Chapter 22: Alas, Imperial Truth!

"It's a pity Captain Loken adamantly forbade me from revealing the situation at the time."

"Otherwise, I would definitely have written a long poem about it, about deception, betrayal, and the destruction that is bound to come."

"But it's not without harvest."

"I recorded the strange characters Erebus tattooed on his face, and also recorded quite a few ancient incantations of the Davin Lodge."

"It's just that I can't understand a single word; perhaps I should find a herald to help me translate and interpret them... I wonder if Old Sindermann has time to interpret these characters."

Huh? Strange characters on Erebus's face? Ancient incantations of the Davin Lodge?

Zhou Yun's eye twitched slightly, a sense of ominous feeling rising in his heart; his finger gently turned to the next page——————

Bang!

After glancing at the words on the next page, Zhou Yun hurriedly slammed the notebook shut.

It was indeed full of twisted, abstract Davin hieroglyphs; just a glance made Zhou Yun feel slightly dizzy.

"What's wrong?" Morgott noticed Zhou Yun's strange behavior.

Zhou Yun just shook his head, his expression somewhat unable to hold up.

"They are indeed incantations circulated among the Warrior Lodges on Davin," the winged figure in the white light said in a low voice.

His voice carried some disgust and disdain, as if those characters were extremely blasphemous and dirty things.

Davin, the place where Horus was corrupted.

The humans on that planet were eroded by Chaos, becoming like beasts.

These Davinites formed a large number of Warrior Lodges with dark beliefs, and the monks of Chaos served dark secret cults among them.

And the true objects worshipped by those secret cults were the gods in the Warp.

They obtained a large number of blasphemous secrets belonging to the Warp from the gods.

Ignace Karkasy actually courted death so much as to record the incantations circulated among the lodges on the planet Davin.

That was close; he almost let this guy harm himself across ten thousand years.

A bead of sweat dripped down Zhou Yun's forehead.

It's quite possible that the branch director in this Corpse Guild was corrupted by Chaos only after cracking some of the incantations in the notebook...

Thinking of this, Zhou Yun opened the notebook again and, without hesitation, tore off the creamy yellow pages filled with Davin hieroglyphs and threw them on the ground.

The twelve lasguns he was controlling with telekinesis and hovering beside him aimed at the paper thrown on the ground and fired a volley.

Only after watching the papers filled with blasphemous incantations burn to ash did Zhou Yun breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Watching Zhou Yun's strange behavior, Morgott and Margit looked at each other.

"Nothing, just some dirty things on those few pieces of paper,"

Zhou Yun, who had caught his breath, looked at Morgott and Margit and shook his head.

"Dirty things?" Morgott showed some curiosity: "How dirty?"

"Very dirty, as dirty as the wild history of Leman Russ selling hooks," Zhou Yun looked at the ash on the ground with disdain.

Listening to the blasphemous words from Zhou Yun's mouth, Morgott's eye twitched slightly.

How did this guy manage to say such blasphemous words so casually?

Even he, a mutant, couldn't help but want to send him to the pyre after hearing it.

Morgott looked at Margit beside him and found that his brother was also somewhat speechless.

The two exchanged glances, and Morgott stepped forward and patted Zhou Yun on the shoulder.

"Brother, if you can't make it in the Underhive one day, come to the Bottom Hive."

"We brothers have a certain status in the Bottom Hive."

Zhou Yun gave Morgott a strange look: "What are you talking about? I'm not a mutant; why would I want to go to the Bottom Hive?"

"But you're a heretic," Morgott said seriously: "Damn, my brother and I together aren't as heretical as you."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun frowned heavily and reached out to pat Morgott's hand away: "Don't you dare slander my innocence,"

"My loyalty to humanity is as clear as the sun and moon; there are no two suns in the sky, and in my heart, there is only the Emperor, the one cold sun."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun looked at Morgott and Margit righteously:

"I wholeheartedly believe in the following truth: there are no ghosts or gods among the stars, no supernatural phenomena, and no magic or witchcraft; all things can be interpreted through scientific means; humanity can overcome everything through the light of reason; nothing should be worshipped; a rational galaxy needs to completely eliminate the backward concept of religion."

Zhou Yun's voice was sonorous and powerful; Margit and Morgott were stunned on the spot for a moment.

The two looked at each other in astonishment, and then couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Your mouth really knows how to tell jokes," Morgott couldn't help but shake his head.

Margit also couldn't help but sigh and say: "Who came up with this 'truth' full of lies? How blasphemous and heretical."

"Whether in the Ecclesiarchy or in the secret cults in the shadows, such theories are stupid enough to be sent to the pyre."

If there are no ghosts or gods among the stars, where does the Astronomican that illuminates the galaxy come from? And what are those great existences in the Warp?

If there are no supernatural phenomena and magic or witchcraft, what are the priests, psykers, and cultists casting?

If all things can be understood by science, why are the Warp and the material universe covered in thick mysteries?

If the light of human reason can overcome everything, and humanity does not need faith and worship, why does the Ecclesiarchy exist?

Morgott and Margit couldn't help but laugh out loud because every word in this "truth" was contrary to reality.

"Yeah, who came up with such shocking lies?" Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.

The winged figure in the white light trembled slightly.

"Alas... Imperial Truth..." he sighed with deep resentment.

Morgott caught his breath, came back to his senses from the laughter just now, and patted Zhou Yun on the shoulder.

"Anyway, be careful not to end up on the pyre."

"If you can't make it, come to the Bottom Hive to find me; we're all brothers."

As he spoke, Morgott punched Zhou Yun on the shoulder.

Zhou Yun shrugged.

No matter how he thought about it, he wouldn't end up in the Bottom Hive...

"I'd rather go to the Bottom Hive than this!"

Zhou Yun endured the feeling of his stomach churning, covered his forehead, and squatted on the freight train, watching Lage and several gang members move the three hundred infantry autoguns.

After crawling out of the Old Eighth District, he parted ways with Morgott and Margit and took the freight train back to this district.

Facts proved that even without a hangover, this broken train was still torturous.

If he had known, he would have followed the Margit brothers to the Bottom Hive; at least he wouldn't have to take this life-taking train again.

"Brother Zhou Yun, do you want to go to the Sharp Spear for a round tonight?" Lage patted Zhou Yun on the back with a grin.

Not only did Zhou Yun make a big profit from this batch of infantry autoguns, but Lage must have also gotten quite a few benefits in the middle.

Zhou Yun almost couldn't hold back from vomiting; he patted Lage's hand away, shook his head, and said:

"No, I'm so damn sick I want to vomit on your face."

He rubbed his brow, stood up, and now he just wanted to go home and lie down for a good sleep.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 23 =====