Chapter 60: I want to see the true Legion Commander of the 14th Legion!

Morg looked at his face in the mirror with a daze.

That was a face completely unfamiliar to it; the direction of the horns had been changed, the skin had become a yellowish color similar to normal humans, the contours of the face had become softer than before, and the pustules and inflammation on the skin had also been cleverly covered up.

This made Morg look like a middle-aged man with horns and mild mutations.

Morg touched his face in disbelief.

Zhou Yun had just taken out a large jar of strange gray clay from somewhere.

He stuck this clay on Morg's face, and in the blink of an eye, he changed Morg's face into another appearance.

No wonder, no wonder he said he could let Morg go with him.

Morg could feel that Zhou Yun still had considerable vigilance against them.

He looked at Zhou Yun, who was pinching his face with that peculiar clay in the corner of the shed.

"Cheeks a little higher?"

Zhou Yun asked the winged figure in the white light at the corner of his eye.

"Yes, yes, yes, about two millimeters higher is right."

"Hairline a little higher; Guilliman's hairline wasn't this low."

"What about the eyes? Is there that flavor?"

"It's like it; Guilliman had this look ten thousand years ago."

"Yes, adjust the corners of the mouth like this."

"It's no wonder Guilliman's face was suspected by my brothers to be a rebel ten thousand years ago."

Jeanne, Margit, and Morg looked at Zhou Yun talking to himself in a daze.

"Does your father have schizophrenia?" Morg couldn't help but squat down and ask Jeanne beside him.

Jeanne looked at Morg with disgust and quickly pulled away from him.

Morg, who was disgusted, froze in place, and the whole person seemed to turn gray.

Zhou Yun looked at the face reflected in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

He turned his head to look at the few people.

The expressions of Morg and Margit changed suddenly.

That was a face in the style of the Mediterranean coast of Europe; every muscle on the face seemed to be carved one by one by the most exquisite sculptor.

His eyebrows were straight as if cut by a knife, and the eyes in his deep eye sockets were full of rationality and wisdom, but if observed carefully, one could detect the anger hidden extremely deep within.

His lips were thin and pressed into a straight line, like a scabbard containing sharp eloquence, and his chin was thicker, giving him a kind of ruler's majesty.

This face was not as terrifying as Zhou Yun's previous Lion face, but it made people feel respect out of thin air, as if facing the ruler of hundreds of worlds.

And when Morg and Margit looked at this face for a few seconds, they quickly noticed the anger hidden under the rationality of this face that made people feel terrified.

"The thirteenth!!!"

"Avenging Son!!!"

"Cursed descendant!"

The wails of the Angels sounded in Morg's mind.

The fear brought by this face seemed even more terrifying than the previous Lion face.

Zhou Yun seemed to notice the confusion in Morg's expression.

He looked at Morg, a slightly indifferent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he deliberately lowered his voice and said:

"Tell Old Fourteen..."

"Tomorrow when the Warp has a war, you and I will each lead one hundred thousand Astartes, to see who wins and returns to the dynasty, and to see who swims in the butterfly style in the septic tank."

"Ah?" Morg looked confused.

Zhou Yun seemed to have not played enough, continuing to pace in the shed with this face called "Avenging Son" by the Angels,

"Tell Old Fourteen again... I want to see the true Lord of the 14th Legion; he can retire as the First Captain."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun waved his hand majestically,

and muttered something like "No one knows Astartes better than me," "Second," "Guilliman is on his way to Terra," "Hurry up and invite the stretcher team," "Doraemon, hurry up and help me."

Morg and Margit listened in a daze.

They could only hear the continuous exclamations of the Angels.

Jeanne's small face was wrinkled into a ball, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but want to laugh.

The winged figure in the white light curled his wings and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"If you have an opinion about our Primarch, you can tell Guilliman to his face."

"Don't laugh, you're next," Zhou Yun swept the blonde hair on his forehead: "Next time I'll pinch your face and sell hand-beaten chicken balls on the street."

"Go to Baal to sell them; my descendants lack targets for bolter guns."

Listening to the words of the winged figure in the white light, Zhou Yun smiled and then looked at Morg and Margit.

"Morg and I will mix into the gathering point managed by the nearby Genestealers and listen to what the Genestealer bishop wants to say."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun's gaze fell on Morg.

The reason Zhou Yun asked Morg to follow him was not entirely because of distrust.

The more important reason was, why should he do the dirty, tiring, and dangerous work?

He wouldn't do it! When there is a dangerous thing to do, kick Morg up.

"They are expanding urgently and recruiting people, so there may be flaws that allow us to mix into District 1," Zhou Yun said.

He now has two goals.

One is to investigate what the Genestealers are doing.

The other is to move the Warp engine hidden in the government building in District 1.

No matter which one, he must find a way to sneak into District 1.

"Indeed." Morg nodded in agreement: "Clay like Lion Russ that can change body shape and appearance can make it very convenient for us to mix in."

"Unfortunately, you don't have much clay, and it's easy to be exposed if you mix in on a large scale... otherwise we would directly bring people to sneak into District 1 and do something big to the cubs of the Four-Armed God-Emperor cult."

Bring a group of people to attack District 1...

Zhou Yun rubbed his chin, looked at the mutants infected with the plague outside the shed, and then looked at his Four-Dimensional Pocket, and an idea popped into his head...

The huge Four-Armed God-Emperor holy icon hung on the building built relying on the pipes.

This is one of the largest gathering points in the entire Undercity, and in terms of power division, it belongs to the Genestealer cult.

But most of the residents here have not truly converted to the Four-Armed God-Emperor cult, let alone received the pollution and corruption of the Genestealers.

And today, the bishop of the Four-Armed God-Emperor cult will come to this gathering point to preach to these residents.

The residents guarded both sides of the road early, just because the Four-Armed God-Emperor cult would distribute food and purified water to them.

These are extremely precious things in the Undercity.

Some people also seized the opportunity to set up small stalls on the side of the road to sell things.

The small stall in front of Zhou Yun sold roasted big rats, boiled mushrooms, and meat jelly made of underground worms.

He asked for one of each, traded with a few lho cigarettes, and returned to the position where Morg and Jeanne were sitting.

Jeanne and Morg kept a distance enough for two people to sit, looking disgusted.

Morg's expression seemed a bit broken.

"I didn't choose to be a mutant myself." He said to Jeanne with deep resentment.

... Saying a cold knowledge that sounds very funny, Angron's crashed planet Nuceria is one of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar; in other words, Guilliman's subordinates gave Angron anesthesia and put nails on him.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 61 =====