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

Chapter 294 I am thinking.
The sun of Macragge shone its scorching, dazzling light onto the crown made of pure gold, caressing every tiny and delicate micro-carving on the crown. The reflected brilliant golden light sprinkled on the Extreme Avenue and the surrounding buildings, enveloping the entire marble platform and the fat tiger demon disguised as Guilliman.

The mortals on the nearby marble buildings cried out in surprise.
The brilliant golden light swept over them and reflected on the wall. The light and shadows kept flowing as if they were projecting the miniature images on the golden crown onto it.
In the ever-flowing light, both mortals and Astartes saw scenes full of honor.

The victory of a great expedition, a duel worthy of being remembered in history, the coronation of a great emperor, the beginning of a new era, and the surrender of a thousand planets.
All the honor, glory and power in this world seem to be carved on that crown. Whoever wears it can become the owner of these honors.
People marveled at the exquisite craftsmanship of the crown, at its beauty, and at the scenes of honor it displayed.
Wear him!
This hope was born from the bottom of the hearts of all living beings. They did not want to wear it themselves, but wanted Robert Guilliman to wear it.
After all, only Robert Guilliman deserves such a crown and such an honor.

Wear it!
Such expectations formed ripples of emotions, causing waves in the subspace.

But no one noticed that in this wave there was the sound of snakes wriggling and obscene laughter.

Wear it!
The crown itself says this:
"You alone are worthy to wear me, Roboute Guilliman!"

"The Emperor's most perfect son! Ruler of mankind! The embodiment of honor!"

"Put me on! Put me on! I will bring you all the honor and glory!"

The dazzling golden light seemed to turn into a slender little snake extending from the crown, winding around Fat Tiger's hands little by little, tempting him to pick up the crown.
Put it on! Put it on! Put it on! Put it on! Put it on! Put it on!
Ten thousand people longed for it in unison, one hundred thousand people longed for it in unison, one million people longed for it in unison, ten million people longed for it in unison,

Such a desire was so strong that it could even drive a Primarch to act instinctively.

Those Primarchs with a clear sense of the Warp might have noticed, but Guilliman could not.
The obscene giant snake in the warp space squirmed its body and made a gurgling laugh.
He watched as Guilliman reached out and lifted up the Crown of Glory.

He saw Guilliman slowly placing the crown on his golden hair.

He saw the golden light on the crown flash past and penetrate into Guilliman's mind.

He gave a sharp cry of joy, and passed through the crown into Guilliman's mind.
Hilandri Curtain Walker was about to vomit. She felt her internal organs twisted into a ball and no longer in the place they should be.
In order to prevent the lack of time, her clown brothers and sisters went to Comoros to find a blood-locking scarab to remove the heart-locking scarab from her body.
A Bloodling!

The most disgusting, sadistic, insane, and sadistic cockroaches, scumbags, and perverts in the entire galaxy!
The ancestors of this group of dark and shabby people were the most promiscuous, crazy and hedonistic lunatics in the Eldar Empire.
This group of people are addicted to torture, love to appreciate the wailing of blood and flesh, love pain and fear, and are also masters of flesh and blood shaping.

The Haemonculus had indeed demonstrated his amazing skills, destroying the Necrons' nanomachine Heart-Locking Scarab in just a few minutes.
Just recalling the process, Hilandri Curtain Walker still couldn't help but shudder.
Her body was almost torn into pieces! She was torn into pieces alive, and then reassembled by the Haemolycoris!
What bothered Hilandri Curtainwalker the most was that after the assembly was completed, there were still extra parts!

She clearly saw that after the Haemonculi had assembled her body, there were still a few pieces of flesh, organs and glands left!

There is definitely something wrong with this horse!

Hilandri Veilwalker wanted to protest, but her weak body made it difficult for her to even speak, so she could only let the clowns carry her and quickly shuttle between the cities of Macragge.
She was brought to a city built between narrow mountains. This city was much more dilapidated than Magna Macragge.

There is very little pure white marble, and most of it is made of rough granite. There are also tombs, temples and palaces full of barbaric atmosphere in the city.
"Illyrium." Hilandri Veilwalker whispered the name of the city.
Ten thousand years ago, this place was a barbarian settlement on Macragge. It was the last land to be conquered on Macragge and was once a base for opposition to Guilliman's adoptive father, King Connor.

In the days that followed, it also became a stronghold for Conrad Koz to wreak havoc.
Recently, traces of followers of the God of Plague have been discovered here.
In the words of boss Zhou Yun, it is a place full of talented people.

"What are we doing here?" asked Hilandri Curtain Walker weakly.

"In fact, there is also a webway entrance on Macragge, hidden under this Illyrium."

