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

Chapter 668 Hehe, He really believed it!

After Saint Gilles left, Zhou Yun's figure flickered slightly for a few moments.

His physical size remained unchanged, but if Saint Gilles were still standing there, he would be surprised to find that Zhou Yun appeared to have grown much larger.
This is because Zhou Yun awakened fragments of his own consciousness within the city, making them realize that they were not humans from the lunar platform at the end of the 20th century, but rather a part of Zhou Yun himself. This caused Zhou Yun's will to suddenly become immense.

However, it also brought some side effects. Some extreme emotions began to arise in Zhou Yun's will, causing him to have some malicious, extreme, and excessive impulses.

The knowledge needed to fulfill those wicked impulses also popped into his mind.

For example, he could create a biological weapon in an instant that could spread among dwarves, reducing their average height by another ten centimeters.

For example, he could create a spiritual radiation tower to alter the visions seen by the Blood Angels during Black Wrath, making them see a Sichuan opera performance by Horus and Saint Gilles.

For example, he could create a virus that spreads between ink and parchment, altering the word "Empire" in all Ultramarines files to "Second Empire".
"Oh, how could I be so bad!" Zhou Yun couldn't help but think to himself.

He suppressed the extreme emotions within him, restrained those vicious impulses, maintained his basic humanity, and turned his gaze beyond his own domain.

Normally, Zhou Yun maintains the state he was in when communicating with Saint Gilles, completely severing his external will and retaining only his most fundamental will, and he is mostly asleep.

It was only because he had a small meeting to attend that a small part of his will was awakened.

Zhou Yun took a deep breath, his will transforming into a torrent that seeped out of his domain and entered the chaotic and disordered torrents of the Supreme Heaven.

The torrents of the highest heavens surged ceaselessly, a chaotic expanse where it was impossible to distinguish up from down, left from right, or even past from present.

In the highest heavens, there is no time, no space, no distance; here, will is everything, will shapes everything, will fills everything.
Mortal psychics often mistakenly believe that the realms of the gods are real entities, clearly defined, but that is merely an illusion seen by the foolish eyes of mortals, a projection of the gods' will in the warp, a mixture of realms.

Like cups of different colored, immiscible liquids, poured into the same container and viewed through different filters, revealing different perspectives.

As Zhou Yun awakened a slight inclination towards innovation within himself, everything before him changed dramatically.

The subspace appeared as a deep blue expanse, within which the torrents of energy were constantly changing.
Zhou Yun silently observed the torrent. The power of the Vicious Arts Domain wove more and more inspiration, wisdom, and observation into his mind, allowing him to gradually understand the fluctuations in this azure domain. He saw some shadows, a well opening, and a sigh.
Zhou Yun quietly withdrew his gaze. If he looked any longer, he would attract the attention of the Lord of this domain, who was quite troublesome.

Then, Zhou Yun felt a surge of curiosity and joy as everything before him changed once more.
A torrent of pleasure, indulgence, and thirst unfolded before Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun observed the torrent, seeing venomous snakes writhing on the ground, a dancer who resembled a human but was not, performing a solo dance, and a young girl devouring her elder brother.
Zhou Yun carefully observed the scene in the torrent, gradually discerning some details and discovering some of the domain lord's plans, which also attracted the domain lord's attention.

Slaanesh, who was ruminating, gnawing, and digesting Asuyan, suddenly raised its head and let out a shriek with hatred and malice toward Zhou Yun, which sounded like a warning.

"Someone of your caliber isn't qualified to criticize me."

"I think you're giving me too much credit."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun casually pulled a Heavenly Punishment Whip from his pocket.

This whip, specially used to punish those who have committed heinous crimes, was swung violently, and a crackling bolt of lightning shot out from it, piercing into Slaanesh's domain and penetrating his body.

The Slaanesh let out a sharp, mournful howl, like a young girl being electrocuted by a coyote in the middle of the night, a mixture of pain and a hint of excitement and pleasure.

A moment later, the pain subsided, and the anger in Slaanesh's eyes melted away, replaced by a gaze mixed with shame, fear, and a little bit of expectation as he looked at Zhou Yun with teary eyes.

Zhou Yun didn't dwell on the matter; instead, a surge of anger and a yearning for war began to awaken within her.
The scene before His eyes changed in an instant, and He was enveloped in billowing red sand in a flash, with battle roars echoing in His ears.
Before him stood a throne cast in brass, upon which sat a giant clad in black and red armor.
The giant wearing a dog-head-like helmet lowered his head slightly, looking at Zhou Yun through the red-glowing eye sockets inside the helmet.
"God of All Machines, Saint Doraemon, Zhou Yun, welcome to my domain."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly to the Lord of Blood, then turned his gaze to the person opposite him.

