Chapter 25: The people of the city will be grateful

Psykers...

Listening to Old One-Eye's words, Zhou Yun couldn't help but look at him with curious eyes.

In the Underhive, psykers are almost equivalent to urban legends circulating in the streets.

They are terrifying legends that can stop children from crying at night, one of the ghosts and monsters that may be lurking in the Bottom Hive, and an ominous curse that is taboo.

Everyone hates psykers, just like hating a legendary demon, but who has ever seen a psyker with their own eyes?

But Old One-Eye's tone was as if he had seen a psyker before.

"You should know about psykers, right?"

Old One-Eye put down the rag for wiping the cup and pulled a stool to sit opposite Zhou Yun:

"You are much more knowledgeable than the vast majority of Underhive people."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly.

Of course he knew what a psyker was.

Most psykers are actually a group of poor wretches.

They are born linked to the Warp and can manipulate the power of the Empyrean.

But in contrast, their souls are as dazzling as torches in the Warp, and they can be eroded and corrupted at any time.

In the end, they turn into a portal for demons to invade the real physical universe.

Because of this, the Empire has strict management and control over psykers.

For those psykers who may lose control, their end is often to be firewood for the Astronomican.

But the Empire is huge, and there are always some fish that slip through the net, hiding in the shadows and becoming illegal psykers to survive.

If according to Old One-Eye's statement,

the leader of the Ark Cult is indeed likely an illegal psyker...

Or...

Zhou Yun's eyes moved slightly.

In the organizational structure of Genestealers, under the right claw of the Genestealer Patriarch, there exists what is called a "Genestealer Magus."

A Genestealer Magus is a powerful psyker, and their appearance is almost indistinguishable from a human.

They are the agents of the Patriarch, the managers of the brood, using proud eloquence and debating skills to deceive humans and discover and expand the cult.

Zhou Yun deeply suspected that the so-called leader of the Ark Gang was this thing.

A powerful Genestealer psyker.

"Someone came to ask about you this morning, and I fooled them away,"

Old One-Eye suddenly opened his mouth, interrupting Zhou Yun's thoughts.

"Ask about me?"

Zhou Yun felt some vigilance in his heart:

"What is there to ask about me?"

Unless the Genestealers discovered that those few mixed-blood new believers were killed by him.

But... it shouldn't be...

He cleaned up the traces on the ground, and he used an air gun potion that didn't contain psyker power.

Even the Sanctifiers among the Genestealers couldn't possibly track him.

"It was the Ark Gang, the guys wearing flaxen robes with stupid spaceship symbols drawn on their faces,"

Old One-Eye poured himself a cup of blood-red bubbling wine and said:

"Did you offend them?"

Zhou Yun shook his finger, indicating that he had no connection with them.

Unless they really are a Genestealer Cult, Zhou Yun said silently in his heart.

"Could it be that I sold weapons to the local gang, and they hold a grudge against me?" Zhou Yun joked half-jokingly.

"Hard to say; psykers all have some problems with their minds," Old One-Eye shook his head seriously.

"Tell me, what exactly happened last night?" Zhou Yun inquired.

"The Ark Gang launched a surprise attack on our district last night, and the local gang was caught off guard, losing a small half of their territory right from the start."

Old One-Eye poured the blood-red wine into his throat to moisten his throat and said:

"But the local gang isn't all softies; relying on their familiarity with the streets, they quickly held the defense line."

"Who knew that a bastard saw that the situation was not good and surrendered to the Ark Gang, leading the Ark Gang to bypass the rear and launch a sneak attack."

"The Ark Gang was unstoppable, fighting all the way to the door of the local gang's stronghold."

Old One-Eye smacked his lips, poured himself another cup of wine, and continued:

"The rest is the same as what you just heard."

"Relying on the weapons you gave, the local gang should have held on."

"As a result, the leader of the Ark Gang stood alone in front of the muzzle, chanting the Holy Scripture."

"The local gang seemed to be possessed and stunned on the spot; at the woman's command, they all obediently put down their automatic infantry guns."

As he spoke, Old One-Eye lowered his voice, looked at Zhou Yun, and said:

"The leader of the Ark Gang said she was acting under the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's will, coming to save the masses of Ashford."

"She also wants to build a huge ark to carry all the people of Ashford who joined the Ark Gang, ascend to the stars, and escape the claws of the star-devils."

Listening to Old One-Eye's words, the corners of Zhou Yun's mouth twitched: "Then the people of the city will be grateful..."

Old One-Eye shook his head firmly: "But the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang taught us that psykers are all shameless wizards and blasphemous corruption."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but touch his chin.

This Ark Gang, the more he heard, the more it sounded like Genestealers; could these Genestealers really have tracked him down?

But Zhou Yun also felt a strange feeling in his heart.

If the Ark Cult really was a tentacle of the Genestealers and confirmed that the Genestealers in the ruined city were killed by Zhou Yun,

then the Sanctifiers should have assassinated Zhou Yun last night and brought down the sanction of the Four-Armed God-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang on him.

At this moment, Zhou Yun should have returned to the Golden Wang Zuo or the Brass Wang Zuo, the Six Circles of Slaanesh, the Garden of Nurgle... or some other place.

Noticing Zhou Yun's expression, Old One-Eye raised his eyebrows.

He tapped the table and asked:

"You don't really have a grudge against the Ark Gang, do you? Are you planning to run away? I can arrange it for you."

"Other gang territories or the Bottom Hive are fine; I still have some connections."

He looked at Zhou Yun and said:

"Of course, it costs money; the Bottom Hive is cheap, and other gang territories are expensive."

As he spoke, Old One-Eye took out an lho cigarette from his pocket and lit it,

and handed one to Zhou Yun, looking like he was talking business.

"I don't smoke," Zhou Yun reached out and refused: "As for running away..."

The two mutant faces of Morgott and Margit appeared in Zhou Yun's mind...

"Wait a little longer; I have some things I want to confirm."

"You really don't smoke?" Old One-Eye shook the lho cigarette in his hand and said: "My mother said that only idiots, babies, and Sanguinius don't smoke lho cigarettes."

"You're clearly not a fool, and you don't look like a baby; could it be that you are Sanguinius?"

"Hahahaha!"

Old One-Eye seemed to be amused by his own joke.

"Good, maybe I am an angel in the world, Sanguinius himself, here to test your loyalty," Zhou Yun shook his head with a smile.

"I really don't smoke," the winged figure in the white light shrugged: "I don't smoke real cigarettes either."

"Khan once smoked a kind of hookah, and Russ was grabbing to try it."

"Shut up, birdman," Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure in the white light, a smile on his mouth: "Show some respect when talking to Sanguinius himself!"

"The world is turned upside down," the winged figure in the white light said in an exaggerated tone.

Just then, the tavern door behind Zhou Yun was pushed open.

"Finally found you, Brother Zhou Yun!"

A familiar voice rang out:

"You made Old Lage look for you for a while!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 26 =====