Chapter 93: What? Bai Si Feet?

"Bai Si Feet? What Bai Si Feet?" Zhou Yun blinked, unable to help but ask.

"The Death-Worship Cult." Augustus Flax's voice was clearly struggling to maintain composure: "A cult that worships death and venerates the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang as the God of Death."

Hearing Augustus Flax's words, Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment, then immediately recalled what the Death-Worship Cult was.

It was a cult that worshipped death, but most did not venerate the Blood God or the Grandfather, but rather the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

The logic of most Death-Worship Cultists was simple:

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang exists between life and death; the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang saved humanity through a sacrifice bordering on death, and the souls of the departed shall return to the Golden Throne.

Therefore, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang is clearly the God of Death, and that broken body, like that of a corpse, is undoubtedly the best evidence.

Based on this "fact," the Death-Worship Cultists began to interpret the scriptures of the State Church in their own way.

They determined that the cornerstone of the Empire's existence is death and martyrdom; the more death, the more holiness, and the more one can carry out the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's will, the longer the Empire will endure.

Indeed, some among them have been corrupted by the Great Powers of Chaos in the Empyrean,

but more Death-Worship Cultists maintain a peculiar loyalty to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, and the State Church and Imperial officials are often willing to accommodate them and use them as their own bloody gloves.

"Ashford actually still has a branch of the Death-Worship Cult?" Zhou Yun asked, somewhat tongue-tied.

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"Right in the Thirteenth Hive District; that is their parish and also their altar."

"They call themselves the Daughters of Death, a smaller faction within the Death-Worship Cult, consisting only of women."

Augustus Flax's words seemed to be tinged with a hint of fear:

"This group of extremist cultists often adopts young girls, raising them from childhood to become top-tier assassins."

"With nothing but simple, tight-fitting leather suits and two sharp daggers, they dare to break into the bedrooms of cult leaders and take their lives."

"To be honest, the under-hive occasionally breeds some rather troublesome cultists, and I usually hire them to clean them up."

The Death-Worship Cult, huh.

Zhou Yun recalled what he had seen while in the bottom-hive: those scenes of death, that blood-stained church, those masked priestesses...

And that secret phrase Letna wanted him to remember: "Only sacrifice to death, only worship the God of Death."

Could it be... the reward the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang Himself spoke of... is within the Death-Worship Cult?

Zhou Yun blinked with keen interest, looked at the data-slate in his hand, and said:

"Sounds interesting."

"I will help you with the introduction, and the cost of hiring them will also be covered by me."

Augustus Flax stared at the data-slate in his hand and said,

and only after hearing Zhou Yun on the other side agree to this proposal did he let out a slight sigh of relief.

Afterward, he hung up the call with Zhou Yun.

Then, Augustus Flax couldn't help but tremble with fear.

He had just said the Death-Worship Cult was insane,

but that man Zhou Yun was even more insane than the Death-Worship Cult.

Even the Death-Worship Cult rarely targeted the Planetary Governor for assassination,

yet that man Zhou Yun not only dared to, he even dared to tell Augustus Flax directly that he would assassinate him.

Augustus Flax reviewed the conversation just now with fear.

He could feel that the man wasn't afraid of death; he felt that he would never die.

That kind of groundless confidence, as if the great powers of the mortal world... no, even the great powers within the Sea of Souls could not take his life.

What a madman, when everyone else will die...

Thinking of this, a sneer of bravado appeared on the corner of Augustus Flax's mouth.

If the Death-Worship Cultists who bring death were to face a heretic who claims he will never die, what would happen?

He swiped the data-slate in his hand and opened another call.

"To whom do you wish to bring death?"

A cold, dull female voice came from the other end of the call:

"By whom do you wish death to be brought?"

Augustus Flax was startled by this cold voice and shivered, but he did not expose his fear; instead, he said in a low, dry voice:

"I want your Chief Assassin."

According to Augustus Flax's intelligence, the Daughters of Death had only twelve assassins in total,

but each one was a killing weapon carefully cultivated by the Death-Worship Cult since childhood.

They not only received training far beyond ordinary people but were also injected with various strange drugs and underwent unique modifications.

And the one forged to be the most outstanding, the one most capable of bringing death, was their Chief Assassin.

Augustus Flax had only hired that woman once.

In just one night, she destroyed a cult worshipping the Blood God and severed the head of the evil leader.

"Dixi is piously awaiting the arrival of the Chosen of Death; she cannot leave our church."

"... The Chosen of Death?" Augustus Flax raised his voice and asked.

"Yes!" The cold, dull female voice was filled with excitement and piety: "The Chosen has descended, the Chosen of Death."

"Just a few days ago, through a sacrifice and offering of death, we received a revelation in the gray darkness of death."

"It was a great blue figure, chosen by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, coming stained with death."

"He is the Master of us Daughters of Death, and we are his humble servants."

"Chief Assassin Dixi is under the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's command, waiting in the church for the Chosen's arrival."

The Chief Assassin cannot leave the church.

Augustus Flax had no interest in the fanatical worship of the Death-Worship Cultists.

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He only knew that the Chief Assassin could not leave the church.

As for the other eleven assassins... honestly, Augustus Flax felt that relying on them alone would definitely not be enough to counter Zhou Yun.

Fortunately, he could use the name of an introduction to lure Zhou Yun and that illegal psyker to the Thirteenth District... he just didn't know if it would succeed.

"I will find a way to make the targets go to the Thirteenth District and enter your church."

"At that time, can you have the Chief Assassin personally assassinate those two targets?"

Augustus Flax asked.

"The names of the targets." A colder voice suddenly rang out.

Just hearing this voice, Augustus Flax felt as if he saw a surging pool of blood and a hill made of gray corpses.

He almost vomited; if not for the training he received as a Governor, he would have already started screaming.

Augustus Flax knew that this voice was the Chief Assassin of the Daughters of Death.

"Zhou Yun and Letna, they are respectively..." Augustus Flax said in a low voice.

"They will receive a visit from death." The cold voice said: "Our church will never find death to be in short supply."

"Especially since the great Chosen of Death is about to descend; praise that glorious blue figure."

Augustus Flax sensed the extreme fanaticism in her words.

After hanging up the call with the Daughters of Death, Augustus Flax re-established contact with Zhou Yun.

"... I have made the connection for you, but the other side requires you and that illegal psyker to go to their church for a detailed discussion."

Augustus Flax was somewhat nervous; Zhou Yun might very well refuse,

and at that point, it would depend on Augustus's eloquence.

A light laugh came from the other side of the call, as if mocking Augustus Flax.

"Alright, I was just planning to pay a visit."

Zhou Yun answered in a light tone.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 94 =====