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Chapter 22 Alas, Imperial Truth!

"Unfortunately, Captain Locke firmly forbade me to reveal the circumstances at that time."

"Otherwise I will definitely write a long poem about this topic, about deception, betrayal and the coming destruction."

"But it's not without gain."

"I wrote down the strange words that Erebus had tattooed on his face, and I also recorded a lot of the ancient spells of the Daven Society."

"I just can't understand a single word. Maybe I should find a preacher to help me translate and interpret it. I wonder if old Hindman has time to interpret these words."

Hmm? The strange writing on Erebus's face? The ancient spell of the Daven Society?
Zhou Yun's eyes twitched slightly, and he felt an ominous feeling in his heart. He gently turned the next page with his fingers.

Bang!
After Zhou Yun glanced at the words on the next page, he quickly closed the notebook.

Sure enough, there were a lot of distorted and abstract Daven hieroglyphs recorded on it. Zhou Yun felt slightly dizzy just after taking a glance at it.

"What's wrong?" Monger noticed Zhou Yun's strange behavior.

Zhou Yun just shook his head, his expression a little uncomfortable.

"It is indeed a spell circulated among the warrior societies on Daven." The winged figure in the white light said in a low voice.

There was some disgust and disdain in his voice, as if those words were something extremely blasphemous and dirty.

Davin, where Horus was corrupted,
The humans on that planet were corrupted by chaos and became like wild beasts.
These Daven formed numerous warrior societies of dark faith, where Chaos monks served shadowy mysteries.

The real objects of worship of those secret sects are the gods in the warp.
They have received from the gods a host of profane secrets belonging to the Warp.

Ignace Calchas actually did something so stupid as to record the spells circulating among the societies on the planet Daven.

It was a close call. This guy almost killed me after ten thousand years.

A bead of sweat ran down Zhou Yun's forehead.

Maybe the head of the branch of the Corpse Guild was corrupted by Chaos because he had deciphered some of the spells in the book.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yun opened the notebook again, and without hesitation tore off the pages of cream-colored paper covered with Davin's hieroglyphic runes, and threw them on the ground.

He used his telekinesis to control the twelve laser rifles floating around him and fired at the papers thrown on the ground.

Only when he saw the papers covered with blasphemous spells burned to ashes did Zhou Yun feel a little relieved.

Looking at Zhou Yun's strange behavior, Monger and Market looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Nothing, just some dirt on those papers."

Zhou Yun took a breath, looked at Monger and Market, shook his head and said.

"Dirty stuff?" Monger showed some curiosity: "How dirty is it?"

"It's very dirty, just like the story of Ryan selling hooks to Russ." Zhou Yun said with a look of disdain at the ashes on the ground.

Hearing the blasphemous words coming out of Zhou Yun's mouth, the corner of Monger's eye twitched slightly.

How could this guy be so careless in saying such blasphemous words?
After hearing this, even he, a mutant, couldn't help but want to send him to the stake.

Monger glanced at Market beside him and found that his brother was also speechless.

The two men exchanged glances, and Monger took a step forward and patted Zhou Yun on the shoulder.

"Brother, if you can't make it in the Lower Nest one day, come to the Bottom Nest."

"My two brothers also have a certain status in the Bottom Nest." Zhou Yun cast a strange look at Monger: "What are you talking about? I'm not a mutant. I have to be very depressed to go to the Bottom Nest."

"But you are a heretic." Monger said seriously, "Damn, my brother and I combined are not as heretic as you."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun frowned heavily and slapped Mengge's hand away: "Don't slander someone's innocence out of thin air."

"My loyalty to mankind is as clear as the sun and the moon. There is no two suns in the sky. In my heart, there is only the cold sun, the Emperor."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun looked at Monger and Market with a righteous look on his face:
"I believe wholeheartedly in the following truths: there are no ghosts, no supernatural phenomena, and no magic or witchcraft among the stars. Everything can be explained by scientific means. Human beings can overcome everything with the light of reason. Nothing should be worshipped. The rational galaxy needs to completely eliminate the backward concept of religion."

Zhou Yun's voice was so powerful that Market and Monger were stunned for a moment.

The two looked at each other in surprise, and then couldn't help laughing out loud.

"You really know how to tell jokes." Monger couldn't help but shook his head.

Markit couldn't help but sigh and said, "Who came up with this 'truth' full of lies? What blasphemy and heresy!"

"Whether in the state religion or in the secret sects that roam in the shadows, such theories are so stupid that they deserve to be burned at the stake."

If there are no gods among the stars, where do the torches that illuminate the Milky Way come from? And what are the great beings in the Warp?

If there is no paranormal activity and no magic, then what do priests, psykers, and cultists perform?
If everything can be understood by science, then why are both the warp and the physical universe shrouded in mystery?

If the light of human reason can overcome everything and humans do not need faith and worship, then why do state religions exist?
Monger and Market couldn't help but laugh out loud because every word of this "truth" was contrary to reality.

"Yes, who on earth could have come up with such a shocking lie?" Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.

The winged figure in the white light trembled slightly.
"Alas, Imperial Truth," he sighed with deep resentment.

Mengge took a breath, came back to his senses from his laughter, and patted Zhou Yun on the shoulder.

"Anyway, be careful not to end up at the stake."

"If you can't make it, come to Dilao to find me. I'm your friend."

As he said that, Monger punched Zhou Yun on the shoulder.

Zhou Yun shrugged his shoulders.

No matter how you think about it, he won't end up in the bottom nest.
"I might as well go to the fucking bottom nest!"

Zhou Yun suppressed the churning feeling in his stomach, covered his forehead and squatted on the freight train, watching Rag and several gang members carrying the 300 automatic infantry rifles.

After getting out of the old Eighth District, he parted ways with Monge and Market and took a freight train back to this district.

It turns out that even without a hangover, this train is still a torture.

If I had known earlier, I would have followed the Markit brothers to the bottom nest. At least I wouldn't have to take this life-threatening train again.

"Brother Zhou Yun, do you want to go to Sharp Spear for a drink tonight?" Rag patted Zhou Yun on the back with a smile.

Not only did Zhou Yun make a fortune from this batch of automatic infantry rifles, but Rag also certainly got a lot of benefits.

Zhou Yun almost couldn't hold back his vomit. He slapped Rag's hand away, shook his head and said:
"No, I want to vomit in your face now."

He rubbed his eyebrows and stood up. Now he just wanted to go home and have a good sleep.

(End of this chapter)