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

Chapter 665 I Will Become a Hunter of Hunters

A pitch-black shadow loomed at the far end of the High Heavens, a position between the High Heavens and the material universe, spanning two dimensions.
No other emotions could be found in that shadow, only naked hunger and greed, coming from the distant depths of space, drawn among the stars by an insatiable appetite.
Many people mistakenly believe that His existence is for the purpose of extracting more matter and energy, but this is actually a misunderstanding of Him.

Throughout the entire galaxy, only the Eldar could barely discern some of His true nature.
The Eldar call Him a dragon, a distant hunger, and the Hungry Dragon. Compared to the somewhat illogical name given to Him by the Tyranids, the Eldar's names are undoubtedly closer to His true nature.
Zhou Yun's eyes reflected scenes from the shadows: countless destinies rising in the real universe, driven by primal hunger, drawing them together into a vast, intertwined rope.
Those billions of living beings abandoned their will, their souls, their existence and destiny, sacrificing everything they had, and gathered together to form a unique and vast existence.
Many people mistakenly believe that the purpose of this existence is to seize more energy and matter.

But this is actually a misunderstanding. He never pursued just material things. The purpose of His existence was to fill His bottomless hunger and satisfy His desire to eat. Eating itself was more important than anything else. The amount of material food consumed was secondary.
He is incredibly powerful, exceptionally powerful. In terms of sheer breadth of influence, He is at least on par with Tzeentch and Nurgle, or even surpasses them.

Moreover, He poses a greater threat to Zhou Yun than the other deities.
His domain barely overlapped with Zhou Yun's; he was completely unrelated to machinery. His act of integrating genetically modified beings was related to creativity, but the problem was that the Norn Queen, whom he was responsible for integrating, had no soul or emotions of her own.
This meant that Zhou Yun could only deal with Him through direct confrontation.

Another point is that among the many beings in the subspace today, the Emperor, Zhou Yun, and Him are among the few who have physical bodies in the material universe.
The emperor's body, now permanently seated on the golden throne, can no longer serve much purpose.

Zhou Yun's body is relatively free, but he considers it the anchor point for his humanity and cannot modify it at will. While a mortal body cannot normally hold much power, it can, in crucial moments, forcibly accommodate more with the help of certain tools.
The swarm has the most bodies, but like Zhou Yun, a single Tyrannosaurus can only contain limited power and will, but it is more flexible, free, and can be consumed more casually.

As for His current position

According to the information Zhou Yun gleaned from over 20,000 dreams, He was close to attaining the Great Perfection of Greed Dissolution, only a tiny bit away.
But He is not yet complete; His existence is still fragmented and not yet connected. In this state, He cannot truly ascend.
That's the key.
Zhou Yun wanted to seize the position of the Greed Dissolution Domain before He could.
The risk is actually very high. Zhou Yun only occupied one domain of vicious techniques, and He could already feel His will faltering and beginning to strongly veer towards extremes.
If Zhou Yun truly seizes the throne of the Greed Dissolution Domain, the Emperor will bear the burden of three domains. If He cannot withstand it, then...
However, the risks are unavoidable. The Emperor is now burdened with the weight of two domains, a considerable burden indeed. In his dreams, the longest Emperor has endured this dual burden is over three hundred years.

In other words, regardless of whether Zhou Yun attempts to seize the Greed Dissolution, the birth of the Dark King is only a little over three hundred years away.
Zhou Yun had already clearly understood the method for dissolving greed.

This method also carries considerable risk; if implemented incorrectly, it could result in the Terran swarm achieving ascension and becoming the Eternal Dragons.

But this was all Zhou Yun could do. There was no longer a dominant civilization in the galaxy that could serve as a sacrifice or a symbol of faith for him.

He could only dissolve the inherent properties of the domain through greed.
He will become the hunter of hunters, the dragon that eats dragons.
Zhou Yun slowly extended his round hand.
Inspiration, creativity, thoughts, and ideas wove into threads, dripping from His fingertips, gently manipulating destiny in reality, silently driving a human being into Zhou Yun's scheme.

