socalfunplaces 0063 You made him a lowly being, a pitiful slave forever bound.
0063 You made him a lowly being, a pitiful slave forever bound.
"Are you really going to be a tutor?"
"Is what you're teaching really legitimate?"
Even though half a day had passed and she had already cooked a meal in the kitchen of the villa that Marcus Guilliman had given to Zhou Yun, Tita still found it hard to accept reality.
Zhou Yun placed the Tarasa tomato egg between two slices of garlic bread, carefully lifted it up to keep the delicate soft-boiled egg from breaking, and then popped it into his mouth.
Tita's cooking skills are getting better and better.
Zhou Yun thought to himself as he chewed.
He swallowed the food in his mouth, smiled, and looked at Tita, saying:
"In fact, Lord Marcus's illegitimate son is a god walking among men. His power is enough to knock down the Senate Hall like a building block. His survivability is so strong that he can float in the vacuum of space without dying. His mind is so sharp that he can rule the entire galaxy by himself. He can also give birth to 250,000 blue warriors with his genes flowing in his veins. He can arrive at any location to provide support within nine hours. He can face 6,000 warships by himself and still hold his own. He only needs to write one book to dismantle millions of superhuman soldier legions."
"His only dream is to farm. I am teaching him how to grow blueberries, how to prevent pests and diseases, how to deal with unexpected events and changes in the planting process, how to handle a war caused by a brother's sudden betrayal, and how to guard against a brother poisoning his sword during a duel. This house is a gift from me as a token of his gratitude."
"You're saying such nonsense again!" Tita scoffed, complaining. "Keep lying to me like this, I'm not worried about you at all."
Zhou Yun couldn't help but laugh out loud. He hadn't told a single lie—well... except for the nine-hour support part.
After dinner, Tita decided to read a book while admiring the yard of her new home, preparing for her upcoming school exams.
After putting the plate into the kitchen sink, Zhou Yun found a relatively dimly lit room among the many rooms and sat down cross-legged.
This villa is located on the busiest street in Macurag, its reality heavy and imposing, far less sparse than the curtains of that triangular room in the Catholic Church.
But simply sending one's will back to the Golden Throne and into a new body doesn't require a very thin veil.
Zhou Yun hadn't done it in the apartment before simply because he was worried about making a fuss.
He took a deep breath, his will rising back to the golden throne. Scorching flames swept over him, and Zhou Yun's gaze from the golden throne fell on Nuseria, which was half-submerged in the warp and covered by the tide of blood.
That was Nutheria, discovered inside Angron, from another point in time.
There was a heavy attraction above, calling to Zhou Yun, an attraction more powerful than any body he had ever possessed before.
Zhou Yun immersed his will into that world...
The smell of blood, the smell of war, the smell of anger...
Breathing, the filter in the steel helmet groaned, barely pumping air into the helmet and into Zhou Yun's lungs. Then, flames surged down from the golden throne, scorching Zhou Yun's new body and healing the fatal wound.
The next second, Zhou Yun sensed that this body possessed a spiritual talent, a powerful spiritual talent, stronger than all of Zhou Yun's previous bodies combined, and it had already transcended realms.
Zhou Yun, clad in his power armor, lay prostrate amidst the crimson sands. He could sense the terrifying warp forces swirling beneath the veil. Those warp forces were singing, mountains of corpses and seas of blood were singing, the planets destroyed by the Devourers and Word Bearers were singing—songs of death, songs of pain, songs of bloodshed, songs of... a storm of destruction.
Those storms converge here, upon Nutheria, where they are guided, reshaped, and elevated...
The MKII Expeditionary Power Armor let out a mournful cry. Zhou Yun slightly raised his head, and through the blood-stained goggles, he could barely make out everything in front of him.
Corpses clad in blue and white, blue and gold, and dark red power armor piled up like mountains. The sky was dark and sunless, and a twisted storm releasing blood-red light filled the entire firmament, tearing open the curtain of reality. A torrential rain of blood fell from the sky, sprinkling it upon the land of Nuseria.
He sensed eighteen souls similar to his own, sharing the same bloodline and similar psychic powers. They were the last nineteen, their psychic powers having just coalesced to fight against the high priest who controlled the storm of destruction.
But they failed; the priest shattered their unified psychic power.
Zhou Yun saw a figure over three meters tall, without a helmet, its head, engraved with intricate runes, exposed to the warm rain of blood. It held a scepter that shone like light, its arms outstretched, chanting ancient and blasphemous incantations.
He is the High Priest, the High Priest of Chaos, the conductor of the bloody symphony of the Destruction Storm. He is directing the Destruction Storm to surge into reality, elevating what lies before him...
A roar resounded as the demigod, clad in brass armor and with the Butcher's Nail driven into his skull, raised his head and howled at the crack in the sky.
The rain of blood fell more fiercely and scalding hotter, landing on the ground, corpses, and broken terracotta armor, stirring up bursts of yellowish-brown steam.
Flickering sulfur flames swirled in the air as terrifying, horned demons, appearing and disappearing in the shadows, pounded their brass shields in celebration.
The demigod's body and mind were reshaped by the destructive storm that surged into reality. His brass armor melted away in an instant, and his battered body began to swell and break apart. Blood and flesh disintegrated, leaving only the purest energy to forge his shell.
The crimson inhuman flesh was bathed in a rain of blood, every inch of its muscle a manifestation of pure rage. Then, the lust for slaughter unfolded, transforming into fleshy wings that stretched across his back. The bloodthirsty impulse transformed into sharp claws that grew from his limbs, and the Butcher's Nails hummed, transforming into chains that completely merged into his being.
Angron.
That's Angron.
Zhou Yunming recognized the face immediately, but it was only now that he matched the bloodthirsty and furious demon with the gentle and kind gladiator brother.
Why?
The questioning voices rang out amidst the rain of blood, reaching the very hearts of everyone present.
The think tank member, clad in blue and white power armor, wearing a psionic hood, and blinded by psionic backlash, stood at the forefront of the nineteen, posing a question to the high priest whose face was etched with runes:
"You have corrupted our father; what a wicked thing you have turned him into!"
From his memories, Zhou Yun vaguely grasped the identity of the think tank, and also a bit of his own identity, as Volias, their think tank director.
Think tank...they are all think tanks, the think tanks of the World Devourers...no, the think tanks of the war hounds...the last war hounds...
No, I saved him.
The high priest, his face bathed in blood, was serene and peaceful as he addressed the think tank members:
"I have elevated him, you should thank me, your entire legion should thank me."
"I made him a sublime being, an eternal and indestructible blood prince."
The think tank director, Volias, with his eyes bulging out of their sockets, gently shook his head, his face seemingly carrying all the sorrow of the world.
No, Luojia Aurelion.
+You made him a lowly being, a pitiful slave forever bound.+