Chapter 162

As Baal's sun climbed to the high sky, the red mist became much thinner, and even the Scarlet Scar in the sky became a bit dim under the radiance of the star.

The bumpy car drove in the desert, and the town in the distance swayed and twisted in the heat, like a strange Impressionist oil painting.

Zhou Yun always felt that the car would arrive at Second Fudia Town in the next moment.

But the endless desert always makes people make mistakes in distance judgment; the driver told Zhou Yun that there would be at least a twenty or thirty-minute drive.

And Danton seemed to have made up his mind, cast his gaze at Zhou Yun, and opened his mouth to say:

"Brother Huang Daxiong, since we are idle now, are you interested in learning about our redemption and hope, the great Saint Doraemon?"

Saying that, Danton took out a small pendant from his bosom.

He opened his hand, and the pendant lay in his palm, presenting itself before Zhou Yun's eyes.

That was a small, finger-sized, very exquisite carving. The content of the carving was a round blue earless cat with its arms raised high, as if it wanted to pull something into its pocket.

The cat's red nose was inlaid with some turbid bloodstone, and the bell was shining, seemingly made of brass.

"I made it myself."

A shy smile appeared on Danton's face, which looked a bit strange on his somewhat scary face:

"I hope the icon I made with my own hands can let Saint Doraemon feel my piety."

Zhou Yun looked at the "icon" in Danton's hand, and the expression on his face could not help but twitch; he shifted his butt awkwardly in the car.

Danton noticed the embarrassment on Zhou Yun's body.

But he only took it as a performance revealed when accepting a new faith.

"Although it has not yet been recognized by the State Church, Saint Doraemon is undoubtedly a holy saint. After the Hive Fleet invasion ends, I think the State Church will officially recognize Saint Doraemon's position."

Danton explained:

"Do you want to listen? I can repeat some of the Bishop's preaching, and I guarantee there is absolutely no blasphemy in it."

Zhou Yun also wanted to understand... understand what exactly this sect that worshiped him was.

"Okay," he nodded slightly and said.

"Okay, Brother Huang Daxiong, listen to me explain the triple holiness of Saint Doraemon."

Danton put on a serious posture, as if repeating:

"Saint Doraemon has triple holiness; he is the one who holds death, the one who holds machinery, and the one who holds the dragon."

"We know he holds death because the Death-Worshipers on Ashford enlightened us. The Emperor granted the power of death to Saint Doraemon, so Saint Doraemon transformed into Lord Leman Russ, walked on the battlefield, and brought death to the enemies of humanity."

"We know he holds machinery because the Tech-Priest Saholic of the Cadian Assault Army enlightened us. The Great God who holds machinery is three-in-one: one is the Machine God, two is the Omnissiah, and three is the Prime Motive. When Saint Doraemon appears, the spirits of all machines are active and happy, and the machines can operate efficiently; this is the authority of the Prime Motive."

"We know he holds the dragon because the herdsmen on Leisio enlightened us. In the ancient legends of Leisio, the dragon is the thing that devours everything; the Tyranid Hive Fleet feeds on planets, and Saint Doraemon feeds on the Hive Fleet, so Saint Doraemon is the Great Devouring Dragon."

Zhou Yun listened blankly, nodding while listening.

Now I know who did this good deed.

Obviously, Danton and the others believed that Zhou Yun had three kinds of authority.

Death was obviously something cooked up by the Death-Worshipers led by Dichi; the name Doraemon was also likely leaked out from here.

Machinery was done by the Tech-Priest Saholic who followed General Droste; he didn't know how he figured out the conclusion that Zhou Yun could use the Prime Motive, one of the three-in-one of the Machine God.

The Mechanicus believes that the Machine God is three-in-one, namely the Machine God, the Omnissiah who is the incarnation of the Machine God in the human world, and the Prime Motive, the source of all power.

And that inexplicable dragon at the end... it was highly likely developed from the faith of the herdsmen on Leisio. Their prophecy believed that the Tyranids were dragons that devoured everything.

But after seeing Zhou Yun's behavior of stuffing Tyranids into his four-dimensional pocket, the herdsmen of Leisio figured that Zhou Yun ate even the Tyranid Hive Fleet, so Zhou Yun was obviously more of a dragon than the Tyranid Hive Fleet...

So these three parties began to connect and merge on the starship.

After the refugee settlement was formed on the Baal system, with the gathering of the residents of the Underworld system, a sect that believed in Saint Doraemon was born...

"I am ashamed to say, our sect had a split within three months."

Danton said with some shame:

"The Death-Worshipers were the first to lead us to start believing in Saint Doraemon, but in the end, most of the Ashfordians and almost all the Leisio people broke away from them and established a new sect under the leadership of two Bishops."