That being also possessed a certain degree of divinity, and happened to be close to the realms of vicious techniques and the dissolving greed.
Among the Dagger-class corvettes, the USS Vesalius,
Fabius Bayer felt his inspiration flowing continuously.

For many years, He hadn't experienced this feeling of inspiration.

This former chief apothecary, now the son of the emperor, seemed to have rediscovered the feelings he had as a child when he abused animals and reformed servants.
That new, budding inspiration, like a butterfly about to emerge from a withered pupa, made Fabius tremble uncontrollably.
The mechanical device behind him continuously swirled with warp energy, extending chainsaws, scalpels, and serrated edges to cut through the blood and flesh before him.

He will create a new human from these dissipated blood and flesh, within the shells of the old humans, to replace the current humans and make humanity a more perfect race.
Just as a butterfly emerges from its withered cocoon to be reborn, just as a snake begins to devour itself from its tail and then reshapes itself,

This is a cycle, a spiraling evolution, a great iteration.

Fabius Bayer moved his fingers, and the slaves around him presented him with the genetic sequences and organs of various alien creatures.
His fingertips flew, implanting these alien organs into the chaotic mass of flesh before him.
Fabius never limited himself to the racial differences between organisms when creating life.

Mammals, insects, worms, octopuses, and even plants, as well as more twisted and abstract aliens, are all in Fabius Bayer's material library.
He extracted a gland from the body of a half-human-sized, jet-black beetle, and then took a series of hearts from the body of an octopus-like alien.

"What is this thing? A Titan? Don't pollute my resource library!"

Fabius Bayer waved his hand, signaling the slaves to throw the blue-skinned creature down.

He increasingly felt that the creature before him was becoming more and more perfect, closer and closer to his ideal new human being.
This was entirely due to his talent, the inspiration that burst forth from his mind.
Fabius, of course, also heard the voice coming from the subspace.

That thing about the birth of Doraemon, or the God of All Machines...
Fabius Bayer never believed in any gods; he was an atheist. He betrayed the empire and the emperor, but he still adhered to the emperor's ideals.
There are no gods among the stars, nothing worthy of human reverence, and nothing beyond the explanation of reason.
If there is something that cannot be explained by reason, then it must not exist; it is an illusion.
"The so-called gods do not exist; they are a collective illusion."

"They are merely natural phenomena in a subspace, like wind, rain, fire, and the sun. They are indeed powerful, but to endow them with personality and consciousness is no different from the primitive worship of wind gods, rain gods, fire gods, and sun gods—pure superstition." "Your prayers to them and your thirst for power are as ridiculous as primitive people mistaking the hallucinations they see after eating poisonous mushrooms for heaven."

"Do you understand? They're just hallucinations!"

Beside Fabius Bayer, his slaves, the demons residing within the bodies of mutants, listened somewhat silently to Fabius Bayer's sermon.
This guy is absolutely insane.
How could anyone argue with a demon that the gods don't exist?
But these demons, now enslaved by Fabius, dare not directly refute him; they only dare to mock him indirectly.
"My lord, what is your opinion on numerology? This doctrine also claims that the gods can be explained by reason."

Fabius's fingers paused for a moment.
"Compared to numerology, even feudal superstitions seem to have some merit."

"I really don't want to comment on Mortalian. He could at least have some religious worship; primitive witchcraft is too backward!"

Fabius said with a sneer, then continued to manipulate the mass of flesh in front of him.
But Fabius Bayer felt his thoughts becoming increasingly stagnant; inspiration seemed to have sprouted wings and fluttered away, leaving only his increasingly dry brain desperately trying to squeeze out a little more inspiration.
But his mind just wouldn't work.
He felt he was just a tiny bit away from creating a true new human being, just that tiny bit.

If his inspiration lasted just twenty-two more minutes, he could create a truly new human, replace the old, and revitalize the human race.

