Chapter 85

Looking at Margit, whose body was shriveled on the ground, Zhou Yun sighed.

Margit's plan... in a sense, could indeed save the entire Ashfold.

If his plan succeeded, the entire Ashfold would fall into the Warp and become a part of the Warp.

In this way, even the Tyranid Hive Fleet would have no way to deal with Ashfold.

But how many people could truly withstand the Father's love?

That Father of Plagues didn't just want to save the humans on Ashfold, but also every blade of grass and tree on Ashfold, and even every bacterium and virus.

"The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang loves all humans, but such love is too heavy to bear... let alone the Father loving all life?"

Zhou Yun shook his head and looked at Jeanne.

The dazzling golden light on Jeanne's body had disappeared at some point.

Her hair had become dry again, with some scorched marks on the tips, her eyes had returned to that hazy, deer-like appearance, her skin had some shallow burns, her pace was a bit unsteady, and her face was full of exhaustion.

Zhou Yun stepped forward to support Jeanne and took her to sit under the metal pillar.

Jeanne leaned her head gently on Zhou Yun's thigh.

Zhou Yun observed the injuries on Jeanne's body.

Most were just not-too-serious burns; although there was a risk of infection, it hadn't reached the point of being immediately fatal.

"His power did not project too much into the little girl's body, and it did not cause irreversible damage."

The winged figure in the white light said softly:

"She will be fine, as long as she has a long period of rest."

Listening to the words of the winged figure in the white light, Zhou Yun nodded gently.

"I'm fine..." Jeanne curled up into Zhou Yun's arms, her face full of freckles and burns full of exhaustion.

Zhou Yun gently stroked Jeanne's slightly scorched and curly hair.

Jeanne leaned into Zhou Yun's arms again like a kitten.

"I... I want to sleep for a while... My money is all in the garbage mountain, the place where we first met..."

Jeanne said with a voice that was getting smaller and smaller:

"Also... remember those two secret texts... That is His reward to reimburse your losses..."

"Death..."

"Only sacrifice to death."

"Only worship the Death God."

Jeanne leaned in Zhou Yun's arms and whispered.

These two secret texts made Zhou Yun's brows wrinkle slightly.

This was the prayer he heard from a hallucination when he was blessed by that gray death intent.

That was a prayer to a Death God.

Now looking at it, the true face of the Death God had been clarified... it was the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang himself.

The Death God of humanity is the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

"Do you feel that He is not quite right?" Zhou Yun frowned and asked, looking at the winged figure in the white light.

The winged figure in the white light was silent for a while before slowly opening his mouth and saying:

"Is my father really my father?"

"Am I really my father's son?"

"... Ah?" Zhou Yun was a bit confused by the words of the winged figure in the white light.

Your father is not your father, you are not your father's son... could it be that your father is your son?

"... No, I mean, how much of Him is still my father?"

The winged figure in the white light said with a wavering voice:

"I have always been worried about His condition, but it seems that ten thousand years of faith have had a very deep influence on my father..."

"... I have a question, in your era, were there many people's faiths?"

"Many, but most of the countries I lived in were non-believers and believers by need; other countries believed more in a Son of God who was nailed to a cross."

Zhou Yun thought for a while and said:

"That Son of God might be the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's alias, but I don't think it's very likely."

"Why?" The winged figure in the white light asked in confusion.

"The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang has twenty-one sons, and more than half of them rebelled." Zhou Yun said with a serious face:

"And that Son of God had twelve disciples, and only one rebelled!"

"You really can tell such blasphemous jokes at any time..."

The winged figure in the white light shook his head:

"Regardless, you should also understand that faith is an instinct of humanity; humans will always worship something."

"Some worship the sky, some worship the raging fire, some worship the light, and some worship... death."

"These worships must have also had echoes in the Warp... And in the forty-first millennium of humanity, most of these worships have gathered on my father."

"... My father ended all the gods of humanity and eventually became them all."

Zhou Yun frowned.

The words of the winged figure in the white light were too mysterious; he was a bit confused for a while.

"Can you explain in detail?" Zhou Yun rubbed the head of Jeanne, who had already fallen asleep in his arms, and asked.

"... No time."

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The winged figure in the white light shook his head:

"You should hurry and take this little girl away; it's not safe here."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly.

The Genestealers gathered here were clearly not all of them.

The Genestealer Patriarch's right claw is the Genestealer Magus, responsible for developing the cult and spreading influence, and is the chief psyker in the entire Genestealer cult.

And the Genestealer Patriarch's left claw is the Genestealer Primus, responsible for leading and commanding the guerrilla warfare of the Genestealers, and is the highest military commander in the entire Genestealer cult.

Zhou Yun had already killed the Magus, but the Patriarch had escaped, and the Primus was also nowhere to be found.

Who knows when they will gather together again and kill their way back to the first district?

Zhou Yun picked up Jeanne, took the famous sword "Electric Light Pill" that had fallen to the ground, and turned to leave this underground palace...

Ten-plus minutes after Zhou Yun left this underground palace,

Fluorescent green lines like circuit boards suddenly appeared from the air.

These lines intersected and gathered together, making a creaking sound, and opened a hyper-dimensional portal.

The lines that made up the portal twisted and swayed for a while, slowly twisting into a human shape.

A towering, thin, and gaunt figure, all silver, glowing with pale blue light, and wearing pale golden skirt armor, slowly walked out from it.

This silver figure was like a skeleton, and a pair of eyes emitting blue light were filled with hollow death intent.

He took a step forward and stepped into the underground palace, and the hyper-dimensional portal behind him disappeared.

"False god of the Empyrean."

He raised his head and looked at the position where the Warp rift had previously been.

Then he looked down at Margit, who was lying on the spot and had already died:

"Pathetic monkey of genetic mutation."

The silver footsteps continued forward, seeing the biomass pool that had begun to dry up and the remains of Tyranid organisms remaining in it.

"Predator from outside the galaxy."

He stretched out the glaive-like scepter in his hand, and scorching light shot out, exploding suddenly, completely destroying the entire biomass pool.

"And..."

He looked around, and the blue light in his eyes swept across the entire area:

"Psyker? Witchcraft? Monkey's king?"

In the blue light in his eyes, it seemed as if everything that had just happened in the underground palace was faintly reflected.

It was just that there was one figure that was hazy and unclear, folded in three layers, as if leaving traces at different times simultaneously.

"Unknown space-time traveler?"

"It's getting more and more urgent; I also have to hurry and awaken the dynasty in this star system."

As the voice fell, a hyper-dimensional portal reappeared behind the silver figure.

He escaped into it, and his figure disappeared.

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(End of chapter)