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Chapter 13 This Cultist is a Weak Person

Chapter 13 This Cultist is a Weak Person
"My name is Ryan Russ." Zhou Yun said seriously.

The moment they heard this name, the three people present couldn't hold back anymore.

".There's no need for you to use such a perfunctory pseudonym to deceive us." Monger said, shaking his head.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me your real name." Market said with a gentle smile.

".Do you have any obsession with Ryan and Ruth?" said the winged figure in the white light.

The name combines the two Primarchs of the Empire, two Primarchs who were diametrically opposed to each other.
The Primarch of the Dark Angels, Lion El'Jonson.

The Primarch of the Space Wolves, Wolf Lord Leman Russ.

The name Ryan Ruth is as outrageous in 40K as someone named Jesus Sakyamuni or Aisin-Gioro Chongzhen.

"How can it be a pseudonym? This name was given by my parents based on our preferences." Zhou Yun said seriously.

".Your father revered the Primarch Lion El'Jonson, and your mother revered the Primarch Leman Russ?" Monger asked with some curiosity.

"No, my father likes cats and my mother likes dogs." Zhou Yun said with a grin.

"Ruth might laugh happily, but Ryan will never let you go." The winged figure in the white light said darkly.

Monger and Market looked at each other. Even though Zhou Yun couldn't see their faces under their hoods, he could feel how confused they were at the moment.

"I now feel that you and we are on the same path."

Mengge turned his head and looked at Zhou Yun and said:

"Just based on what you just said, you deserve to be sent to the stake and burned slowly for three days and three nights."

"Behind this is where PDF is stationed."

After passing through the abandoned hive city streets that were like a maze, Markit and Monger brought a man who called himself "Lian Russ" to a ruin deep in the Zhouyun Nest area.

Monger, Markit, and Zhou Yun hid behind a spacious house not far away, staring at the scene not far away.

Mountains of rubble stood between the ground and ceiling of the hive city, like an insurmountable wall of sighs.

At the foot of the rubble mountain, local gangs have built a temporary base.

Small generators roared and hummed, pumping electricity into the abandoned houses near the street, lighting up the newly installed light bulbs.

The old Eighth District was once part of the Upper Nest, where the middle class of the Hive City lived.

They are the bureaucrats who handle daily affairs of the hive, the senior managers of the factories, and the political and economic servants needed in the lives of the nobles.
Their living conditions are much better than those in the lower nest, with more space, better buildings, and wider streets.

There is almost no chance to sneak in through the complex streets.
Moreover, these gang members built low walls with rubble between the houses, as if they were defending themselves to the death.

After all, the equipment in the PDF base behind the rubble mountain is coveted by countless gangs.

Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.
He noticed that next to the pile of rubble, there was a fully assembled small excavator parked there.

"They actually brought in a small excavator?" Munger, who was squatting next to Zhou Yun, muttered softly.

"It seems that there is a technically savvy mechanic in this gang." Zhou Yun nodded.

He saw two or three men dressed as Hive workers debugging a small excavator next to the machine.

"How did you originally plan to get in?" Zhou Yun said, looking at the two men covered in robes.

"My brother plans to corrode a tunnel in the pipeline area and enter the PDF base from above." said Monger.

Zhou Yun's eyes twitched slightly, and he looked at the size of the rubble mountain in front of him and assessed the thickness between the pipeline area and the PDF station.
"I'm afraid the emperor has stood up from the throne, and you two haven't dug it out yet." Zhou Yun said with a twitch of his mouth.

"I think so too," said Monger in agreement.

"You two should stop singing the same tune." Market shook her head helplessly: "We need to be patient, very patient."

"Then I'll find a way to get in by myself, and you two can go back and dig slowly." Zhou Yun shrugged. "Do you have a way to get in?" Mengge looked at Zhou Yun and asked.

"It's better not to kill anyone." Market said softly, "We don't want to attract too much attention."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun couldn't help but roll his eyes. He didn't expect that the first time he cooperated with a cultist in his life, the cultist actually asked for no deaths.
How should I put it? Very Nurgle-like.

"Well, do you have any magical magic that can make them have diarrhea or something?" Zhou Yun asked, touching his chin.

Monger and Market looked at each other.

"My blood is poisonous. If I add it into their water source, it should give them diarrhea, right?"

Monger said with some uncertainty in his tone.

"Diarrhea? Just diarrhea?" Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment and looked at Monger strangely.

Your blood, a Nurgle believer, can only cause diarrhea?

Noticing Zhou Yun's strange gaze, Monger was silent for a while and said:
"Some unlucky ones might get infected with parasites or something."

The blood of Nurgle's followers only causes diarrhea and parasites.
"It's okay. Monger's blood is shamefully toxic. It has never killed anyone."

Market said calmly:
"If it weren't for the fact that it's corrosive, Monger's blood isn't deadly at all."

"After adding it to the water, the blood is diluted and the corrosiveness is no longer harmful."

"Brother!" said Munger depressedly.

Hearing this, Zhou Yun's mouth twitched slightly.

Why does he feel that these two cultists are a bit weak?

Markit was too good-tempered to be a cultist, and too patient.
As a follower of Nurgle, Mung's blood, apart from being corrosive, can only cause diarrhea and parasite infection in people.

No wonder there have been no cultists causing trouble in Asford. It turns out it's because your business level is just like this.
Zhou Yun looked at the two cultists and felt a little pity for a moment. It was not easy for them to be a cultist in the Nest City with this level.

"But you see, there are people guarding their water source. How are you going to add Mung's blood into it?" Markit said, pointing at the water source.

Six or seven gang members were patrolling there.

"Hey! I have an idea!" Zhou Yun chuckled and pointed a finger at the excavator at the foot of the rubble.

The mechanical hand on his hat also extended its fingers.
Boom——————

A sound of mechanical friction was heard, and the small excavator parked at the foot of the rubble suddenly raised its mechanical arm high.

The Hive workers who were debugging it were startled and took a few steps back.

"What are you doing?" the gang member next to him shouted.

"We didn't move!" the hive worker hurriedly explained.

Then, under the shocked gaze of the workers and gang members, the excavator slowly turned its head towards several gang members.

"Could it be that the Machine Soul has appeared?!" A Hive City worker recalled the Machine Soul he had heard about and shouted.

"The machine soul is very happy!" Another hive worker couldn't help but shout.

Then, the excavator's mechanical arm swung down heavily, knocking out a gang member nearby.

The faces of the Hive City workers instantly changed from excitement to horror.