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Chapter 532 Eighty Days to Take Down the Vigilant Star!

Zhou Yun looked at the item, which was priced almost exactly the same as Angron's.

[Item Name: Three-Year-Old Nentaro Pillow]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth - Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 231.M3]
[Function: Simply sleep on your pillow and you will find a solution to any problem. The time required varies depending on the problem; the more difficult the problem, the longer the sleep will take, ranging from three seconds, three minutes, three hours, three days, or even three years, thirty years, or three hundred years.]
The Three-Year-Old Nentaro Pillow: A pillow that can answer all your questions simply by sleeping on it.

The more difficult the problem, the longer the sleep time required.

The price of Angron is just enough to exchange for this item. Theoretically, Zhou Yun only needs to sleep on this pillow to find a way to save the galaxy and find the path to the future.

However, given the magnitude of this problem, it's unclear how long it will take to resolve. Even with a device like the Mad Clock that can adjust the flow of time, it would likely take a very long time to find the answer.

"So it's a Netararo pillow." Nobi Emperor, standing next to Zhou Yun, was slightly dazed for a moment, then revealed an expression of realization.

With the appearance of this prop, the galactic future that the Emperor foresaw gradually became clearer. He vaguely saw Zhou Yun sleeping on this pillow.
This item can indeed resolve the issue between Zhou Yun and the Emperor, and find a way to save the galaxy.

The only price is that Zhou Yun will fall into a long sleep for a period of time.

It's not that others can't use this item, but compared to Zhou Yun, it's not reassuring for others to use it.

Even if the users themselves are reliable enough, they can still be affected by the power of the four Chaos Gods.

Even excluding the four Chaos Gods, the Emperor himself wasn't entirely happy to see the galaxy saved.
He is ultimately the Lord of Darkness, the destroyer of the world.
Even emperors could only suppress, not completely eliminate, that part of the will.

Only Zhou Yun can resist the erosion of the will of the Four Gods and the Emperor, and bring back the correct, unaltered answer.
This is not a risky business; the Four Gods, especially Tzeentch, are best at this kind of thing.

Tzeentch only needs to alter the content of the answer slightly to potentially drastically alter fate; Magnus's psionic telephone and Ahriman's scarlet letter are examples of this.

However, before using the three-year-old Netarō pillow, Zhou Yun still needed to make some preparations.
There are still some things in the galaxy that he needs to prepare.

He is, after all, an important member of the human empire; he can't just disappear without a word.
At the very least, I should greet Guilliman and Saint Gilles.

Moreover, there are still a large number of starships and Astartes in Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket. They can't always stay in the pocket while Zhou Yun is asleep, can they?

Thinking this, Zhou Yun nodded slightly to the Emperor, then pulled the Anywhere Door from his pocket and stepped inside. After Zhou Yun left, the throne room returned to silence.
The Emperor also withdrew his will from the throne room, projecting it once more onto the boundless stars, silently resisting the will of the Chaos Gods, and orchestrating a series of events in a direction favorable to the Empire and humanity.
And also, resist those voices.
Your Majesty, do you still hold onto hope?
Your Majesty, cease indulging in unrealistic hopes.
Your Majesty, destruction is an inevitable end.
Your Majesty, please rise.
We beseech your arrival, Lord of Darkness.
The souls of billions of desperate humans resonate within the Emperor/Lord of Darkness/Lord of Eternity.
They urged the emperor to accept his fate of destruction.
Isn't destruction simpler and more thorough than hope?
They've had enough of this world and are unwilling to make any further effort to save it.

The weary middle-aged man gritted his teeth.

"Do not."

He said, just as he had said over the past ten thousand years.

Cursed scars

A very difficult and awkward High Gothic name, so much so that it was initially used only by the scholars and officials of Terra.

However, the name was later found to be not only difficult to pronounce but also extremely difficult to write, containing nearly thirty letters of the High Gothic alphabet, and it appeared very frequently in various administrative orders of the empire, thus having a significant impact on administrative efficiency.
Finally, Imperial Chancellor Tyrande, dragging his aged body, gave the scholar who invented the term a severe beating with his whip, and then insisted that all documents use the low-gothic name "The Great Rift," before it was barely corrected in Terra.
In the boundless galaxy, different races and factions on different planets call him by all sorts of strange names.
Crimson Path, Maw of Destruction, Warp Scar, Grimace or Hook, Dusk, Devourer of Hope.
This rift tore the galaxy apart in both the real and warp dimensions, and according to intelligence from the Eldar, even the Webpath was greatly affected.

Aside from using Doraemon's gadgets or relying on the clowns' guidance to navigate the chaotic net, the only way to cross the Great Rift is to find those narrow corridors.
The Nakmonde Corridor is one of the more stable of these narrow corridors, and Vigilant Star is a key node in this corridor, now coveted by various forces.

How should we describe the current state of the Vigilant Star?

It was a gathering of virtually every powerful force in the galaxy, from cunning strategists to orcs, from the Mechanicus to the Eldar, from clowns to Ultramarines, from White Scars to Midnight Lords, from Imperial Fists to Iron Warriors, from Death Guards to Dark Angels. Almost every nameable faction in the entire galaxy was involved in this grand event on this planet.

Today, the cunning Poor Prince's patriarch instigated a rebellion, and the very next day, the Jesters hung his head on the hive tower. The following day, the Jesters were betrayed by the Eldar. Enraged, the Jesters brought back the Ultramarines to fight the Eldar, but their battle inadvertently attracted the attention of the Orcs. A large group of Orcs on motorcycles attempted to fight them, only to crash into a trench warfare battle between the Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors. Ultimately, the Orcs and the White Scars, who came to their aid, engaged in a wild race across the wilderness. The Jesters, meanwhile, engaged in a back-and-forth assassination battle with the Midnight Lords, hired by the Iron Warriors. Meanwhile, the Plague Ravens of the Death Guard clashed with the Cleanse Plague Army, also belonging to the Death Guard, in a nearby conflict. The Dark Angels inexplicably launched indiscriminate orbital bombardment, while the Mechanicus took advantage of the chaos to excavate ancient artifacts within the Vigilant Planet.
But he, the proclaimer of Abaddon, the Great War General, the Starslayer Harken, will end the chaos on this planet.
The Hellspear, accompanied by lightning, was embedded in the tower of the hive, while the megaphone array on Haken the Starseer broadcast blasphemous words in all directions:
"I am Haken the Starslayer, the proclaimer of Abaddon's reign, the vanguard of calamity that brings apocalypse to this planet."

"In the name of Warmaster Abaddon, I swear to conquer this planet within eighty days and offer it to the esteemed Warmaster of Chaos!"

Harken the Starslayer roared, delivering his blasphemous declaration, which echoed across almost half the planet through the megaphone array, but hardly anyone paid him any attention.

The cunning are still vying for the next chieftain, the Eldar are hunting down the villains who have sided with humanity, the Ultramarines are facing pressure on multiple fronts, the Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors are desperately trying to kill the other side, the Death Guards are arguing about whether Extinction or Plague is the true path of Nurgle, the Dark Angels are hunting down fallen angels, the Mechanicus are digging up graves, and even the Orcs are engrossed in racing with White Scars and are too lazy to pay attention to Harken.

Just as Harken was feeling angry, a teleportation light suddenly flashed in front of him, and a deep blue fist smashed out from it.

(End of this chapter)