Purple, green, and blue subspace fel energy roared and coalesced into a physical form.
Draped in a thin veil, its form, resembling a hybrid of a snake, a sea eel, and a mermaid, possessed both the handsome features of a young man and the allure of a young woman. It writhed in mid-air, its tail coiled, seemingly unwilling to be touched by the dust and sand of the ground.
A swarm of flies buzzed, gathering into a dark cloud that supported a plump, swollen figure atop it. The figure clutched its belly, letting its intestines spill onto the ground, yet a smirk still lingered on its lips.
The ever-changing sound twisted its body, sometimes sprouting feathers to become a giant eagle, sometimes growing scales to become a multi-faceted dragon, sometimes donning a hat to become a wizard with a strange smile, and sometimes picking up a barbell to start exercising.
But this is not their true form, nor their actual shape. This is how a wisp of their will, extending into the Blood God's domain, appears in Zhou Yun's eyes.
Zhou Yun's perception of their appearance depended entirely on his preconceived notions of them.
With a thought, Zhou Yun began to distort his own impression of the Four Gods.

In an instant, Slaanesh transformed into a short, beautiful girl named Xiaonan, whose face possessed both masculine and feminine beauty.
Nurgle transformed into a voluptuous older sister with a gentle smile, wearing a turtleneck sweater and emerald green hair.

Tzeentch has transformed into a beautiful literature student wearing a pointed hat, glasses, and a school uniform. However, beneath the seemingly slender uniform lies a muscular physique.

Only Khorne remained unchanged; the one sitting there was His true form, and the mere will emanating from Zhou Yun could not distort His image.

Otherwise, Zhou Yun would definitely distort His appearance into a black-skinned, beast-eared mercenary older sister.

Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Zhou Yun—five beings from the Warp—gathered in Khorne's domain.
The only thing that could bring together people whose stances, fields, and personalities clash so drastically can be this:
Lord of Darkness
“Some of us have committed extremely foolish acts.” Tzeentch’s will extended outwards, naturally transforming into a comprehensible voice in Zhou Yun’s mind: “Slaanesh, Nurgle, Zhou Yun, do you not understand what the birth of a wicked master of art means?”

“I have observed the tricks of fate. The cursed are nearing their limit. In at most three hundred years, the Dark Lord will be born.”

Slaanesh clearly dismissed Tzeentch's condemnation.
For Him, it was far better for the Emperor to ascend to the position of Dark Lord than for Inard to ascend to the position of Corruption and Destruction.

The birth of Inard only threatens the existence of Slaanesh; it would require Slaanesh, a god, to resist it.

But if the Emperor were to ascend to the position of Dark Lord, that would be a catastrophe for the entire galaxy and the entire warp.
We all need to work together to overcome this pressure; it's not just Slaanesh's problem anymore.

Slaanesh should choose, and Slaanesh should also choose to elevate the emperor.

Nurgle simply laughed heartily—in Zhou Yun's view, he had his arms crossed over his chest—but he didn't say a word.

“Of course, the real culprit is you.” Tzeentch’s gaze fell on Zhou Yun: “I have only one suggestion: hand over part of your domain to weaken the domain of malevolent arts and reduce the pressure on the cursed. This would be good for all of us.”

"If you want it, you have to take it yourself. You already know the rules." Zhou Yun chuckled a couple of times and waved his hand, indicating that if Jianqi wanted His domain, he could come and take it himself.

"War is good, let bloodshed solve it," Khorne's voice boomed.

“There are too many beings in the warp eager to carve up your territory. You can’t fight against the tides of the warp alone,” Tzeentch said in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of persuasion and seduction.

"Do you know that the Ancient Saints once had a plan?" Zhou Yun smiled and looked at Tzeentch: "They once planned to use the Domain of Vicious Arts as a hammer to make Vashtor ascend and smash it into the Domain of Erosion and Destruction, directly causing the Dark Lord to be forcibly born. At that time, the Dark Lord would hold the hammer formed by the Domain of Vicious Arts and burn the entire star sea."

"Guess what I might do if things go wrong?" The scorching air fell silent for a moment, then the Blood God let out two or three battle roars.
"Then let's fight!" Blood God roared.

Tzeentch and Slaanesh cursed a few times.

Only Nurgle, clutching his belly, chuckled and said, "Why don't you hear my opinion?"

“My guest, dear Isa, He can heal the cursed to some extent and delay His ascension.”

