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Chapter 169 Golden Angel and Dark Angel

In the endless yellow sand, the entrance of a pipeline is faintly visible.

The edge of the pipe was broken and it protruded diagonally into the desert. It was made of some kind of black metal that was covered with scratches from the passage of time. But the strange thing was that this metal had no rust at all, as if it had been newly cast and thrown into the desert shortly after.

Zhou Yun, with a cunning face, reached out his hand from under his robe and touched the metal pipe.
Long before humans colonized Baal, the planet was inhabited by an alien species.

As time went by, these aliens disappeared into history, and the civilization they created also dissipated with the wind. Only the ruins of many cities were buried under the endless yellow sand.

The pipeline in front of Zhou Yun was obviously the remains of the alien civilization in the past. It was now occupied by the Gene Stealers and became their headquarters.

If what those two cunning people said is true, the size of this headquarters is not small.
Zhou Yun straightened the robe he was wearing, pulled the fire scorpion behind him and walked into the pipe.

The pipe was thick enough to drag the four or five-meter-wide fire scorpion into it. According to what the two cunning men said, Zhou Yun began to shuttle between the complicated pipes. Not long after, a heavy circular gate appeared in front of him.

The strange thing is that this gate is upside down in the pipe.

There were complicated patterns carved on the gate. Zhou Yun tilted his head to look at the pattern on the gate.

The thieves sprayed a lot of paint on the gate, but the carvings on the gate were deep enough that the paint could not completely cover them.

Zhou Yun could still vaguely see that the pattern on the gate was two winged angels circling each other.
The two angels were one golden and one black. The golden one was holy and pure like the morning sun and blazing fire, while the black one was furious and crazy like a bloody black cloud.

The two angels seem to be engaged in an eternal struggle, but their wings vaguely overlap, which seems to imply the commonality between the two angels.
Zhou Yun knew that this was the belief of the extinct alien race.

The first aliens who lived on Baal worshipped the Angels of Gold and Darkness. The two angels were engaged in an endless struggle in the Sea of ​​Souls.
Later, this alien race disappeared into history, but the human race that subsequently colonized Baal was still influenced by this belief.

What really surprised Zhou Yun was that the angel in the alien carving on the gate had a human face.

Logically speaking, humans should not have come to Baal when this sculpture was completed, and it is unlikely that the aliens would look exactly like humans.

Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.

Some people believe that the Dark Angels of this faith represent the curse that entangles the Blood Angels - the Black Rage and the Blood Thirst.

Before Zhou Yun could think more, the gate opened slightly with a slight tremor.

"Password." A sharp voice sounded behind the door.

Zhou Yun's expression remained unchanged, and he whispered to the person behind the door: "The blood of Elytra Sanguinius will live forever, and the soul of Elytra Sanguinius will live forever."

This was the password he learned from the two thieves.

This implies the beliefs of the Cult of Elytra Sanguinius.
They believe that the blood of Elytra Sanguinius flows in their veins, and that blood carries not only the genetic sequence of Elytra Sanguinius, but also fragments of his soul.
This is why every descendant of Elytra Sanguinius can hear the whispers of Elytra Sanguinius.

Of course, Zhou Yun knew that the sound they heard was only the voice of the Tyranid Hive Will.

The gate creaked open.

A huge deformed being was standing behind the door, pushing it open for Zhou Yun.
This particular genestealer has a larger body size, but relatively lower intelligence.
Next to this gigantic aberration stood an ordinary genestealer in a robe.

"Logans?" The genestealer seemed to know the owner of the face Zhou Yun used.

It looked up and down at Zhou Yun and the Fire Scorpion behind him and asked, "Where is your brother Karl Jane?"

Zhou Yun's expression suddenly showed just the right amount of sadness, and his body trembled slightly at the right frequency, as if he was suppressing the pain in his heart.

"It's dead." Zhou Yun's voice was hoarse, and he looked unwilling to talk too much, but his eyes glanced at the fire scorpion behind him.

The Genestealer opened his mouth, as if he thought that Karl Jane had died while hunting the fire scorpion.

But seeing the sadness on Zhou Yun's face and hearing the hoarseness in his voice, the words he wanted to ask got stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.

In the end, the genestealer could only nod, indicating that Zhou Yun could put down the fire scorpion and enter the stronghold.

Zhou Yun put the fire scorpion down and, according to the information he had learned from the two thieves, walked towards the entrance of the stronghold with an expert look.

