Chapter 359: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg? Chapter 359 Guidance (III)

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

"Just follow Adult Luna's arrangements." The leader withdrew his thoughts and ordered in a deep voice.

"We're hiding in the Starport; there's no need to actively contact the Tithe Fleet people."

"Just act according to the original plan!"

Although everyone was still somewhat doubtful, none dared disobey the order, and they all nodded in agreement.

Over the next two days, strange rumors began to quietly spread throughout the Starport.

First, sailors chatting at the supply station said that among the soldiers waiting to board the ship, there seemed to be someone who believed in an evil cult, with prayer words having nothing to do with the Emperor.

Then, soldiers on guard discussed privately that they had caught several people acting strangely, muttering strange words like "Purify the World" and "Rebirth."

The rumors grew wings, spreading from lower-level sailors to ordinary soldiers, and then from soldiers to junior officers, becoming stranger and stranger the more they spread.

The first to confirm this matter was an army corporal responsible for patrolling the Starport.

That day, he brought two soldiers to patrol the area where soldiers waited to board and rest, and from afar he saw several new recruits in coarse clothes squatting in a corner,

heads bowed, forming a circle, right hands pressed to their left chests, fingertips gently drawing circles, muttering words under their breath.

At first he thought they were praying for the Emperor's protection, after all, they were about to go to the battlefield, and fear was inevitable.

But when he walked a few steps closer and heard clearly what those people were muttering, his expression changed instantly.

"Purify the world with fire, rebirth after the plague," "God Emperor's protection, crossing the sea of bitterness," not a single word mentioned the Emperor.

"What are you doing!" The corporal shouted sternly, raising his laser gun to aim at the several people,

"Stand up, put your hands up!"

The several new recruits were startled, and the habit left from scavenging in Bottom City made them instinctively want to run, but they were immediately pressed to the ground by the patrolling soldiers.

They struggled desperately, shouting that they were wronged.

The corporal asked no more questions, and according to the regulations for disposing of heretics, he ordered on the spot that the several people be executed on the spot.

After the muffled sound of the laser gun, several corpses fell into a pool of blood.

The corporal spat, cursed a "heretic," and had someone drag the corpses away to be burned.

This kind of thing was too common in the lower levels of the Nest Capital.

Bottom City was full of dragons and snakes, with cults big and small as numerous as cow hairs; catch a batch, kill a batch, and they would soon disappear without a trace.

The officer responsible for Starport defense, after hearing the report, just waved his hand and didn't take it to heart.

But soon they discovered that things were not so simple.

In the following days, among every batch of conscripts boarding the ship, people with similar behavior could be caught.

Some of them did not recite prayer words, but quietly made the gesture of pressing the right hand to the chest and drawing circles with fingertips while queuing.

Some had inconspicuous gray cloth patches sewn inside their clothes, printed with distorted runes.

They never gathered in crowds, scattered in various corners of the crowd, had no communication with each other, yet had exactly the same movements and marks.

"How strange, why are they everywhere?"

As more heretics were dealt with, the soldiers gradually sensed something was wrong.

More and more people discussed it in private, and the rumors became more and more intense.

Some said that this cult called "Plague Cleansing" had enormous power in Bottom City, and half of the conscripted soldiers this time were believers.

Others said this cult was not an ordinary evil cult at all, but was inseparable from Chaos, otherwise how could it develop so fast in the plague.

These rumors soon passed beyond the level of ordinary soldiers and reached the ears of the State Religion forces on the ship.

Bishop Wenka was a High Priest accompanying the Tithe Fleet, responsible for the fleet's blessings, thought purification, and faith monitoring.

He wore a heavy red robe embroidered with golden Holy Emblems, held a gem-encrusted Scepter in his hand, and his white beard was meticulously groomed.

His whole body exuded the rigidity and severity unique to State Religion clergy.

In his view, these soldiers chosen by the God Emperor, who were about to dedicate themselves to the Empire, should hold the purest faith in the God Emperor.

Boarding Tithe warships with heretical faith was simply the greatest desecration of the God Emperor.

"Ridiculous, simply a huge ridiculousness!"

After hearing his subordinate's report, Bishop Wenka heavily stamped the Scepter on the Floor, making a dull sound.

His face was dark, his brows full of anger: "What on earth is going on with Brévès Bottom City?"

"The plague running rampant is bad enough, but actually letting heretical cults develop to this extent! Is this how Governor Keli Feng governs his Territory?"

"Bishop Adult, we have already executed dozens of heretics who prayed openly, but we still can't catch them all." The subordinate said cautiously.

"They hide very deeply, on the surface there's no difference from ordinary people, very difficult to distinguish."

"Can't distinguish? Then torture them with severe punishment!" Bishop Wenka's eyes were ice cold.

"Catch a batch of suspects, beat them to death."

"I want to see exactly what this Plague Cleansing cult is, and how much filth is hidden behind it!"

He immediately ordered personnel to be drawn from the National Religion Guard to cooperate with the Starport Guard Force to conduct a comprehensive screening of all conscripts waiting to board.

Anyone with cult marks or who had made special gestures was all arrested and imprisoned separately.

The light in the Interrogation Room was pale and glaring, and the torture instruments still had undried bloodstains on them.

The believers caught at first gritted their teeth and held out, but before the torture that the State Religion specialized in, few could endure.

In less than a day, believers with weak wills could not hold out and confessed intermittently.

「Yes, it's the Purge Plague Sect... 」

「Bottom City is full of their believers everywhere; they distribute food, treat plague victims, and have saved many people... 」

「There are priests leading them, and many, many powerful Acolytes. 」

Fragmentary confessions pieced together revealed a heretical cult of immense scale entrenched in Bottom City, gradually surfacing.

When the Interrogation Record was delivered to Bishop Wenka's hands, he looked at the words on the paper: "scale in the tens of millions," "spread throughout all of Bottom City," "core leader's identity unknown."

His complexion was gloomy enough to wring water from.

Such a huge cult organization had developed to such a scale in Brévès Bottom City, yet the Governor's Mansion had not the slightest movement?

Was Lin En truly overwhelmed by the Plague and unable to attend to it, or had he known from the very beginning, even intentionally conniving?

Bishop Wenka gripped the Scepter tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.

He looked out the Window at the transport ships coming and going endlessly in the Starport, his gaze growing colder and colder.

This matter absolutely would not just be let go like this!