Chapter 77: The Sharpshooter

Seeing Zhou Yun suddenly turn his head, the Genestealer Patriarch that was lunging at him froze in place.

It had actually noticed his sneak attack while engaged in such an intense melee with the Screamer Killer.

Not good! He is still hiding his strength! He wants to play the pig to eat the tiger! Run!

The Genestealer Patriarch hesitated almost not at all; the instant Zhou Yun spotted it, it turned and fled, putting distance between itself and Zhou Yun.

This instead made the fist Zhou Yun had already clenched feel somewhat awkward.

The fact that he could detect the Genestealer Patriarch's sneak attack

was entirely because the battle with the Screamer Killer was being fought by the famous blade Dian Guang Wan on his behalf, plus he had the winged figure within Bai Guang as an external brain to remind him.

But in reality,

the Genestealer Patriarch was superior to him in reaction speed, agility, and psychic power.

Yet the look in its eyes when it saw him

was exactly like that of Mortarion witnessing the Emperor's manifestation; it was so terrified it stood stunned, its eyes full of wariness.

What is this? Is this Genestealer Patriarch clearly extremely strong yet overly cautious?

Zhou Yun looked at the Genestealer Patriarch putting distance between them and felt it would be a loss not to strike it once.

So, with one hand gripping the famous blade Dian Guang Wan, and in the Genestealer Patriarch's mind-shattering gaze, he pulled a Catrell-type M36 laser rifle from his pocket of the fourth dimension with his other hand.

According to logic, this Astra Militarum laser rifle should absolutely be unable to hit the Genestealer Patriarch.

Zhou Yun just felt it would be a loss not to fire once, so he tentatively pulled the trigger—

A scorching blue laser shot out; a trace of disdain flashed across the Genestealer Patriarch's face.

Its body suddenly turned into a blur, its reaction speed almost exceeding the range permitted by the laws of physics.

Then

"Ahhh!!!!"

The Genestealer Patriarch let out a wail; a hideous burn appeared on the carapace of its abdomen.

Holy crap?

Did I hit it?

Is this real or fake?

Zhou Yun, looking dazed, examined the automatic infantry rifle in his hand.

The Genestealer also looked at Zhou Yun with a dazed expression, its fear deepening further in its eyes.

It was as if Zhou Yun were some kind of flood or fierce beast.

Before Zhou Yun could figure out how he had blindly stumbled upon a dead rat and actually hit the Genestealer Patriarch,

the Plague Zombies all around suddenly seized the opportunity and lunged at the Genestealer Patriarch.

The Genestealer Patriarch hurriedly waved its four sharp claws, engaging in a chaotic battle with this seemingly endless tide of corpses before it.

These corpse tides could not inflict true damage on the Genestealer Patriarch, but they blocked it, preventing it from diving into the shadows again.

Malgite's figure appeared within the corpse tide at some unknown moment; it raised the triangular sword in its hand and thrust it heavily into its own chest.

Then it twisted the sword hilt, carving three intersecting arcs upon its chest, resembling a giant fly lying upon its chest.

"God of Plagues! Bestow your blessings upon us!"

With Malgite's roar, bursts of cheerful laughter rang out from the pus-filled sores on its body.

The fresh blood and pus flowing from its chest onto the triangular sword solidified layer by layer like stalactites, piling up into a hideous curved sword whose surface reflected brilliant light.

A series of pure, happy laughter, full of joy, faintly emanated from the sword, as if a demon dwelled within it.

"The Angel is with me."

Sensing the terrifying aura radiating from Malgite,

the Genestealer Patriarch hurriedly looked toward the Screamer Killer currently fighting Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun continued to block the Screamer Killer's attacks relying on the famous blade Dian Guang Wan.

He could clearly feel that more than half of the Dian Guang Wan's charge had already been consumed.

But strangely enough,

the Screamer Killer seemed to be running out of charge as well.

Its movements were slowing down imperceptibly bit by bit as it clashed with Zhou Yun.

Swellings occasionally appeared on its thick skin, and inflammation seemed to have formed at the corners of its eyes.

On its back, the carapace cracked by Zhou Yun faintly oozed a certain pale yellow pus.

It seemed to be... a little sick.

Noticing the gaze thrown by the Genestealer Patriarch, the Screamer Killer roared.

Arcs of electricity instantly wrapped around its four blades; it suddenly exerted force and collided with the famous blade Dian Guang Wan in Zhou Yun's hand.

Then it rapidly put distance between them, and in the blink of an eye, it slashed its way to the Genestealer Patriarch's front.

Its blades moved like wind, beheading all the Plague Zombies surrounding the Genestealer Patriarch.

Zhou Yun also flashed, instantly teleporting to Malgite's side.

"You've entered Phase Two?" Zhou Yun asked, glancing at Malgite whose aura had suddenly changed.

"The Angel is with me; they assist me in channeling the power within the triangular sword," Malgite said humbly.

"Oh, so you're inviting a god to possess you, or rather—"

Hearing the cheerful laughter occasionally emanating from Malgite, Zhou Yun's mouth twitched slightly:

"You've invited a Nurgling to possess you. Can you get your Angel to roll for something more reliable?"

"Ask if any kind Great Unclean One is willing to help? Like Ku'gas, or Rain Father Luo Ti Ge Si?"

"Why do I feel you are more familiar with the Father's domain than I am?" Malgite's eye twitched slightly.

Zhou Yun smiled,

he was just joking; if the Great Unclean Ones could enter the material universe so easily, countless planets of the Empire would already be drowned in piles of filth.

Moreover, if the Great Unclean Ones truly arrived, Zhou Yun feared he would cry like a fart spirit.

The Genestealer Patriarch stood beside the Screaming Killer, sizing up Zhou Yun and Malgite.

It first cast a wary glance at Malgite, then fixed its gaze upon Zhou Yun.

If the look on Malgite was wariness, then the look on Zhou Yun carried a touch of fear and bewilderment.

Especially since the burn wound on its own abdomen, inflicted by a laser rifle, still throbbed faintly.

With the Genestealer Patriarch's reflexes and speed, it should have been impossible to be hit by an ordinary laser rifle.

Besides, it should have dodged back then, shouldn't it?

Could this man be not only superb in swordsmanship but also terrifyingly accurate with a gun?

The Genestealer Patriarch's heart once again stirred with the idea of Lu De Xiang Fa.

If anything went even slightly wrong in the next moment, the Genestealer Patriarch would absolutely turn and flee.

The Screaming Killer beside it suddenly charged forward, pouncing toward Zhou Yun.

Compared to Zhou Yun, the Genestealer Patriarch preferred to face the mutant wrapped in a stench of rot.

Malgite took a deep breath, his fingers slowly brushing against the curved sword.

His tattered clothes moved without wind, exposing the horrifying pustules, maggots, and tumors beneath.

"Praise the Father of All Living Things with seven layers of plague."

Malgite shouted, and a series of cheerful laughs emanated from the curved sword in his hand:

"All things rot! All beings endure!"

With the prayer ended, Malgite leaped into the air, wielding the curved sword to strike at the Genestealer Patriarch.

Then

the Genestealer Patriarch spun around sharply, delivering a heavy tail-sweep that struck Malgite.

Malgite was sent flying.

Patriarch: "."

Zhou Yun: "."

Chapter Seventy-Seven! Praise the Father of All Living Things! All things rot, all beings endure! Seven layers of plague! Seven diseases! Seven blessings!

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