Chapter 56: I want to die when I see mutants

Morg walked on the street of the gathering point with some depression, with the scarlet dagger re-blessed by the Angel tucked at his waist.

The mutant residents around stopped one after another and nodded to Morg in tribute.

They either had tumors on their bodies, or sores, or parasites wriggling in their flesh and blood; without exception, they all received the blessing of the Angel of the Plague God.

Morg returned the tribute one by one.

Seeing that the residents received more and more blessings, the depression in his heart eased slightly.

Recently, the activities of the Four-Armed God-Emperor cult have become more and more strange.

They fanatically pulled people to join the church on the surface, and secretly captured the residents of the Undercity with various deformed monsters.

I don't know what they are trying to do by getting so many people.

Last time, he took the risk to go to the Lower Hive and found back that ancient triangular sword from the abandoned Old Eighth District.

The Corpse Guild of that year spread the plague in an entire district and sacrificed patients. Although the ritual was interrupted, the powerful power also accumulated in that triangular sword.

Under the guidance of the Angel, Morg, Margit, and the mutants of the entire gathering point all received more blessings.

But Morg knew that the triangular sword was just a key.

Only the key cannot introduce the true blessing into reality.

It is also necessary to find that "door"...

But Morg and Margit's mutants searched all the areas they controlled, and even had a fight with the Orks who got lost in the pipes, but they just didn't find the location of the door.

Then, the door can only be in the territory of the Four-Armed God-Emperor cult.

This is very troublesome.

If they really fight with them, Morg knows that the chance of winning is slim.

Those guys don't just have the power floating on the surface; hidden in the shadows deeper in the Undercity, those more deformed and grotesque evil things are what really worry Morg.

But the Angels are also becoming more and more urgent.

They constantly remind Morg and Margit,

It's coming, that soulless beast that eats up all life is coming...

Every time Morg thinks of those fragmented scenes he saw, he feels creepy.

Biological warships covering the sky and the sun, endless waves of insects, terrifying Tyranid giants, capillary spires towering into the clouds...

"If Lion... uh... if Russ..."

Morg paused, thinking that no matter whether he called that guy Lion or Russ, it was very strange.

"If Lion... Russ were here."

Morg couldn't help but sigh, thinking of that weirdo who called himself Lion Russ.

His infiltration ability was very strong, his strength was also very strong, and he had some ability to carry large items.

If Lion Russ could come to the Lower Hive, it would be of great help to Morg and Margit's plan.

Morg hadn't considered going to the Lower Hive to find Lion Russ,

but that guy probably used a fake name, and his face might be fake; there was no clue to find him.

He originally felt that with Lion Russ's heretical degree, he definitely wouldn't be able to mix in the Lower Hive for long and would eventually come to the Undercity.

I didn't expect that after so long, I still haven't seen his figure.

"That guy wouldn't have been burned to death on the stake because he was too heretical..."

Morg couldn't help but shake his head and said.

"Morg God-Messenger!"

A mutant with parasites on his head hurried from the entrance of the gathering point:

"Three-Eyes and the others were threatened by a scary-looking outsider and were brought to the entrance of our gathering point."

"Our people wanted to control him first, but I didn't expect him to beat the controlled plague zombie into fragments with one punch."

"Someone looking for trouble? Beat a plague zombie into fragments with one punch?"

Morg couldn't help but be surprised. Plague zombies were all blessed by the Plague God and had tenacious vitality, but they were actually shattered with one punch.

This is definitely not the power that mortals can have... A mutant monster of the Four-Armed God-Emperor?

"He is now guarding outside the door, insisting on seeing you and Margit God-Messenger, and refuses to enter even if invited..."

". Morg God-Messenger, you must not go out, otherwise if this guy suddenly attacks—"

"Wait, you said he refuses to enter? He's just guarding outside the door waiting for me to go out?"

Morg blinked, and a guess popped into his mind.

"Did he say who he is?" Morg asked.

The mutant with parasites on his head was stunned for a moment.

"He did say it, but the name sounded like a joke."

"Ha!" Morg couldn't help but smile: "Finally here."

Outside the mutant gathering point,

The mutant with three eyes stood beside Zhou Yun, trembling.

Other mutants moved tables, chairs, and food for Zhou Yun and Jeanne.

Zhou Yun didn't eat the food, just sat on the chair leisurely, waiting for Morg and Margit to come out.

The mutants beside him were all trembling as they looked at Zhou Yun and the wall beside Zhou Yun.

There was a pool of rotten meat on the wall, shattered like fireworks blooming on the wall.

That was the plague zombie that Zhou Yun had beaten into fragments with one punch.

The mutant with three eyes gritted his teeth and gathered his courage to step forward.

Zhou Yun glanced at him, watching him take a deep breath, straighten his waist and say:

". Father! It's windy outside, do you want to go inside?"

The three-eyed mutant pointed to the gate of the gathering point.

"Do you also want to go on the wall and become a 2D character?" Zhou Yun pointed to the pool of rotten meat on the wall and asked.

The three-eyed mutant's expression froze, and he hurriedly stepped back: "Father, son has retreated."

Zhou Yun shook his head speechlessly.

Jeanne swept across the mutants with her deer-like hazy eyes, full of fear, disgust, and hatred.

She endured the nausea and moved toward Zhou Yun, seeming to want to gain some sense of security from Zhou Yun's side.

"Don't be afraid, they don't dare to provoke you." Zhou Yun patted her head and comforted her.

". No, not afraid."

Jeanne shook her head and whispered:

"It's just that I feel nauseous when I see mutants and want them all to die..."

Zhou Yun's hand stopped in mid-air.

Jeanne's tone was like a child who hated vegetables, hoping that all the vegetables in the world would disappear.

Who taught her this hatred for mutants? How extreme is she at such a young age?

It wouldn't be Old Man Huang, right? You taught such a good child to be so extreme; you are really good at parenting.

Although mutants are indeed not good birds...

Zhou Yun shook his head.

Just then, the gate of the gathering point was pushed open.

A mutant with twisted black horns and wearing a black-red robe walked out from behind the door.

When it saw Zhou Yun, its eyes lit up:

"Lion Russ! You're finally here!"

"Can't mix in the Lower Hive anymore?"

Morg laughed twice and walked toward Zhou Yun.

Jeanne beside Zhou Yun blinked, looking at Zhou Yun in a daze, and couldn't help but ask:

"Lion what?"

"What Russ?"

"What Lion Russ?"

... Gurgle, how to add pictures to the idea...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 57 =====