I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 156 Astartes Priest?

Rough sand blowing over Angels Landing,

Zhou Yun walked south along Saint Gilles Boulevard. This street was relatively cool under the shadow cast by the angel's wings.
He pushed up his decorative glasses and silently glanced at the Astartes who occasionally walked by on the street.
They were mainly warriors of the Crimson Blades, who were divided into small groups and worshipped the traces left by Sanguinius in the city.
It was not known whether the Blood Knights had left or gone somewhere together, and they disappeared from the streets.

Ordinary pedestrians were even rarer, and most people only dared to hide in the houses, watching the Astartes from afar, and some even dared not to look over.

Heavy footsteps left a crunching sound on the sand. A man wearing black armor and a helmet cast in the shape of a skull appeared.

The angry skull-shaped helmet looked at Zhou Yun, its neatly arranged metal teeth biting the breathing hose tightly, and its light green eyes were glowing in the sun.

A Crimson Blade Space Marine priest, Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.
The face that symbolized death certainly did not scare Zhou Yun. He even looked at the pastor with interest.
The priest walked towards Zhou Yun with several Space Marines. He nodded slightly to Zhou Yun, and his power armor creaked.

"Hello, respectable residents of Baal." The priest spoke in a deep voice, with an accent that was completely different from that of Baal and Hades.
His voice came through the loudspeaker, a little deafening: "Do you know where the Great Plaza is?"

“I want to pay tribute to our father.”

The pastor seemed to be trying to make his voice friendly.

But combined with his helmet, his voice and his megaphone, it was enough to scare a city of kids into peeing their pants at night.

Zhou Yun blinked gently.

A gentle priest? That's rare, especially among the sons of Sanguinius.
In fact, not to mention the descendants of Sanguinius, even among the descendants of Guilliman, the priests are often the most devilish ones in the chapter.

Is this the chance he gets to get the map as determined by the right or wrong divination machine?

But Zhou Yun has not yet reached the south of Angel Landing Town.
"I'm not a native of Basilisk." Zhou Yun smiled lightly, "I'm Neos Nobita, a pipe repairman from Asford. I'm responsible for plugging broken pipes to prevent sewage, mutants, and chicken thieves from pouring into the Lower Nest."

"I am also here to pay respect and worship to the Archangel."

When Zhou Yun mentioned respect and worship, the winged figure in the white light in the corner of his eyes trembled with obvious disdain, as if questioning Zhou Yun's piety and respect for the archangel.
What a damn birdman.

"But I seem to be lost too." Zhou Yun shrugged and said helplessly.

He didn't lead the conversation directly to the map because he felt it was too blunt.

The priest stared at Zhou Yun for a few seconds, then said in a gentle voice: "I see, Neos of Asford, I have heard about your battle, and your loyalty is worthy of praise."

"Lost? It seems your companions are all in the south of the city. Just follow the Boulevard Sanguinius."

The pastor turned around and pointed Zhou Yun in the direction.

It seemed that the four words Asford aroused the pastor's favor, and his tone became slightly less deep and gloomy.

Companions? Where would I get companions? Another group of Asford people?

Zhou Yun did not reveal his doubts. The face wrapped around his outer side was a fake face made of body clay, and it was easy to control the expression.

"Thank you for your guidance." Zhou Yun nodded slightly, and the pastor returned the greeting.

Then Zhou Yun continued to walk towards the south of the city, while the priest turned around and continued looking for the Great Square.

"Hello, respectable residents of Baal."

The pastor found another pedestrian and said to the trembling pedestrian:
"Do you know where the Great Square is?" "I wish to pay tribute to our father."

What he said was exactly the same as what he had just said to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun glanced at him without leaving a trace and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Although this pastor had a gentle tone, he was very methodical in his actions and seemed to have a set of templates when speaking.

Could it be that he is always speaking in the language of Toilet Paper, Oh No, Codex Astartes?

Zhou Yun retracted his gaze before the pastor noticed.

As a Space Marine, the priest's senses were extraordinarily enhanced.

But under the fake skin made of clay on Zhou Yun's body is the Kaito DX suit. With the enhanced senses brought by the pale death, his reaction speed is much faster than that of the Space Marine priest.
This is how he avoided revealing any real flaws in front of the pastor.

Zhou Yun disappeared silently at the end of the street.
After Zhou Yun disappeared, the pastor slowly raised his head and looked in the direction he disappeared.

"Brother, is there anything suspicious about him?" asked the Crimson Blade battle-brother standing next to the priest.

"." The priest was silent for a while, only the creaking sound of the power armor could be heard: "No."

Neither the Chaos corruption nor the genetic mutation was noticed by the priest.

"It's just that his attitude surprised me. Few mortals can talk to me without fear. Is it that the war in Asford has tempered its residents? Or is it their unique faith that supports them?"

The priest thought of the so-called Saint Doraemon, and Commander Dante chose to temporarily tolerate this sect that worshipped a saint who was not recognized by the state religion.
If the man named Neos is a companion of the Asford people in the south of the city, he should also be a believer of Saint Doraemon.

"It's strange, but the name Neos actually makes me feel a little sacred, as if the name itself is worthy of respect."

A vehicle made of crude machinery lay across the southern edge of Angels Landing, next to the thin red fog.

A group of people wearing linen clothes and with Asford faces were gathered around the car, holding something in their hands and praying in a low voice.

".It is the spirit of all things. It protects our vehicles from ever stalling."

"Hope. May we arrive safely."

The whispered prayer reached Zhou Yun's ears, and he walked forward with a little curiosity.

Seeing Zhou Yun approaching, they immediately stopped praying and put the things in their hands into their pockets.

They looked at Zhou Yun with vigilance, and finally set their gaze on Zhou Yun's face, which looked neither like a Baal nor an Asford.

"My fellow countryman, where is your convoy going?" Zhou Yun smiled slightly and asked in a low Gothic language with an Asford accent.

Hearing Zhou Yun's accent, the looks of these Asford people softened in an instant.

"The Second Fodia Town." said the leading Asford man.

Second, Fudia Zhou Yun blinked gently.

"That's a coincidence, we're going the same way." He smiled.

(End of this chapter)