Chapter 157

Rough sand blew over the town of Angel's Descent.

Zhou Yun walked all the way south along Sanguinius Avenue; this street was relatively cooler under the protection of the shadows cast by the angel's wings.

He pushed up the decorative glasses on his face and silently glanced at the Astartes who walked by from time to time on the street.

They were mainly warriors of the Crimson Blades Chapter, who were divided into small groups in the city, worshiping the traces left by Sanguinius.

As for the Blood Knights, it was unknown whether they had left or had collectively gone somewhere, but they were nowhere to be seen on the street.

Ordinary pedestrians were even rarer; more people only dared to hide in their houses, watching the Astartes from afar, and some even didn't dare to cast a glance.

Heavy footsteps left creaking sounds on the sand; one wore pitch-black armor, and the helmet was cast into the shape of a skull.

That angry skull-shaped helmet looked at Zhou Yun, the neatly arranged metal teeth bit tightly onto the breathing tube, and the pale green eye crystals were shimmering in the sun.

A Crimson Blades Space Marine Chaplain; Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.

That face with the symbol of death certainly didn't scare Zhou Yun; he even examined this Chaplain with great interest.

That Chaplain walked toward Zhou Yun with several Space Marines; he nodded slightly to Zhou Yun, and the power armor creaked as a result.

"Hello, respectable resident of Baal Secundus." The Chaplain's voice was deep, with an accent completely different from Baal and the Underworld.

His voice came out through a loudspeaker, slightly deafening: "Do you know where the Great Plaza is?"

"I wish to pay tribute to our father."

This Chaplain seemed to be trying hard to make his voice sound amiable.

But combined with his helmet, his voice, and the loudspeaker, it was enough to scare the children of the whole city into wetting their pants at night.

Zhou Yun blinked gently.

A gentle Chaplain? Really rare, especially among Sanguinius's descendants.

In fact, let alone Sanguinius's descendants, even among Guilliman's descendants, Chaplains are often the most obsessed group in the Chapter.

Could this be the opportunity for him to get the map as judged by the True-False Divination Machine?

But Zhou Yun had not yet arrived at the south of the town of Angel's Descent.

"I am not a native of Baal Secundus." Zhou Yun smiled lightly: "I am Neos Daxiong, a pipe repairman from Ashford, responsible for plugging broken pipes to prevent sewage, mutants, and Genestealers from pouring into the lower hive."

"I am also here to express respect and worship to the Archangel."

When Zhou Yun said respect and worship, the winged figure in the white light in the corner of his eye clearly shook with disdain, as if questioning Zhou Yun's piety and respect for the Archangel.

What a damn birdman.

"But I seem to be lost too." Zhou Yun shrugged, his tone quite helpless.

He didn't directly lead the topic to the map because he felt it was too blunt.

The Chaplain stared at Zhou Yun for a few seconds, then said in a gentle voice: "So that's it, Neos of Ashford, I have heard of your battles; your loyalty is worthy of praise."

"Lost? Your companions seem to be in the south of the city; just keep moving forward along Sanguinius Avenue."

The Chaplain turned and pointed out the direction for Zhou Yun.

It seemed that the four words "Ashford" evoked the Chaplain's favor, and his tone became slightly less deep and gloomy.

Companions? Where would I get companions? Another group of Ashfordians?

Zhou Yun didn't show the doubt in his heart; the face wrapped on his outer side was a fake face made of body clay, which was easy to control expressions.

"Thank you for your guidance." Zhou Yun nodded slightly to show respect, and the Chaplain returned the salute.

Then Zhou Yun continued to walk toward the south of the city, while the Chaplain turned his head to continue looking for the Great Plaza.

"Hello, respectable resident of Baal Secundus."

The Chaplain found another pedestrian again; he said to the shivering pedestrian:

"Do you know where the Great Plaza is?" "I wish to pay tribute to our father."

What he said was exactly the same as what he had just said to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun, who was glancing at him without leaving a trace, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly; although this Chaplain's tone was gentle, he did things in a rigid way, as if there was a template when he spoke.

Could it be that when he speaks, he is following the toilet paper... oh no, the Astartes Codex?

Zhou Yun withdrew his gaze before the Chaplain discovered it.

As a Space Marine, that Chaplain's senses had been extraordinarily enhanced.

But under the fake skin made of body clay, Zhou Yun was wearing the Kaitou DX suit; counting the sensory enhancement brought by that pale death intent, his reaction speed was even a notch faster than the Space Marine Chaplain.

That was why he didn't reveal any substantial flaws before this Chaplain.

Zhou Yun disappeared silently at the end of the street.

After Zhou Yun disappeared, the Chaplain slowly raised his head and looked in the direction where he had disappeared.

"Brother, is there anything suspicious about him?" A Crimson Blades battle-brother standing beside the Chaplain asked.

"..." The Chaplain was silent for a while, only the creaking sound of the power armor resounded: "No."

Whether it was Chaos corruption or genetic mutation, the Chaplain hadn't noticed anything.

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"It's just that his attitude surprised me; few mortals can talk to me without fear. Could it be that the fires of Ashford tempered their residents? Or did their unique faith support them?"

The Chaplain remembered the so-called Saint Doraemon; Commander Dante chose to temporarily tolerate this sect that worshiped a saint not recognized by the State Church.

If that man named Neos was a companion of the Ashfordians in the south of the city, he should also be a believer of Saint Doraemon.

"It's strange to say, the name Neos actually made me feel some holiness, as if the name itself is worthy of respect..."

Vehicles pieced together from crude machinery lay on the southern edge of the town of Angel's Descent, beside the thin red mist.

A group of people wearing flax-colored clothes and with Ashford faces were gathering beside the cars, seemingly holding something tightly in their hands and praying in low voices.

"... is the spirit of the Machine... bless our vehicles to never stall..."

"Hope... bless us to arrive safely..."

The low prayers reached Zhou Yun's ears, and he walked up with curiosity.

Seeing Zhou Yun approaching, they immediately stopped praying and stuffed the things in their hands into their pockets.

They examined Zhou Yun with wary eyes, and finally landed their gazes on Zhou Yun's face, which looked neither like a Baalite nor an Ashfordian.

"Fellow countrymen, where is your convoy heading?" Zhou Yun smiled slightly and asked in Low Gothic with an Ashford accent.

Hearing Zhou Yun's accent, the gazes of this group of Ashfordians became much softer in an instant.

"Second Fudia Town." The leader of the Ashfordians said.

Second Fudia... Zhou Yun blinked gently.

"That's such a coincidence, we're going the same way." He revealed a smile.

(End of chapter)