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Chapter 5 The day you ascend too?

Promethium burned in the boiler, turning into electricity that lit up the dim lights, illuminating the streets surrounded by stacked buildings.

The wildly growing stalls have squeezed the road into a narrow space, and swill, garbage, oil and other waste have invaded the road. Zhou Yun tried his best to avoid the filth and walked through the stalls.

The cooking oil splashed out fishy yellow stars, skewers of meat were sizzling on the stove, and next to the stove was a fat candy made by boiling in a lead pot. Although it contained chronic toxins, it was also a rare source of sweetness in the city.

Zhou Yun only ordered two greasy skewers of meat and stuffed them into his mouth. If you didn't go into the source of the meat, it would be considered good food.

He pulled two cheap LHO cigarettes from his pocket and threw them into a grease-stained can on the stall.

Then he walked west along the narrow street, passed through the scrap iron archway and the crowded crowd, and came to a three-way intersection.

At the three corners of the intersection, there are three towering stone statues carved from bluestone. They cut through the crowded and chaotic buildings like three sharp blades cutting through the hive city.

The identities of two of the statues have long been forgotten. Some say they were the first monks of the state religion to preach on Asford, while others say they were the first two patriarchs of Governor Flax's family.

But no matter which statement it is, after a long time, it is no longer possible to verify it.

Neither the monks nor the governor could withstand the erosion of ten thousand years.

Only the third statue, the tallest and most sacred one, could make any resident of the empire recite his sacred name with piety after taking a look at it.

The faint scarlet sunlight sprinkled down from above the stone statue, onto its spread wings, onto the spear it held, and onto its face that was both kind and serious.

Sanguinius, demigod son of the Emperor, Lord of the 9th Legion, Archangel of the Imperium.

But Zhou Yun came here not to admire the heroic figure of the stone statue of Saint Gilles, but for the small tavern under its gun.

At the point where Sanguinius's sharp spear pointed, there was a simple hut built of cement wood and quick-concrete.
On the sign hanging on the shed was a picture of a cup filled with red wine, and next to it was the name of the tavern: The Spear.

Before Zhou Yun even walked in, he heard loud shouting and cursing coming from the tavern.

The wooden door of the tavern was kicked open by a group of people. They were wearing the common clothes of the workers in the hive city and dragged a thin man with an ugly gray face and a tattoo of the local gang's rat mark on his face out of the tavern.

"Rag, did you eat the history of mutants?"

The leading Hive worker cursed and punched the ugly-faced gang member on the head again and again.

Zhou Yun glanced at the scene and saw the gang member reaching out his hand to him, crying out, "Brother Zhou Yun, Brother Zhou Yun, save me!"

While asking for help, he also kept swearing: "This is my brother Zhou Yun, he has a lot of respect in front of our gang leader, just wait!"

The nest workers stopped what they were doing and all looked up at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun shrugged and kicked the gang member in the head.

"Beat my share, too. I'll buy you guys a drink later."

When the workers heard that there was wine to drink, they cheered and all the blows they struck at the gang member's head became more powerful.

Zhou Yun pushed open the door of the pub and walked to the bar.

Behind the bar is the owner of the Spear, a blind burly man.
It is said that he once went to Shangchao in an illegal way and lost one eye there. People nearby called him Old One-Eye.

This name always reminds Zhou Yun of the famous Tyranid executioner.

"Smoking? Drinking?" asked the one-eyed old man, holding an LHO cigarette in his mouth.

Lho cigarettes are not real tobacco, they are actually a byproduct of the promethium industry, essentially an addictive anesthetic containing tobacco flavor, and inhaling too much can cause blindness. However, this thing is cheap, can make people forget this dark life temporarily, and can also relieve the unbearable high-pressure work of the nest city workers, so it has naturally become a necessity and even currency for many people in the city.

Under Augustus Flax's bad behavior, the order of the lower and middle classes in the city has long collapsed, which is comparable to 2K's Gotham City.

However, although the governor also lost his parents early, he would not wear a perverted tights and become a night vigilante.

Many times, lho cigarettes are more useful than the currency issued by the governor.

So Zhou Yun waved his hand, signaling the one-eyed old man to give him a glass of wine.

The one-eyed old man wiped the not-so-clean wine glass and pushed a glass of wine with scarlet bubbles to Zhou Yun.

This couldn't be expensive red wine, of course. It was just a homemade wine made by Old One-Eye himself using waste from the promethium industry.
There may be some strange formulas added in it, and there may be a lot of technology and hard work.
However, during these days in the Nest City, Zhou Yun had already learned to turn a blind eye.

As long as he didn't know what the recipe was, he could drink a whole cup without any twitching or redness in his eyes.

"What did that bastard Rag do to the mutants again?" Zhou Yun asked as he glanced at the gang members who were being beaten outside the door.

That guy's name was Rag, a low-level member of the Lower Nest Rat Gang, and he was the one who sold the location of the abandoned city area to Zhou Yun.

"Who knows? He always deserves a beating, so let him get it."

The one-eyed old man said, smoking a cigarette:
"The God-Emperor taught us to be honest, but he will probably never learn."

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.

"Oh, so is there any new news in the past two days?" he asked after drinking half a glass of scarlet wine.

"New, a scavenger found the abandoned old Eighth District."

The old one-eyed man replied:
"Oh, there's news from the neighboring region. The Ark Gang that emerged in recent years has taken over the neighboring region."

"Ark Gang" Zhou Yun muttered, he seemed to remember the gene stealer who was smashed into a bug cake, he seemed to have muttered this name.

So, Zhou Yun recalled the information about the Ark Gang from his mind.

It was a gang with some religious elements that had only risen in recent years. It had originally started out far away from the area where Zhou Yun was located, and had only recently expanded to the nearby area.

It is said that the gang leader is a devout believer of the Emperor, and he claims that he is punishing the villains for the Emperor.

It was also said that the demons among the stars would stretch out their claws towards Asford and eat him alive.

Only by joining the Ark Gang and forging an ark to the stars can you ascend when the devil among the stars descends and be saved.
Huh.
Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment.
He pondered over these words.
The Ark, Emperor's Guidance, Advent, Ascension and Redemption, this is too damn similar to déjà vu.

That Ark Gang, could it be a pseudonym for the Genestealer Sect?
The corners of Zhou Yun's eyes twitched slightly, and he was already thinking about running away and moving.

Just then, a wailing sound was heard outside the door.

"Brother Zhou Yun, why did you let me die without helping me?"

Zhou Yun punched the ugly face.

　I'm done posting today. I'm going to paint gunworms.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)