Chapter 75: What Are You Screaming About?

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yun looked at Margit innocently and asked.

The hazy gray death intent on his body twisted and swirled like tentacles.

Just by looking at it, Margit felt his nerves being licked by death.

His expression at this moment was simply like an unlucky grot who had been stepped on the toe by an ork, as if he was about to scream in the next moment.

Margit stared fixedly at Zhou Yun.

The gray death intent on Zhou Yun's body slowly faded, but it was not so much disappearing as it was all restrained between his skin and flesh.

That was some kind of blessing from the depths of the Warp, frightening.

In his mind, the angels seemed very taboo about the source of this blessing, only vaguely saying something about "the Cursed One" and unwilling to talk more about it.

Margit couldn't help but put his hand on the triangular sword at his waist, looking at Zhou Yun with thick vigilance.

Zhou Yun blinked in confusion.

What's wrong with this heretic Margit? He had an expression like seven Nurglings and eight Bloodletters were stuffed into his butt.

Facing Zhou Yun's confused expression, Margit could only twitch his mouth corner.

He waved his hand, and the plague zombies beside him surged into this spiral staircase.

Under his control, these plague zombies entered the underground palace beneath the government building.

A moment later, Margit shook his head toward Zhou Yun.

The plague zombies that entered the underground palace first found nothing.

There was only an empty biomass pool bubbling.

Neither the Tyranid giant beast in the pool nor the Genestealer Patriarch was in sight.

But Zhou Yun and Margit both understood that the Genestealer Patriarch could not abandon the Warp engine.

They must be lurking in some shadow of the underground palace, waiting for Zhou Yun and Margit to enter.

Zhou Yun and Margit looked at each other, and the two, protected by the plague zombies, walked down slowly.

The spiral staircase was very long. Zhou Yun stood behind Margit, his thoughts surging.

He looked at Margit's back, thinking about when to backstab him, so as not to be backstabbed by him first...

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang Tarot card predicted "hope in the cold darkness."

In other words, the old man Hua Hua Hua Di Huang felt that Zhou Yun could defeat the Genestealer Patriarch and that Tyranid giant beast and destroy the Warp engine.

Could Zhou Yun do it?

He really could.

Even if the props on his body couldn't do it now, he still had more than three million in savings.

Betting these savings and buying a few more powerful props, there was still a good hope of killing the Genestealer Patriarch and that Tyranid giant beast.

What about after this?

After spending his savings, Zhou Yun wouldn't be able to rent the Adaptation Lamp to resist Nurgle's supernatural viruses.

Without the Genestealers as a common enemy, could Margit and Zhou Yun maintain their previous cooperative relationship?

Especially the "saving Ashford" that Meng Ge and Margit talked about...

The saving they talked about probably wouldn't be as simple as building a ship and running away with the people of Ashford.

And, what exactly did Meng Ge do? It was likely beneficial to Margit as well...

It just so happened that Margit was still useful to Zhou Yun now.

"We're here." Margit said in a low voice, interrupting Zhou Yun's thoughts.

Margit's steps stopped in front of the underground palace.

Zhou Yun glanced into the depths of the underground palace from behind him.

The huge columns cast from metal supported the entire underground palace, and the promethium lamps hanging on them had been extinguished.

Only at the end of the underground palace, behind the biomass pool, the Warp engine still emitted a pale blue light,

but it only cast a hazy luster over the underground palace, unable to dispel the deep shadows within.

That Tyranid giant beast and the Genestealer Patriarch were lurking in them.

Setting aside that Tyranid giant beast of unknown identity,

the Genestealer Patriarch was a master of ambushes in darkness and shadows.

This underground palace with extinguished lights was clearly a hunting ground it had deliberately prepared.

The plague zombies moved their rotten bodies in the underground palace, but the two xenomorphic monsters were very patient,

especially the Genestealer Patriarch, cunning, sinister, and cautious.

It seemed that if Zhou Yun and Margit didn't enter, the two of them wouldn't show up.

Margit and Zhou Yun were equally cautious, and neither of them rushed into the underground palace.

The air was dead silent.

The entire underground palace was left with only the plague zombies wandering, the atmosphere awkward and boring to the point of discomfort.

"If Horus had been half as cautious as you four back then, he probably wouldn't have been poisoned half to death on Davin."

The winged figure in the white light couldn't help but complain.

Zhou Yun remained calm, hung the famous sword... Denkoumaru at his waist, and took out an ancient-looking brown gourd.

"If they don't move, force them to move first."

"Pocket Long Juanfeng!"

Zhou Yun pulled the stopper off the gourd, and gray-black breezes gathered together, turning into a strong tornado that roared out.

He indeed couldn't find the Genestealer Patriarch and Tyranid giant beast hidden in the darkness, but he knew where the Warp engine was!

The sound of the hurricane cutting through the air was sharp and harsh, echoing through the entire underground palace.

The hurricane released from the Pocket Long Juanfeng roared toward the Warp engine at the end of the underground palace.

If the Genestealer Patriarch didn't want to watch the Warp engine be destroyed, it had to————

A sharp roar suddenly sounded from the ceiling of the underground palace, the sound urgent and fierce.

A shadow like a giant spider fell heavily from the ceiling, accompanied by flashes of pale lightning.

The giant beast's massive body directly tore the roaring cracked wind released by the Pocket Long Juanfeng to pieces.

The dust raised by the hurricane dissipating and the giant beast falling covered its body, and nothing could be seen except for the flickering pale lightning.

"All things rot!" Margit shouted angrily. He suddenly raised the triangular sword blade in his hand.

The flesh of the plague zombies in the underground palace squirmed, their bodies seeming to swell and become stronger.

They gathered together, forming a rotten tide of flesh rushing toward the Tyranid giant beast in the dust.

Sizzle————

Four sharp blades wrapped in static electricity light broke through the air.

The sharp blades were so fast that they left hundreds or thousands of afterimages in the air, easily tearing the plague zombie tide rushing toward it into pieces of meat splashing everywhere.

With the rotten meat splashing, Zhou Yun also saw the true face of the beast.

It was a Tyranid giant beast about seven or eight meters tall, standing on two legs, wearing thick armor, and having four sharp blades and a beast mouth with sharp teeth.

It was...

"Screamer-Killer!" Zhou Yun recognized the true face of this Tyranid giant beast in an instant.

The largest and most notorious subspecies in the Tyranid giant beast Lictor lineage.

It got its name "Screamer-Killer" because of that iconic——————

A sharp and piercing roar came, the pitch and volume reaching a terrifying level; Zhou Yun almost felt his internal organs were about to be shattered.

However, this screech was just a prelude...

A biological plasma body releasing pale blue cold light gathered in the Screamer-Killer's mouth, like a newly born star.

Scorching biological plasma plasma shot toward Zhou Yun and Margit——————

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 76 =====