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Chapter 60 I want to meet the real commander of the th Legion!
Mengge looked at his face in the mirror in a daze.

It was a completely unfamiliar face. The direction of its horns had changed, its skin had turned a yellowish color similar to that of a normal person, and its facial contours had become softer than before. The abscesses and inflammation on its skin had also been cleverly covered up.

This made Monger look like just a middle-aged man with horns and slight mutation.

Monger touched his face in disbelief.

Zhou Yun suddenly took out a large jar of strange gray clay from somewhere.

He stuck this clay on Munger's face, and in the blink of an eye, Munger's face was changed into another appearance.

No wonder, no wonder he said he could let Mung go too,
Monger could sense that Zhou Yun was still quite wary of them.

He looked at Zhou Yun, who was standing in a corner of the shed, molding his face with that strange clay.

"Cheeks a little higher?"

Zhou Yun asked the winged figure in the white light in the corner of his eye.

"Yes, yes, about two millimeters higher."

"The hairline is higher. Guilliman's hairline is not that low."

"What about the eyes? Do you feel the inside smell?"

"Yes, Guilliman had the same look ten thousand years ago."

"Yes, adjust the corners of your mouth like this."

"With Guilliman's face, it's no wonder that my brothers suspected him of being a traitor ten thousand years ago."

Jeanne, Market and Monger looked at Zhou Yun in confusion as he talked to himself.

"Is your father schizophrenic?" Monger couldn't help but squat down and asked Jeanne beside him.

Jeanna looked at Monger with disdain, then quickly distanced herself from him.
The despised Monger froze in place, his entire body seeming to turn gray.

Zhou Yun looked at the face reflected in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

He turned his head and looked at the few people.
The expressions of Monger and Market suddenly changed.
It was a face of the European Mediterranean coast style, and every muscle on the face seemed to be carved one by one by the most skilled sculptor.
His eyebrows were as straight as if they were cut by a knife, and his eyes in his deep eye sockets were full of rationality and wisdom, but if you look closely, you can see that there is also a deep-buried anger hidden in them.
His lips were thin and pursed into a straight line, like a scabbard containing sharp eloquence, while his thick chin gave him the majesty of a ruler.

This face was not as terrifying as the lion's face Zhou Yun had worn before, but it made people feel respect out of nowhere, as if they were facing the ruler of hundreds of worlds.
When Monger and Market looked at this face for a few seconds, they quickly realized that beneath the rationality of this face there was a terrifying anger.

“The thirteenth!!!”

"Son of Vengeance!!!"

"Cursed offspring!"

The wailing of angels sounded in Monger's mind.

The fear this face brought to them seemed even more terrifying than the previous lion face.

Zhou Yun seemed to notice the confusion in Monger's expression.

He looked at Monger, a slightly cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he deliberately lowered his voice and said:

"Tell this to Old Fourteen."

"Tomorrow when there is a war in the Warp, you and I will each bring 100,000 Astartes, and we'll see who returns victorious and who'll do the butterfly stroke in a cesspool." "Ah?" Mung looked a little confused.

Zhou Yun seemed to have not had enough fun yet, and continued to pace in the shed with the face that the angels called "Son of Vengeance".
"And have your angel tell Old Fourteen that I want to see the true leader of the Fourteenth Legion. He can step down as the captain of the first company now."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun waved his hand majestically.

He was still mumbling something like "No one understands Astartes better than me." "Second." "Guilliman is on his way to Terra." "Go get the stretcher team!" "Dora Koul, help me!"

Monger and Market were confused.
All they could hear was the angels' constant exclamations.

Jeanna's little face was wrinkled, but she couldn't suppress the smile at the corners of her mouth, as if she was about to laugh.

The winged figure in the white light folded its wings and couldn't help laughing.

"If you have any complaints about our Primarch, you can tell Guilliman in person."

"Don't laugh, you'll be next." Zhou Yun brushed the golden hair on his forehead and said, "Next time I'll make your face and sell hand-beaten chicken meatballs on the street."

"Go to Baal and sell them. My offspring is in need of bolter targets."

Listening to the words of the winged figure in the white light, Zhou Yun smiled, then looked at Monger and Market.

"Monger and I will sneak into the nearby settlement managed by the Genestealers and listen to what the Genestealer Bishop wants to say."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun's eyes fell on Mengge.
The reason why Zhou Yun asked Mengge to follow him was not entirely because of distrust
The more important reason is, why should he be asked to do the dirty, tiring and dangerous work?
He won't do it! When there is something dangerous to do, just kick Monger up.

"They are in a hurry to expand and recruit people, which may reveal a loophole that allows us to sneak into the first area." Zhou Yun said.

He now has two goals.
One is to find out what the Genestealers are doing.
The other is to move the subspace engine hidden in the government building in District 1.

No matter which one it is, they have to find a way to sneak into the first area.

"Indeed." Monger nodded in agreement: "Lian Russ's clay, which can change body shape and appearance, will make it easy for us to blend in."

"Unfortunately, you don't have much clay. If you sneak in on a large scale, it will be easy to be exposed. Otherwise, we can directly lead people to sneak into the first area and give the Four-Armed Divine Emperor Cult's cubs a big beating."

Lead a group of people to attack the first district.
Zhou Yun touched his chin, looked at the mutants infected with the plague outside the shed, then looked at his four-dimensional pocket, and an idea popped up in his mind.
A huge four-armed statue of the Emperor of God hangs high on a building built on the pipes.
This is one of the largest settlements in the entire Underhive, and it belongs to the Genestealer sect in terms of power division.
But most of the inhabitants have not yet truly converted to the Four-Armed Emperor Cult, nor have they been corrupted by the Genestealers.

Today, the bishop of the Four-Armed Emperor Sect will come to this settlement to preach to these residents.

The residents had been guarding both sides of the road since early in the morning, just because the Four-Armed God Emperor Sect would distribute food and purified water to them.

These are extremely valuable things in the Bottom Nest.

Some people also seized the opportunity and set up stalls on the roadside to sell things.

The stall in front of Zhou Yun was selling roasted rats, cooked mushrooms, and jelly made from underground worms.

He ordered one of each, bartered for a few LHO cigarettes, and returned to where Monge and Jeanne were sitting.

Jeanne and Monge kept a distance large enough for both of them to sit down, looking disgusted.

Monger's expression seemed a little broken.
"I didn't choose to become a mutant." He said to Jeanne with deep resentment.

　Here's a funny little-known fact: Nuthrea, the planet where Angron crashed, is one of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar. In other words, Guilliman's men gave Angron anesthesia and nailed him.

　　
　
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