Terra.

These are in line with the prophecy of "Sanguinius".

As for the resurrection of Sanguinius, haven’t you seen how Erebus resurrected Horus?

This kind of thing has a strong smell of subspace.

Even if there was some truth in what he said, it would be difficult for Zhou Yun to leave this hive city, let alone go to Baal.

Even if you believe him, it's of no use.

Fortunately, his figure was half real and half virtual, so it did not affect my ability to pick up trash.

Who cares about tearing the galaxy apart? That's the business of the Primarchs, the Astartes and the God-Emperor. Just don't let it affect your own garbage picking.

As for the danger ahead he mentioned
Zhou Yun hesitated for a moment and decided that it would be better to be cautious.
He took out a bottle of potion from his fourth-dimensional pocket and dripped it on his fingers.

"Friends, I am truly Sanguinius."

"Please believe me." The winged figure in the white light surrounded Zhou Yun.

But Zhou Yun ignored him and continued picking up the waste among the rubble.

He found a section of the promethium transport pipeline from the rubble, grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket.
Looking in the direction of the pipeline, he found that the exposed promethium pipelines all converged towards the depths of the abandoned city.

This seemed to confirm Zhou Yun's previous speculation that this city might be part of the former Promethium Guild.

The quantity and quality of these broken machines nearby surpassed those in the urban areas Zhou Yun had explored before.

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

Zhou Yun looked into the depths of the abandoned city.

This place has only been buried for a hundred or two hundred years, so it is far less dangerous than those cities buried in the Dark Ages or the Great Crusade.
If we go a little deeper, there shouldn't be any danger.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yun briefly checked the potion dripped on his finger, and after confirming that it was correct, he walked along the pipe into the depths of the abandoned city.

When the poisonous scarlet sunlight became slightly dim, Zhou Yun saw a towering piece of scrap machinery standing on the rubble not far away.

The machine was about seven or eight meters high. The steel platform on it had collapsed, leaving only the crimson tank still standing, but it was also covered with scarlet rust.

Zhou Yun's eyes lit up slightly.
This is an abandoned promethium extraction converter.

The Promethium Guild of the Hive City uses it to transfer Promethium to the factory.
Even a damaged promethium extraction converter can be sold for a lot of money.

If there is still some residual promethium in it, Zhou Yun will be much closer to his goal of the portal.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yun quickly slid down the rubble and walked to the promethium extraction transfer device.

The huge rusted promethium jar, seven or eight meters high and three or four meters wide, completely blocked his view.
He stretched out his finger and knocked on the promethium jar, which gave a hollow echo.
Zhou Yun walked around the jar for a few steps and found a round hole as high as a person, which should be the location for installing the pipe.

He stuck his head and took a look inside the can. It was completely empty, without the sticky gel he was expecting.

Promethium is the most commonly used fuel and chemical raw material in the empire. It usually appears as a viscous gel and can be used to make antibiotics, synthesize polymer materials, produce Lho cigarettes and even brew wine.

But it seems that when this urban area was abandoned, the valuable promethium had already been transported away, leaving only a pile of industrial machinery that is difficult to dismantle, such as the promethium extraction converter in front of us.

Fortunately, for Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket, transporting the seven or eight-meter-high promethium extraction transfer device is not a difficult task.

He reached out and picked up the rusty promethium jar, exerting a little force.

The promethium jar was stuffed into a palm-sized four-dimensional pocket like a ball of soft cloth.

[Item name: Promethium Extraction Transfer Device]
[Origin: Hades Shield Galaxy - Asford Star - Mechanical Spire]
[Evaluation: The heart of the Promethium Guild, which once pumped out high concentrations of flammable Promethium]
[Production time: 705.M41]
[Condition: slightly damaged]
[Value: 8000 yuan]
If there is still some promethium left in this jar, the recycling price should be even higher.
But Zhou Yun was no longer interested in these things.

After the promethium extraction hub was stuffed into the four-dimensional pocket, seven or eight figures in black robes appeared in front of Zhou Yun.

The group of people should have been sitting on the other side of the promethium jar, and Zhou Yun, whose view was blocked, didn't notice them at all.

They didn't seem to notice that the promethium jar behind them had disappeared, nor did they notice Zhou Yun who suddenly appeared.

Zhou Yun was sweating profusely. He encountered a group of mysterious people in black robes in such a deserted city. Could he have encountered a cult? !

Cultists who worship the strange entities of the Warp, shadowy groups hiding in the darkness of the Hive
The leader of the black-clad men raised his hands high in a gesture of prayer.
"Praise you, merciful emperor!"

Hearing the prayers of the men in black, Zhou Yun breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be a group of sincere believers of the Anglican Church who were praying.

The long sleeves of the leading black-clad man fell down, revealing the mottled keratin on his arms.

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

".Fuck!"

(End of this chapter)