But it was just a little short, it got stuck at this point.
This made Fabius Bayer extremely irritable, distressed, and impatient, even causing some irrational fluctuations in his normally rational thinking.

He even began to suspect that perhaps it was because he had just humiliated Mortarian, and Mortarian, having overheard him in the Warp, had begun chanting a curse upon him.
Fabius Beyer waved his hands anxiously, as if trying to grasp at his scattered spark of inspiration from the empty air.
In his boundless anxiety, Fabius actually managed to squeeze out just the right drop from his parched sea of ​​inspiration.
This drop wasn't enough to quench his thirst, but it gave Fabius a clue.

Fabius Pierre stared at the twisted mass of flesh before him.
It has sharp claws, an insect-like exoskeleton and compound eyes, octopus-like suckers, and a mouth as large as a Venus flytrap.
This is a new human being about to be born.
But it has not yet truly surpassed all of the old humans.

Among the old humans were twenty-one dazzling jewels, the most perfect creations of the Lord of Humanity.

Primarch, Genome Primarch
Fabius Bayer, in order to create a new human within the bodies of the old humans, must acquire the intelligence of the Primarch.

This is not the kind of cloning we used before, but a true understanding of the wisdom of the Primitive Creator.
He needs it. He needs it.
Something suddenly popped into Bayer's mind.

Blood Stack Blood Stack
A magical artifact containing the complete gene sequence of the protozoa.

It is now in the hands of Belissau Caul.
Fabius wants to obtain that divine artifact.
He needs some allies.
Fabius Bayer thought of a powerful emperor's son.
Hungry. So hungry
It crawled across the earth, emerging from the crevices beneath charred stones, hungry and malnourished.

It moved its shell, carefully crawling across the scorched wasteland.

It still remembers its youth, when this land had abundant water plants, fallen fruit in the forest, and small insects in the mud.
It may not always be able to eat its fill, but it can still store some nutrients in its shell.
Until, until the stars began to burn, the clouds were consumed by orange-red flames, and the earth was torn apart by light falling from the sky, leaving only a desolate wasteland.

Most of its life forms went extinct, and only a few of its species survived through adaptations that evolved by chance.
But I'm so hungry, so hungry, so hungry.
The sky was burning again, but the sun had gone out. It gazed at the burning sky from afar.
It never did such a thing before the sky started burning; it was a waste of energy.
But its thoughts began to wander, pondering what exactly lay in the sky.
Thinking, thinking, so hungry, so hungry.
Consider the stars: is there food to satisfy this hunger?
So hungry, so hungry, so hungry
This hunger coalesced, binding itself into threads unseen by the world, connecting with all the remaining, ravenous creatures on the planet, even beginning to traverse stars and galaxies, reaching distant lands and linking together all the distant hunger.
So hungry so hungry so hungry
The tiny insect raised its head from the barren ground, gnawing at the stone beside its mouth. Its body gradually grew larger, transforming into a shadow, and rose into the high heavens.

He, countless tiny insects, drew forth his will from the ancient memories remaining within existence, stretching out his vast and profound body, sweeping across the subspace and the real world.

His tentacles began to prey on and devour in reality, the slight sense of fullness from feeding flowing into His shadowy body.

But soon, that little bit of fullness was overwhelmed by an uncontrollable hunger.
So hungry, so hungry, so hungry
The ancient hunger had not yet dissipated; He yearned for a more thorough meal, for more to fill His belly.
Longing to enter a body and experience food with lips and teeth.
But He was too big, far too big. He once tried to devour the flesh of a winged vessel, to steal His genes, and to create a body that could contain Him, but He failed.
It failed.
At the very moment this thought arose, an inspiration burst forth in His mind.
As if sensing something, He raised His head, His gaze transcending the limitations of time and space, beginning to survey everything among the stars.
Finally, His gaze fell upon a withered, pale-faced, upright prey.

He saw the blood; the blood He longed for.
The genetic sequence that can accommodate His existence is flowing in the blood.
He will hunt it.
(End of this chapter)