It was a round manhole cover lying on the ground. Zhou Yun reached out and lifted the cover, crawled into it, and landed on the rusty metal path under the cover.

He looked up at the Ji Zei Cult stronghold in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly,
In front of Zhou Yun was an entire underground city. The buildings here were all made of black metal, shaped like black bubbles hanging from the ceiling, revealing a unique aesthetic that was not like that of humans.
The most unique thing is that the entire city is upside down, as if it was turned upside down. The pipe that Zhou Yun passed through when he just entered the city was actually the city's sewer, and now above his head is a road built by the alien civilization in the past.

The rusty metal road beneath my feet was obviously added later by the Genestealers, hanging between the inverted buildings.

The bubble-shaped metal skyscrapers of the past have become the pillars of this inverted city, supporting a space underground.

This was obviously an ancient city of aliens. It was completely overturned for some reason, but it was relatively well preserved.

The Genestealers then discovered the entrance to the city through the complex pipes in the desert and transformed it into their own stronghold.

They call this place Elytra Castle and regard it as their fortress monastery.

No wonder the Blood Angels failed to find the Genestealer base.

This city has probably been buried deep in the desert for who knows how many years.

Zhou Yun walked on the rusty metal road suspended in the air, looking around the ancient city.

In the center of the city stood a statue, which was supposed to depict a golden angel descending from the sky and overpowering a dark angel.

However, the entire city has been turned upside down, and the scene depicted by the statue has naturally changed to the dark angel above and the golden angel below.

"Lion El'Jonson is above, and Sanguinius is below?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but smile.

The winged figure in the white light seemed to tremble.
".You.seem.to.be.deserving.a.lion.head.punch."

Fragmented sounds came from the subspace, and Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.

He noticed that the winged figure in the white light became clearer. He wondered if the barrier between the subspace and the real universe here was relatively weaker, or if he had recovered some of his strength?
"Hello, hey, hey, can you still talk?" Zhou Yun said, looking at the winged figure in the white light.

However, the winged figure in the white light only fluttered its wings a few times, and the fragmented and unsystematic sounds flashed past Zhou Yun's ears.

Then Zhou Yun vaguely saw a white light pointing to a building not far away.

He was stunned for a moment, curious about where the winged figure in the white light was guiding Zhou Yun.

He followed the direction of the white light and walked along the metal road suspended in the air towards the building.
After approaching the building, Zhou Yun discovered that it was a restaurant transformed from an alien-shaped building.
The entrance is a circular hole that was once a window, with a sign hanging above it with the name of the restaurant.

"Elytra and Claws." Zhou Yun read out the name of the restaurant, then glanced at today's menu written next to it.

"Salt-baked fire scorpion, braised desert rat, fried dried rhizome. It's quite rich."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It seemed that this group of gene stealers had even developed a nearly complete social system underground.
When did the Zerg start to set their sights on Baal?
He retracted his gaze, pushed the door and walked into the restaurant.

Then, Zhou Yun was slightly stunned.

The restaurant was full of people. Genestealers gathered in groups of three or five at the tables, chatting animatedly.

Most of them discuss the living saint Saint Gileli who is about to come to Baal.

But among this group of gene stealers, there was one person who stood out extremely. So conspicuous that Zhou Yun couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

A man wearing bright red armor, more than two meters tall, with skin as pale as a corpse, hair like silver threads, and a cold and gloomy face, was sitting alone in a corner of the restaurant.
The most horrifying thing was the armor on this man. It looked like the exposed muscles of a skinned person, with clear textures and deep red like blood, as if it was pulsating.
The corners of Zhou Yun's eyes twitched slightly, because he found that the gene thieves in the restaurant seemed to ignore the man in the corner of the restaurant, as if he was just an ordinary, solitary gene thief.

Mephiston, the chief think tank of the Blood Angels?

Why is he here?

Zhou Yun frowned slightly, and immediately guessed that Mephiston must have used his psychic power to distort the perception of these Genestealers, making him less conspicuous in the eyes of the Genestealers.

But in Zhou Yun's impression, Mephiston should have received a prophecy from some Eldar and was preparing a ritual to deal with Kabanha.
He thought for a moment, then walked to the opposite side of the table where Mephiston was sitting, smiled and spoke to Mephiston in an extremely sincere tone:

"By the grace of Saint Guillemos, brother of this tribe, do you mind if I share the table with you?"

"As a brother with the blood of Elytra Sanguinius flowing in your veins, you will definitely not reject me, right?"

(End of this chapter)