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

Chapter 240 Scare Abaddon
Listening to Zhou Yun's words, Rag couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly and stared at his old friend.
But in the end he just gave a somewhat ugly smile and shook his head on the bed.

"Brother Zhou Yun, do you know how old I am?"

"Eighty-seven years old. I'm only thirteen years away from being a hundred."

"How many people in the Lower Nest of Asford can live as long as I do? Forty or fifty years old is considered a long life in our area."

"For a scoundrel like me, eighty-seven years is a bit too long. I can't even remember the past."

As he spoke, wrinkles appeared on Rag's ugly face, and the signs of aging were clearly visible:
"And I really can't handle the recent events. They make me very tired. I really can't hold on any longer."

"Brother Zhou Yun, I have spent most of my life thinking about how to survive. I have been thinking about how to survive myself and you brothers. But when the Zerg attacked Angel Castle, I had to persuade everyone to stand in the most dangerous place."

"I know it's necessary, but I can't afford it. I watched them die one by one, and I really couldn't bear it."

"They are all better, more worthy, younger people than an old guy like me"

Rag was silent for a while, then began to breathe heavily, his chest weakly arched and curled up.
Saying so many words at once consumed a lot of his energy.

He stretched out his hand slightly, wanting to grab something, but then pulled it back in fear.
Then Raghu slightly closed his charcoal black eyes, his eyelids red and swollen from his illness.

Zhou Yun picked up a pillow from the bed and placed it on Rag's back, making his position a little more comfortable.

"I'm not afraid of death, Brother Zhou Yun."

Rag's eyes were red, and he whispered:
"I am afraid that my soul will not be able to return to the Golden Throne. I am also afraid that the brothers who died like me will not be able to return to the Golden Throne either."

"Brother Zhou Yun, please, tell me, is there really a Golden Throne? Will the Emperor protect our souls?"

"I'm afraid that's just a lie, and the souls of all the dead brothers are left alone in darkness and chaos."

Rag stretched out his bony hand again, like a drowning man trying to grab a life-saving straw, but again he grabbed nothing.
But this time Zhou Yun stretched out his hand and held Rag's bony hand with his fleshy hand.

"Forgive me," Raghu almost whispered, "God, please don't leave our souls unprotected."

Zhou Yun slightly clenched Rag's palm and said softly: "I am not a god."

"But I promise that your soul will return to the Golden Throne and rest in peace with the souls of those who sacrificed their lives in Asford."

In just a moment, Rag's face revealed the cunning unique to the Hive City thugs.

"So, you have arranged everything?" Rag said in a hoarse voice and a cunning tone.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "I promise, I will go to the Emperor to confirm whether your soul has returned to the Golden Throne."

"If he dares to miss you, I promise to kick his hook hard."

"And the others, everyone else, they're all good people."

Rag eagerly stretched out his other hand and grabbed the corner of Zhou Yun's clothes:

“Please
Rag's charcoal-black eyes were full of pleading, as if Zhou Yun could really protect their souls from the hands of those chaotic and crazy beings in the subspace.

Zhou Yun looked at Rag from top to bottom and lowered his eyes slightly.

"I promise you."

Rag widened his eyes and looked at Zhou Yun with gratitude.

"Forgive me Doraemon God"

His voice was as fragile as a gossamer. Zhou Yun was not surprised that Rag had realized his identity.
Zhou Yun realized from Rag's reaction just now that the cognitive distortion that Rena had set on Rag had been resolved.

Maybe something happened to Reina, maybe it was the effect of the Great Rift, or maybe it was both.
"Doraemon God, please help us."

".Protect those dead souls, protect them." "Okay." Zhou Yun held Rag's gradually cooling hand and said softly.

On the high wall of Angel Castle, Zhou Yun gently shook the bottle in his hand and poured himself a glass of scarlet wine.

This is certainly not Barr's red wine.

Baal's red wine is enough to be ranked alongside Fenris Mead as one of the two extinction-level wines of the human empire. It feels like drinking a virus bomb or a whirlwind torpedo.
This bottle of red wine was brewed by Old One-Eye in Asford. Zhou Yun took it away before leaving Asford. This is one of the few bottles left.

He was thinking about Raghu.

Rag prayed to Zhou Yun, asking him to confirm whether his soul and the souls of those who died in the battle between Baal and Asford returned to the Golden Throne.
This also made Zhou Yun curious about how the souls of those loyal people returned to the Golden Throne.
The sound of wings cutting through the air came from behind Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun turned his head and saw Sanguinius fluttering his wings and landing gently in front of him.

Sanguinius's eyes fell on the wine glass in Zhou Yun's hand.

Zhou Yun didn't say much. He took out a wine glass from his four-dimensional pocket, poured a glass for Sanguinius and handed it to him.

Sanguinius held the wine glass, which was a little small for him, in one hand and leaned against the high wall with Zhou Yun.

"How is the matter with Rag?" Sanguinius asked softly.

Zhou Yun sorted out his thoughts a little and told Sanguinius what Rag had said at that time.

".I suspect that it is the Emperor who is trying to induce me to go to Terra." Zhou Yun simply and directly told Sanguinius his guess.

For the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind, it was very easy to make Rag involuntarily say words to induce Zhou Yun to go to Terra.

Sanguinius looked slightly odd for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "It's a bit like something my father would do."

"But this is a bit crude. Perhaps his desire affected the entire human group, causing Rag to say such words."

"You know, he is so deeply bound to the entire human race."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly in agreement with Sanguinius's guess.
"But not now," he said.

The Emperor's situation was still unknown. If he and Sanguinius went alone, who knows what bad things would happen. At least Guilliman would be dragged along.

If there really was something wrong with the Emperor, and Guilliman was on the Emperor's side, Zhou Yun and Sanguinius felt terrified just thinking about it.
War is ultimately a battle of logistics, and Guilliman's operational ability is nothing short of miraculous.
Being on your side is a huge help, but being on the enemy's side is disgusting.

Sanguinius naturally shared the same view as Zhou Yun.
"I have ordered people to bring the void ship back from the Forge World, and one thousand outstanding Blood Angels have also been selected."

"We can set off anytime - huh?"

Sanguinius' words were suddenly interrupted, and he couldn't help but hum softly, as if he had noticed something.

Zhou Yun cast a curious look at Sanguinius.

"Someone is divining in the torrent of the Warp, looking for information about the Primarch."

"Is there a risk of being discovered?" Zhou Yun asked, raising his eyebrows.

Sanguinius shook his head slightly. "No, this is mainly directed at Guilliman."

"However, I made a little joke and spread some interesting false news in the subspace torrent."

As he spoke, a slightly malicious smile appeared on the corner of Sanguinius's mouth:

"Scare Ezekiel Abaddon."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but cast a curious look.

(End of this chapter)