Chapter 61: Genestealer Bishop?

"I didn't choose to be a mutant myself."

Morg said with full resentment.

Jeanne just tilted her head, seeming not to intend to listen to Morg's words.

Morg's expression twitched suddenly.

"Is it our fault that we became mutants?"

His voice was somewhat hoarse:

"Before my brother and I were seven or eight years old, we were normal human appearances, living plainly in the Lower Hive."

"I have forgotten what my father looked like, only remembering that he was a small foreman in the factory, quite wealthy in the Lower Hive."

"But my mother left a deep impression on me... When our scalps started to bleed and bulge for no reason, she was very panicked and worried and wiped medicine for us..."

Morg took a deep breath:

"But when the bulge burst and beast-like horns grew out, my mother was terrified."

"She tried to grind off our horns with a file, tried to cut off our horns with a kitchen knife, and finally even tried to pull out our horns with iron pliers..."

"My brother protected me, but he was left bloody by our mother who was scared out of her wits; the broken horns on his head were caused by that."

"When my mother found out that the horns on our heads couldn't be removed, she finally went completely crazy."

"She dragged us to the door and stuffed us into the sewer before my father came back... If it weren't for my brother and me having big lives, we would have died long ago."

Morg's expression twisted slightly, seeming to punch the ground resentfully.

"Maybe it was the unpurified water source, maybe it was poisonous food or air... or maybe it was the poisonous light of the star. But no matter which one induced our mutation, what did we do wrong?"

"We were just seven or eight-year-old children at the time, and even now we are still for the sake of the entire Ashford."

Jeanne listened to Morg's words, just moved her body lightly, and pulled the distance from Morg further.

Morg's face was slightly collapsing.

This couldn't be blamed on him for breaking his defense.

Although Jeanne had never expressed her disgust for mutants verbally, nor had she directly opposed Zhou Yun's cooperation with them,

but her actions still revealed her deep disgust and hatred for mutants.

Especially since Morg and Margit were mutants who had been corrupted by Chaos,

Jeanne was even more instinctively disgusted, preferring to hide behind Zhou Yun rather than look at them more.

But Margit and Morg seemed to be influenced by the Loving Father, showing some preference and care for children.

Margit just smiled at Jeanne's disgust and turned a blind eye.

But Morg couldn't stand it.

He talked to Jeanne several times, and Jeanne's reaction was to treat Morg as if he didn't exist.

After arriving at this gathering point, Morg even shared the food he brought with Jeanne and Zhou Yun.

After Jeanne and Zhou Yun looked at each other, neither of them ate.

Morg was completely broken now, constantly muttering things like "Being a natural mutant is not my fault," "I didn't do anything wrong," "We are saving Ashford."

Regarding Jeanne's discrimination against mutants, Zhou Yun's view is...

Jeanne is a smart child, much stronger than Leina.

Zhou Yun doesn't even think Jeanne's attitude toward Morg is discrimination.

As a mutant who believes in Nurgle, this is what Morg deserves.

Zhou Yun took the food and walked to the side of the two.

"Eat which one?" He asked.

Morg looked at the food in Zhou Yun's hand.

Roasted big black rats, meat jelly made of worms, and mushrooms.

He chose the roasted big black rat with the most meat and oil as if in revenge.

Zhou Yun then looked at Jeanne.

Jeanne hesitated for a moment and then took the cheapest mushroom from Zhou Yun's hand.

Zhou Yun sat in the empty seat between the two and leisurely stuffed the worm meat jelly into his mouth.

This kind of worm meat jelly is a bit like a specialty food called earthworm jelly in ancient Terra.

Although the raw materials for making them are different, they also belong to the phylum Sipuncula.

This kind of worm is rich in monosodium glutamate, which is the main component of MSG, so it is the main source of umami.

Therefore, this kind of worm meat jelly tastes full of umami and is very popular in the Undercity and Lower Hive.

Zhou Yun glanced at Jeanne who was gnawing on mushrooms beside him.

This kind of boiled mushroom actually tastes quite bland; the only advantage is that it has some moisture.

Zhou Yun broke a piece of worm meat jelly and shared it with her.

Jeanne hesitated after taking it and broke a piece from her mushroom to share with Zhou Yun.

Morg looked at the two on the side, seeming to have a feeling of being isolated.

Zhou Yun glanced at him and said: "Go eat your big black rat."

Morg gnawed a bite of the oily black rat depressedly.

Just at this time, a burst of noise suddenly sounded in the crowd.

In the distance of the narrow road, a tower car piled high was driven slowly by more than ten Four-Armed God-Emperor believers wearing purple robes.

On the top of the tower car stood four preachers carrying loudspeakers.

Among the preachers was a bald woman wearing a purple finely woven robe, holding a scepter as tall as a person.

The woman had a beautiful face, slightly upturned corners of her eyes, and a string of plate-like protrusions that were not easy to notice between her eyebrows.

Her eyes under her slender eyebrows seemed to carry some kind of soul-stirring power, and there was some faint purple in them.

Genestealer cult bishop, the right claw of the patriarch, a powerful psyker. She was born for infiltration, born for corruption, and was the existence among Genestealers that was best at eroding humans.

Zhou Yun took Jeanne and retreated calmly, hiding himself cleverly in the crowd.

"Pay attention to the person wearing a robe in the distance on your left." The winged figure in the white light said.

A ray of light lit up in front of Zhou Yun, marking that person.

That was a person wearing a gray-brown robe, curling his body, buried in the shadow of wide clothes, holding a crutch with rough hands...

He looked like an old man who was very old and already hunchbacked.

"Genestealer cult guard."

As a player who played Tyranids in his previous life, Zhou Yun also had some understanding of various units among Genestealers.

He quickly judged that it was a Genestealer cult guard, the bishop's bodyguard.

These guards looked weak, but in fact, they inherited many genes from the Tyranids and could sneak swiftly like a Lictor.

When they really fought, they were fast and ruthless; even ordinary Astartes might not be able to withstand it.

Several more rays of light lit up, marking more Genestealer cult guards.

Too many...

Zhou Yun quickly made a judgment.

Even if Morg brought people to attack here, they couldn't kill the Genestealer bishop.

Morg's side was just cultists, mutants, and a large number of plague zombies; although they won in quantity, the quality gap was too large.

The tower car carrying the Genestealer bishop moved forward slowly; she didn't seem to be in a hurry to preach,

just letting the believers under her distribute food and purified water to the surroundings.

Suddenly, a thin man brushed past Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun's eyes saw the man pull out a homemade automatic gun from under his clothes—

BOOM!!!!

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