Chapter 62: Open your heart?

A thin man brushed past Zhou Yun.

He pulled out a homemade automatic pistol hidden under his clothes and pulled the trigger at the Genestealer bishop on the tower car.

BOOM!!!

The smell of gunpowder permeated the tip of Zhou Yun's nose, the firelight lit up at the corner of his eye, and the heat dissipated on his cheek.

The sound of panic sounded in the crowd around, and the permeating gunpowder smoke temporarily blocked Zhou Yun's vision.

Assassination? Someone wants to assassinate the Genestealer bishop?

Is this going to reproduce the incident of that legendary assassin Yamagami Tetsuya in the third millennium of human history?

This was the first thought that popped into Zhou Yun's mind.

He immediately felt that this was too aggressive; just relying on a homemade automatic pistol to deal with a powerful psyker?

The Genestealer bishop didn't open her heart so easily...

Then, through the slightly faded gunpowder smoke, Zhou Yun saw the Genestealer guard wearing a gray-brown robe standing in the distance.

He stood in place, staring at this side without moving.

Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment, then looked at the assassin beside him.

The assassin didn't cover his face, and there was no hatred for the Genestealer bishop on his thin face; instead, he looked at the tower car nervously and worriedly.

Fake!

This assassination is fake!

The assassination itself was arranged by the Genestealers themselves!

Why did they arrange this assassination?

Could it be—

Zhou Yun's brain worked at high speed, and an idea popped up instantly.

On the tower car,

the Genestealer bishop stood up slowly; she was unscathed. She turned her head to look at the assassin who shot at her.

In the surprised eyes of the residents around, the Genestealer bishop slowly opened her arms.

"The Four-Armed God-Emperor whispered in my ear, allowing me to avoid disaster and continue to spread His gospel."

"Sinner, how dare you block this sacred responsibility?"

In the moment her voice sounded, a feeling of conviction rose in everyone's heart.

"What kind of move is this..." Morg covered his head slightly, noticing the psychic power mixed in the voice.

"Voice of Bewitchment."

The same move as Leina, a trick of projecting will with psychic power to control the mind.

Zhou Yun already had resistance.

Jeanne seemed to have it too.

After all, her spirit might have been tempered by the strongest psyker of the current era.

Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes, watching the bishop and the assassin continue to act.

The assassin pretended to be shocked and stepped back a few steps, and the automatic pistol in his hand aimed at the Genestealer bishop again.

BOOM!!!

The bullet whistled out and shot at the Genestealer bishop again.

The Genestealer bishop just waved her sleeve, and a wave of invisible air rippled in front of her.

The bullet seemed to have been shot into a viscous gel, slowing down in mid-air and stopping in mid-air.

The residents present were all holding their breath, watching this scene that was close to a miracle.

"I have the protection of the Four-Armed God-Emperor, sinner! You can't hurt me—"

"Damn! Bastard! How dare you assassinate the bishop!"

Before the Genestealer bishop could finish speaking, a burst of angry scolding sounded beside the assassin.

The assassin turned his head in a daze; this scene was not in the script—

Then he saw a shoe sole getting bigger and bigger, kicking on his face.

In the confused eyes of everyone around and the Genestealer bishop, Zhou Yun rushed out of the crowd and kicked the assassin on the head.

"How dare you assassinate the messenger of the Four-Armed God-Emperor!"

"Today you dare to assassinate the bishop, tomorrow you will dare to assassinate the Emperor!"

"Heretic! Damn it!"

Zhou Yun cursed while kicking the assassin's face fiercely, kicking the assassin to wail repeatedly.

The nearby residents were all frightened by Zhou Yun's fanatical actions and didn't dare to approach for a while.

Even the Genestealer bishop didn't react for a while, and the Genestealer guards were too far away.

They looked confusedly at Zhou Yun taking out a dagger from nowhere.

Before the assassin could react, he stabbed into his neck with one dagger, hugged his head and leaned into his ear—

"Breathe deeply, breathe deeply, don't be afraid."

"Dizziness is normal."

Zhou Yun whispered in the assassin's ear, and then pulled out the dagger lightly.

The assassin's pupils dilated, and he fell to the ground, dead.

"Pah!"

Zhou Yun spat on the assassin's face and kicked his head.

The air was dead silent.

Jeanne blinked her deer-like eyes in a daze; this was completely beyond her prophecy.

Morg opened his mouth wide, looking around like a stupid person, unable to understand what Zhou Yun was doing.

The Genestealer bishop was also equally confused. How did the assassin she sent to pretend to be an assassin die?

Who is this man?

Blonde hair, a face that looked quite majestic, making the Genestealer bishop feel some fear.

Could it be just a fanatical Four-Armed God-Emperor believer?

The Genestealer bishop's thoughts were chaotic, but the reaction ability brought by genetic modification played a role.

She took a step forward and shouted loudly:

"A pious believer punished the assassin for me!"

"The Four-Armed God-Emperor will bless him, and he will also receive a reward!"

As she spoke, the bishop looked at Zhou Yun and nodded to him with a gentle smile:

"Pious believer, after the preaching is over, I will listen to your faith."

"Now, go back to the crowd."

When speaking, the bishop used the Voice of Bewitchment.

Zhou Yun was not affected, but smiled slightly and returned to the crowd.

"What were you doing just now?"

Morg hurried to Zhou Yun's side and asked in a low voice:

"Could it be that the assassination was self-directed and self-acted?"

He vaguely noticed something wrong, but the residents around didn't.

They completely regarded this as the display of

They completely took this as a manifestation of a miracle and became even more fanatical.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly toward Meng Ge, signaling that he had guessed correctly.

The expression on Meng Ge's face stiffened for a moment.

He was shocked by Zhou Yun's reaction speed.

"After realizing this assassination was fake, you immediately decided to kill the assassin, letting that bishop suffer in silence while also making him believe you are a fanatical believer?"

Meng Ge couldn't help but click his tongue.

Zhou Yun had actually taken action in the blink of an eye, easily gaining an opportunity to speak face-to-face with the Genestealer Bishop.

This initiative and reaction speed were just too strong.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly and looked toward the Genestealer Bishop on the tower vehicle with feigned piety.

This bishop began her preaching, her voice, possessing a rather bewitching power, released through the loudspeakers of the surrounding preachers.

"The Day of Ascension is near! The great divine messenger, the noble First Prophet, has arrived in the First Sector!"

The Genestealer Bishop shouted aloud:

"Believers! The time to finally obtain salvation has arrived!"

"Convert to our true faith, and the First Prophet will personally baptize you!"

"You will become the ladder to welcome the Ascension, and your souls will be redeemed!"

The First Prophet? Divine messenger? Personal baptism?

Hearing these words, Zhou Yun was slightly stunned for a moment.

The Genestealer Patriarch is in the First Sector, intending to personally inject corrupted genes into the new converts?

(End of Chapter)