"But in order to avoid being exposed to humans, and because the city was occupied by the Black Legion at that time, the Laughing God guided us to another exit."

The Harlequins carried Hilandri Veilwalker into Illyrium.

"almost!"

The bruised and battered noble incarnation shouted at the unicorn whose half of the body was burned by the hot melt weapon.

Zhou Yun's marksmanship really opened the eyes of the two clowns.
The two clowns are the incarnations of gods. Their body flexibility has long surpassed the limit of what the material universe can accommodate. With just their own flesh, they can easily shuttle between bullets and will never be shot.

But Zhou Yun was able to hit the target without missing a single bullet. Every bullet landed precisely on the unicorn.

It was fortunate that the Unicorn had endured a large amount of Slaanesh's corruption and blessing, which was equivalent to the incarnation of Slaanesh in the world. Otherwise, in front of Zhou Yun's series of almost certain hits from the Melta pistols, an ordinary Clown without armor would have been burned to ashes long ago.

The Avatar of the Sublime was also in a bad situation. His opponent was Robouti Guilliman, a Primarch who had completely disappeared.
Even though he was the incarnation of the God of Laughter, he could not withstand the sudden appearance of Ultramar's iron fist.
And Guilliman deliberately hit him in the face, leaving him with a black eye and a swollen face.

The Sublime Avatar had had enough.
However, Unicorn's behavior became more and more strange. When she was hit by the Melta Pistol, she couldn't help but moan in pleasure, as if she was enjoying the feeling.
Moreover, her expression became more and more crazy, and the sublime incarnation felt something was wrong.

In order to fight against Zhou Yun, Xi Gaoqi specially selected this unicorn who was on the verge of madness.
The closer one is to madness, the closer one is to Slaanesh, and the stronger one becomes. The power of this unicorn has even surpassed many Slaanesh demons.
But now it seems that if Unicorn continues to be in such a bad state,

I don't know why, but it feels like there are a lot of Slaanesh paying attention to Macragge right now?

At this time, Hilandri Curtainwalker had retreated to the gate of the Webway, and it was time for them to escape.

The Emperor's sword, burning with an eternal flame, illuminated the dark corridor covered with bones, and slashed heavily at the noble incarnation who tried to retreat.

The unicorn let out a sharp cry, and its figure kept tumbling in the darkness, and it actually briefly caught up with Robert Guilliman's movements.

The two sharp blades crossed and blocked Robert Guilliman's sword in front of the noble incarnation.
But it was only limited to blocking this sword.
Guilliman knew Zhou Yun's purpose. Since the Eldar began to retreat, it meant that Hilandri Veilwalker had already escaped.
Then he could put in a little more effort.
The unicorn wailed, and her whole body was set on fire by the immortal flames of the Emperor's spiritual energy. There was a hideous bloody mark on her chest.
No one saw clearly when Guilliman swung the second sword.
Even the noble incarnation of the Laughing God did not see clearly, and even when he was thinking about what was happening, Guilliman's attack was already in front of him.

The noble incarnation only felt a hurricane coming in front of him, and then a steel fist hit his chest heavily. His internal organs twisted, and the whole person flew backwards, hitting the bulkhead heavily. Even the spiritual bones covering the bulkhead were twisted and shattered.

"Destroy this entire cargo ship!!!" the Sublime Incarnation roared, enduring the pain.

This was the plan they had prepared. If they couldn't escape in the end, they would just destroy the entire cargo ship.

Even for the Death Gods and Primarchs of humanity, it would be difficult to move in a vacuum.

At that time, the One-Horned Man, the Bonesinger, and the Sublime Avatar, who had prepared measures to deal with the vacuum in advance, could take the opportunity to escape.

As if they had heard the command of the Supreme Incarnation, the spirit bones interspersed inside the ship began to grow and restructure, instantly pouring out of the bulkheads and interspersing in the corridors like tree branches.
"Yes, that's it! Destroy the entire cargo ship——————Puff! What are you doing!!"

Before the noble incarnation could finish his words, a string of spiritual bones suddenly pierced through his body, fixing him to the bulkhead.
Not only him, but Dujiao also enjoyed the same treatment. It was as if the spiritual bones had been instigated to rebel, piercing into her flesh one by one, making Dujiao moan with comfort.

The sublime incarnation looked at this scene in complete bewilderment.
He found that the communication between himself and the Bonesinger was interrupted, and he only heard a terrible scream from the Bonesinger at the end.

“I just thought about it.”

Zhou Yun, who was standing among the spirit bones, scratched his head and looked at the noble incarnation with a smile:

"You said, are spirit bones also considered a kind of mechanical creation?"

"Since it is a mechanical creation, I think the spirit bone must have power and mechanical soul, right?"

The Sublime Incarnation was bewildered.

(End of this chapter)