Chapter 15: You're the Heretic, Your Whole Family Are Heretics

The gang leader looked somewhat dazed at the red-rusted dagger pressed against his throat,

The dagger was not particularly sharp, but it was stained with dark red blood, twisted rust resembling runes, and streaks of corrosion, exuding an eerie and sinister aura.

Combined with the words spoken by the man who had suddenly appeared behind him.

It was coated with deadly corruption venom; even a slight scrape would turn one into a pool of pus, and even the soul would be corrupted, unable to return to the Golden Throne.

The gang leader couldn't help but swallow hard, trembling as he turned his head to look at the man behind him,

Then, the leader's pupils contracted sharply, and his legs shook uncontrollably.

What a terrifying face this was, with eyes like an owl and a mouth like a tiger, so grim it seemed carved from igneous rock in the deepest, darkest pit, like a lion lurking in the shadows.

The gang leader suspected that if he made even the slightest move to defy the person before him, he would be stabbed by this dagger into pus, falling into the realm of demons.

Not only the gang leader, but the nearby gang members and hive workers were also terrified.

Appearing suddenly like a ghost, claiming the dagger in hand had blasphemous effects, with a face so cold and terrifying it made legs weak.

Heretics! They are heretics!

The gang members suddenly felt their legs go weak,

In the hive, the most dangerous things were never the various criminal gangs, but those blasphemous heretics.

The gang leader panted heavily, looking at the dagger pressed against his neck, and hurriedly spoke with a trembling voice:

"Please don't be anxious, please don't be anxious. Whatever the matter, we can talk about it."

Looking at the gang members and hive workers who were so scared they felt numb, Zhou Yun felt a bit numb himself for a moment.

He had only intended to take the gang leader hostage and use the Any Ring to enter the PDF base as an opportunity,

But now it seemed the effect was a bit too good.

Zhou Yun noticed the eyes staring at him were clearly the eyes of someone looking at a heretic.

"Don't be afraid, I am not some heretic."

Zhou Yun said in a gentle voice:

"I just want to enter the PDF base; I hope you won't stop me."

"Look at my face, full of righteousness; am I not loyal?"

Saying this, Zhou Yun leaned his face close to the gang leader.

The gang leader's expression crumpled together, and his legs shook uncontrollably.

Yes, yes, yes, you, your old self, are not a heretic.

If you weren't a heretic, how could you appear suddenly like a phantom? If you weren't a heretic, how could your dagger have poison that corrupts the soul?

The gang leader glanced at the scarlet dagger pressed against his neck, remained silent for a moment, then nodded fiercely and said:

"Yes, yes, yes, you are right."

"You clearly are not a heretic; your face clearly shows righteousness and loyalty to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang."

"Look at this... this face like a lion; it looks full of sincerity, with no secrets at all."

Zhou Yun nodded in deep agreement.

His face was modeled after the Primarch Lion El'Jonson; how could it not look loyal?

"I am very satisfied with your cooperation."

Zhou Yun patted the gang leader's shoulder approvingly and waved toward the distant shadows.

Meng and Marqit, cloaked in brown robes with their faces covered, walked out from there.

The surrounding gang members all made way for the two of them.

Meng walked to Zhou Yun's side and nodded stiffly at him.

Zhou Yun signaled Meng to take the dagger and help him hold the gang leader hostage, then led him and Marqit to the foot of the rubble mountain.

He reached into his clothes and, hidden by the fabric, took the Any Ring from his four-dimensional pocket and pressed it against the rubble mountain.

"Crawl in," Zhou Yun signaled to Meng and Marqit.

"Crawl in?" Meng said, somewhat confused and dazed.

Since the beginning, he hadn't kept up with Zhou Yun's train of thought; he just felt everything happened suddenly, with Zhou Yun taking the gang leader hostage and bringing them to the foot of the rubble mountain.

Then, he didn't know where he got a golden ring as tall as a person, placed it on the wall, and a pitch-black hole appeared within the ring.

"Crawl through, and you'll be at the PDF base." Saying this, Zhou Yun crawled in first.

Marqit followed shortly after; Meng hesitated for a moment, pushed the gang leader aside, and crawled in as well.

Immediately, the scene before his eyes seemed to swirl, and when his head emerged from the ring, he was already in a vast open space.

He blinked and realized he had passed through the rubble mountain and arrived before the PDF base.

Before him was the dilapidated PDF camp, with the family crest of Governor Flax painted on the walls.

Meng, still somewhat dazed, watched as Zhou Yun stuffed the golden ring into his clothes.

He remained silent for a moment, slowly digesting what had just happened, and couldn't help but say:

"You wouldn't happen to be a heretic, would you?"

Zhou Yun glanced at Meng and said with disdain: "You, a heretic, have the nerve to call me one."

"Never mind; with your level of competence, calling you a heretic is already a compliment."

Zhou Yun shook his head, never expecting to be called a heretic by a heretic one day.

Although he had no heartfelt loyalty or faith in the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, at least he hadn't worshipped those Warp ghosts and goblins, had he?

Those two Nurgle followers were actually condemning him as a heretic.

"Fam, who gets it? This down-to-earth heretic," Zhou Yun muttered sarcastically in a low voice.

Meng shook his head: "My brother and I are not heretics; we are here for the sake of all of Asford."

"Even heretics don't think they are heretics," Zhou Yun shrugged and said.

"Aren't you the same?" Menge retorted with a sneer.

"Alright, Menge, if it weren't for Ryan Ruth's help, we wouldn't have gotten in this easily." Margit smoothed things over.

When he said the name Ryan Ruth, there was still a trace of awkwardness.

Zhou Yun gave him a slight nod: "My target is the weapons in the warehouse. If you lot want to do some necromancy or whatever, wait until I've moved everything."

"You're going to move all the weapons in the warehouse by yourself?" Menge said, somewhat surprised. "It's not that you want to do some necromancy, is it?"

"Sigh, you misunderstand us. We only came here to find a few documents." Margit said, shaking his head.

Hearing this, Zhou Yun nodded: "Fine, if you're going to look for files, see if you can help me find a map of the Old Eighth District while you're at it."

"Of course." Margit smiled and nodded.

With that, the three of them walked together toward the entrance of the PDF outpost,

Just before entering the outpost, Margit slowed his pace slightly, letting himself fall half a body length behind Menge and Zhou Yun.

Then, in an extremely soft voice, he chanted a seven-syllable incantation.

(End of chapter)