Nurgle's words drew the attention of Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and Khorne.

"Does he really have that ability?" Jianqi asked skeptically.

“I do support it,” Slaanesh chuckled. If Isha left Nurgle Garden, he would have a chance.
“But my guest is always timid by nature, afraid that some people will try to harm Him. Should we provide some protection for little Isha?” Nurgle asked with a smile.

“If He truly possesses this ability, then His value is immense. I will not allow Him to be eaten.” Tzeentch squinted as he sized up Slaanesh, Nurgle, and Zhou Yun.

As the goddess of life, Isha certainly possesses this ability, especially considering that over the past ten thousand years, she has continuously consumed Nurgle's broth, analyzed the viruses created by Nurgle, and passed on methods to resist disease to all life in the galaxy. Isha has long since transcended the limitations of Eldar gods, becoming an existence closer to the concept of a goddess of life for the entire galaxy.
It's not surprising that He could heal the emperor to some extent.

“It’s worth a try.” Zhou Yun said with a smile, “Let’s make an agreement: whoever lays a hand on Empress Dowager Isa will lose their head.”

Isa did indeed have the ability to heal the Emperor to some extent, but Zhou Yun's intention in sending her to the throne room was not to prolong the Emperor's life.
After all, once Zhou Yun obtains the Greed Dissolve, the weight of the three domains will quickly erase Isha's healing effect.

Zhou Yun supported Isa's trip for two reasons: first, to conceal his own greed for the Greed Dissolution Domain; and second, to ensure the Emperor was in better condition so he could exert more power at crucial moments.

“I disagree!” Slaanesh objected.

But before He could continue speaking, Zhou Yun's gaze swept over:

"Who is this?"

"Haven't we, Chaos, always been the Four Gods?"

"Where did this lesser god come from, daring to speak at our table?"

As soon as Zhou Yun finished speaking, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Khorne expressed their agreement.

For them, this is a business with no cost.

Slaanesh felt humiliated, but he was, after all, the weakest of the gods. With the four gods in agreement, no one cared about his opinion. Besides, he actually felt a little good about being humiliated in public like this.

"But this is ultimately just a delaying tactic."

Zhou Yun said in a calm and fluent tone:

"I have a way to solve the problem once and for all."

"The Emperor's faith comes entirely from humanity, and the reason He has become so powerful is also because of humanity."

"I am also a god to mankind, and I can take over the faith of mankind."

"As long as you cooperate with me in spreading faith among humans, improving their living standards, and do not hinder or cause trouble for them, I can weaken the Emperor."

"You caused all this trouble, and now you expect us to give you our share of the profits?" Tzeentch retorted, cawing loudly.

"The trouble I caused?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but laugh. "Isn't this the trouble the four of you caused?"

"Did I orchestrate the birth of the Dark Lord? Who instigated the great rebellion? Who helped the Emperor complete the Dark Lord's ritual? And who ultimately messed things up?"

"Even if I don't ascend to become the master of vicious arts, how long can the emperor last? A thousand years? Two thousand years? To you, it's just a snap of the fingers."

"Are you planning to keep stalling? Do you only want the Emperor to become so powerful that he can easily crush us?"

Zhou Yun coldly dismissed Tzeentch, Khorne, and Slaanesh; his words left the beings speechless.

Indeed, the Emperor's current state is ultimately the result of the Four Gods overplaying their hand, coupled with their inability to reach a consensus, which has delayed things until now, allowing the Dark Lord to accumulate terrifying power.

If they hadn't caused that great rebellion back then, and hadn't turned the galaxy into this mess, even if the Dark Lord had been born, he wouldn't have actually been able to destroy the entire galaxy; at most, he would have achieved a new dynamic balance with the Four Gods.

"I will now give you my plan."

"The Emperor believes that humanity must be protected, but this protection does not necessarily have to be Him; it could be the Lord of Darkness."

"Even the Lord of Darkness was the worst choice, so He was willing to cooperate with me in ascending, willing to let me become the master of evil arts, and willing to let me try to take over the majority of human faith."

"I will find a way to weaken the Emperor's power. You must cooperate with me and not hinder my actions."

"Once the Emperor is weakened to a certain extent and I am strengthened to a certain extent, the five of us will join forces to suppress the newly born Dark Lord, dismantle and divide his domain, and ensure that he does not completely destroy the galaxy."

As Tzeentch listened to Zhou Yun's words, his eyes flickered for a few moments.

"So this is what you've been after," Tzeentch said in a low voice.

Zhou Yun responded with only a slight smile.
Hehe, He really believed it!
(End of this chapter)