"We now mainly believe in Saint Doraemon's holiness regarding machinery, worship his devouring ability as a dragon, and look forward to him blessing our machine efficiency to be forever high, and devouring the Tyranid Hive Fleet that is about to descend on Baal."

Zhou Yun roughly understood.

The Death-Worshipers themselves had the framework of a sect and were a sect tacitly approved by the Empire, so they naturally took on the task of leading the faith.

But the content of the Death-Worshipers' faith was too explosive, and the vast majority of people couldn't accept it, so a split occurred very quickly.

The Leisio people and most of the Ashfordians separated and established a new sect.

"... The Death-Worshipers didn't kill you all?" Zhou Yun could not help but marvel.

According to Zhou Yun's impression of the Death-Worshipers, Dichi didn't directly chop off all their heads and offer them to the Emperor?

Were they already so kind-hearted?

Danton's expression stiffened slightly, and he hurriedly waved his hand: "We do have differences, but we still acknowledge each other's faith, just with different focuses... at least for the time being, it hasn't reached that extent." "Hmm, for the time being... Besides, fighting the Hive Fleet needs everyone's strength; death will always wait for us, and they probably aren't in a hurry for this moment."

Zhou Yun nodded approvingly.

The Hive Fleet was coming; as residents of the Underworld system who had escaped from the mouths of the Tyranid Hive Fleet, they knew very well that they would inevitably step onto the battlefield like they did in the Underworld system.

The few people Zhou Yun could see seemed to have accepted this fate, and Zhou Yun could even feel Danton's hatred for the Tyranid Hive Fleet.

I don't know if it was the effect of faith or the effect of blood feud, but the sentient beings of the Underworld system were now twisted together.

Presumably, this was also the reason why Dante let them develop their faith; by relying on faith to condense into one, they could be better commanded and mobilized.

This pieced-together bumpy small car slowly drove into the town.

This town looked even narrower than the town of Angel's Descent; the road could barely accommodate one car, but the stalls on both sides of the road spread disorderly onto the road, and everyone had to get off at the edge of the town.

Almost all the buildings in this small town were crude shacks, with strange shapes, and it was unknown what materials they were built from.

Most of the streets and buildings were covered with domes that blocked the sky, as if the residents here had fear of the sky.

After Zhou Yun walked into the street, he heard the sound of oil splashing; on the stall by the street, roasted desert big rats were sizzling with oil.

Zhou Yun took a deep breath of the air full of oily dirt, looked at the narrow streets and the covered sky before him, and felt a sense of peace inexplicably in his heart.

"Ah, the taste of the hive." Zhou Yun could not help but sigh.

He had lived in the hive for so long, and he could also understand the sense of peace brought by these narrow streets and covered sky.

"When I first came to Baal, I was almost scared to the point of being unable to walk."

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Danton sighed on the side:

"The sky is so big, everything is so wide, and you can't see the end at a glance. I felt that I became very small in this world; a little sand, a wisp of yellow wind could kill me. This took me several days to learn how to walk again."

"The environment of the hive is still reassuring, right?"

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement, and Danton bought a few roasted rats from a stall and handed them to Zhou Yun.

"Try it, is it the same taste as Ashford?" Danton grinned.

Zhou Yun took a look; this roasted thing should be some kind of rat living in the desert, skinned and roasted with sauce.

He took a bite and found that the taste was actually not bad... Thinking about it, these desert rats were not the rats in the sewers of Ashford;

Both the meat quality and the hygiene level were far superior.

"Completely different, much better than the ones in Ashford." Zhou Yun sighed.

When he was in Ashford, he almost didn't eat this kind of roasted rat common on the roadside; the taste was really too fishy and smelly.

"I think so too." Danton nodded in agreement, and then signaled Zhou Yun to look in the direction of the street.

"At the end of this street is the small church we built for Saint Doraemon."

"Brother Huang Daxiong, if you want to convert or just want to understand us, you can go there and take a look."

"A Bishop will give a speech in this small church, which is rare."

Bishop... Zhou Yun was slightly stunned, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This should be the opportunity judged by the True-False Divination Machine to find the map.

Ashford refugees crossed the Baal system; presumably, they also had ways to communicate and travel with each other.

A map that could guide Zhou Yun to the main planet of Baal must exist.

That Bishop could very well be Zhou Yun's old acquaintance; even if not, he could take Zhou Yun to see Old One-Eye or Leina.

I don't know how they are doing; with their skills, it shouldn't be a problem to leave Ashford safely.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yun smiled and followed Danton to that small church.

I feel that my mental state has been very poor these two days, it's uncomfortable.

(End of chapter)