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Chapter 11 I'm super! Lion!

Zhou Yun used his telekinesis to move the two gang members who had been knocked unconscious by head-butts to a corner behind the pipe.

He didn't expect that after he got down, he would run into two gang members who were on patrol.

Thinking back to my life, I have not had much luck since entering that abandoned city.
First, I encountered the Genestealer Cult, then I was forced to drink and had a splitting headache, then I got on a shaky train, and halfway through, I encountered two hooded men who looked like cultists, and now I ran into two gang members just after entering the old eighth district.
Zhou Yun couldn't help but wonder if he was cursed.
Maybe I should find someone to do a divination for me using the Emperor Tarot.

"You might as well let me predict for you." said the winged figure in the white light.

"Goodbye, I don't trust you." Zhou Yun shook his head and said.

However, the winged figure in the white light shook its feathers, and a burst of pure white light appeared in front of Zhou Yun's eyes, turning into a stack of thin cards.

There are various magical patterns on these cards, and it seems that each one has a unique symbolic meaning.

"Draw one."

"Isn't this still the Emperor Tarot?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but complain.

The Emperor Tarot is said to be a form of divination designed by the Emperor himself and is connected to the Emperor's mind.
Although we can't explain why the Emperor wants to do this kind of street superstition-style stuff, the Emperor Tarot is indeed one of the few reliable and less risky divination methods in the galaxy.

For example, the Space Marines, the Inquisition, and even the Ecclesiarchy are all using the Emperor Tarot for divination, but the way they use it is more sophisticated.
Unlike most of the hive dwellers, who simply pulled out a few cards from a deck of simple cards.

"Take one and try." said the winged figure in the white light.

However, Zhou Yun shook his head firmly. Even if it was the Emperor Tarot, he didn't want this subspace being in front of him to tell fortunes for him.

"It's okay, I can smoke it." The winged figure in the white light was not annoyed.

He took out a card and showed it to Zhou Yun.

"Ok?"

It is a major card, numbered 14, and it depicts an angel holding two small crucibles. The angel pours the liquid in the crucible in his left hand into the crucible in his right hand.

But what made Zhou Yun frown was that the angel on the main card did not have pure white wings, but a pair of scaly wings covered with festering.

"The upright position of this card indicates patience, while the reversed position indicates communication. A cooperation that requires patience and communication will bring you success."

The winged figure in the white light whispered:

"And it implicitly indicates that the people you need to work with are guided by something higher."

"Fourteen, which is two sevens," Zhou Yun muttered.

Seven, the holy number of Nurgle, plus the crucible and scaly wings, this is no longer a metaphor, it is a clear indication.

Zhou Yun felt his scalp tingling, and he felt more and more that he was going to be unlucky.
Suddenly, Zhou Yun heard footsteps.

He instinctively turned his head and looked in the direction where the footsteps came from.

At the corner of the pipeline area, two figures wearing brown hoods walked out.

Monger was very depressed.
In order to prevent the future shown by the "Angel" from coming true,
He and his brother risked their lives to climb out from the bottom of the nest and sneaked into the abandoned Old Eight District, looking for the location of the relic that could open the door.

However, the PDF station that probably recorded the location of the relics was buried under the rubble of the collapse.

This made Monger a little anxious.

Unlike Monger's impatience, his brother Markit still maintained the patience taught by the "Angel".
This may be why he is more popular. Market decided to avoid the patrolling gangs for a while.

He wanted to use the corrosive digestive fluid given to him by the "angel" to corrode a passage leading to the PDF station from above the PDF station.

But this might take days to complete, which Monger couldn't accept.

Even though the Governors barely manage the Lower Nest anymore, their likes are still not welcome.

If you delay for too long, you will cause unnecessary trouble.
"Don't you understand? Our time is precious."

"We're not welcome up there. Maybe someone will spot us around the next corner and do something to us—eh?"

As they turned a corner in a pipeline area, Monger said to his brother Markit.

However, before he could finish his words, Monger felt a gaze directed at the two of them.

He quickly turned his head and saw a man looking at him beside the pipe.

The man was wearing a funny toy hat, but Monger couldn't laugh when he saw the man's face.
The deep face under the hat, the face with lion-like blond hair and beard, as cold as frost.

Monger instinctively felt fear.

The moment he was stared at by those eyes embedded in the deep face, the deformed heart in his chest almost stopped beating.
He seemed to see the deepest, darkest and coldest forest in those eyes.
That forest is filled with shadows and corrupted beasts, and countless dark, forbidden, and unspeakable things lurk within it.
The man in front of him seemed to have lived in this dark forest isolated from the human world since the day he was born, hunting those blasphemous beasts.
After seeing Monger and the other man, the man frowned.

For a moment, Mung thought he saw a lion lurking in the darkness, waiting to hunt the two brothers as prey.

Monger faintly heard the terrified howl of the "Angel".
He is not like his brother, who can clearly hear the guidance of the "angel".

He could only hear some unclear sounds here and there.
But you can also feel that the "angel's" exclamation is full of fear and disbelief.
The "angels" are exclaiming fragmentary phrases,

"lion!"

"First!"

"impossible"

"It looks like! It's so similar!"

"It's not him!! The body type is wrong!"

The "Angel" was frightened by that face! Just a face made the "Angel" panic.

Mung glanced at his brother.

I noticed that he seemed to be stunned by the "Angel's" exclamation.

Monger realized the danger.

He quickly reached for his waist and pulled out the rusty scarlet dagger, cutting a wound on his wrist.
The dagger was stained with corrosive and poisonous blood.

Holding a bloody dagger, Monger rushed towards the stern-faced man without hesitation.

"Monger! Stop!" The brother's voice came from behind.

But all Monger saw was the lion-like man in the funny hat.
The finger on the funny hat suddenly pointed at him.

(End of this chapter)