Chapter 70: The Emperor Has Granted: Blood Sacrifice to the Emperor

The card bore the image of a corpse, browned by age and blackened by death.

The corpse was bound to a massive golden throne, its mouth open in a scream invisible within the physical universe.

Behind the corpse, a burning sun hung suspended.

The Emperor—this card’s name was The Emperor.

It symbolized hope buried in cold darkness.

The Emperor in the upright position.

Zhou Yun glanced at the Tarot card in Leina’s hand, his lips twitching faintly.

Fuck me, the Emperor bastard is trying to CPU me!

The upright Emperor card signifies that hope still lingers in cold darkness, or that the Emperor believes in you.

The Emperor Tarot card is said to be linked to the Emperor’s own will.

If that’s true, then this Tarot card in Zhou Yun’s hand is the Emperor’s endorsement of him.

Zhou Yun would rather the old man gave him something tangible.

Like sending a Daemon Prince or an Imperial Daemon Army to manifest?

At the very least, give me a Chosen buff.

Zhou Yun kept mentally berating the Emperor.

“I can’t deal with you, you damn Emperor.”

Zhou Yun rubbed his temples and muttered softly.

He looked down at Leina:

“Can I take this as the Emperor’s permission?”

Zhou Yun shook the Tarot card in his hand and asked.

Leina nodded gently.

Since the Emperor has granted permission,

“Since you’ve granted it, don’t blame me for using profane methods.”

Zhou Yun muttered, then turned to Leina:

“You can hide yourself without issue, right?”

Leina nodded.

Though her combat power was virtually zero, her prophetic ability let her avoid danger and evade harm.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, removed his fourth-dimensional pocket, clenched it in his hand, and stood up.

The moment he rose, he felt several gene-thieves nearby fix their gaze upon him.

Zhou Yun met their stares, straightened his clothes, and walked to the center of the road.

The gene-thieves silently edged closer to his position.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

Zhou Yun cleared his throat and raised both hands toward the surroundings:

“OK! Guys, look at me!”

“I’ve got an announcement!!”

The surrounding gene-thieves and civilians stared at Zhou Yun in bewilderment.

Zhou Yun grinned, revealing the fourth-dimensional pocket in his palm.

A hidden gene-thief guard crept silently toward Zhou Yun.

His sharp longsword sliced through the air, stabbing toward Zhou Yun.

Yet, a bloated corpse suddenly appeared out of nowhere,

Landing between Zhou Yun and the gene-thief guard.

The sword pierced the corpse’s swollen abdomen, and pus surged forth.

The corpse grinned, reaching out to grab the gene-thief guard.

The gene-thief guard swung his sword like wind, slicing the corpse into two halves in an instant.

A gloved fist emerged from between the severed halves, slamming into the guard’s sword.

The guard parried, but the blade twisted and snapped— the fist crashed into his deformed body beneath the robe.

His body burst like a balloon beneath the robe, spraying gore everywhere.

In his final moment,

He saw countless plague zombies pouring from Zhou Yun’s fourth-dimensional pocket like a tidal wave.

Item: Plague Zombie

[Origin: Mingfuzhidunxingxi - Asifudexing - Fudiyachengdichao ]

[Evaluation: Victims of the zombie plague, eternally decaying corpses capable of forming an endless sea of rot. Bitter, cold, toxic; effective for digesting blockages, inducing vomiting and purging. Not edible.]

[Production Date: 998.M41]

[Status: You’re offering this junk to the Future Department Store?]

[Value: 50 credits]

“What the hell is this?! Corpses! Living corpses!”

“Zombies! Plague zombies!!”

“Cultists! Cultists are attacking!!”

Zombies with bloated, pale skin swung crude weapons, baring fangs and reaching with bony fingers toward the people and gene-thieves around them.

Rotting corpses converged into a stinking tide of flesh, swarming with scavenger worms that injected plague toxins into the living.

Gene-thieves clashed with plague zombies.

Massive, hulking mutants in heavy robes swung giant hammers, crushing plague zombies into pulp—but more surged forward and buried them.

Gene-thief guards dodged through the zombie tide, slashing down the dead, but the plague zombies multiplied by infecting nearby civilians, shrinking their escape range.

Lower-tier gene-thieves fired their guns at the plague zombies, but unless the skulls were destroyed, the zombies ignored all damage.

“How is this possible! How did these plague zombies breach the defense wall!!”

Gene-thieves panicked, trying to suppress the resistance, yet still couldn’t comprehend how the plague zombies had appeared.

That defense wall was an ancient artifact from ten thousand years ago—how did these plague zombies slip silently into Zone One?

Zhou Yun stood amid the rotting tide, and the decaying corpses seemed to obey him, parting away from him.

Last night, he returned to the mutant settlement specifically to bring these vast numbers of plague zombies.

Zhou Yun’s fourth-dimensional pocket lacked conditions to sustain life long-term.

But plague zombies weren’t truly alive—they could survive in the endless black void within the fourth-dimensional pocket.

Not just plague zombies.

“There are many living here. All can be infected by the zombie plague and become our strength.”

Malkit emerged from the fourth-dimensional pocket, gazing around in surprise:

“You actually got us into Zone One.”

Malkit, blessed by Nurgle’s power, could survive extreme environments for a time.

“What’s the situation? What’s the target?”

“The gene-thief chieftain built a biomass pool underground, using genetic data transmitted via an Aethyr engine to create Tyranids.”

As Zhou Yun spoke, he pulled the psychic hood from his fourth-dimensional pocket and placed it on his head:

“Monge is also underground in the administrative building. Target: destroy or sever the Aethyr engine to halt Tyranid production.”

Malkit nodded slightly, quickly grasping the situation.

He tore off his robe, revealing his twisted, bloated, rotting body beneath, and drew the triangular shortsword hanging at his waist.

“Father God, I shall sing sevenfold praises of death in reverence of your gift.”

Malkit raised his triangular shortsword and cried out sharply:

“All things rot, yet all beings endure!!”

The surrounding plague zombies echoed his cry with piercing shrieks.

Watching this, Zhou Yun felt an unexpected surge of impulse within him.

The impulse to pray to the Emperor.

He drew his blade, Dian Guang Wan, and shouted aloud:

“Blood sacrifice to the Emperor! Skulls offered to the Golden Throne!”

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(End of Chapter)