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Chapter 80: Butterfly Stroke Champion

Chapter 80: Butterfly Stroke Champion
Zhou Yun looked at the sticky yellow pus on his fingertips and suddenly felt dizzy.
He felt a pain in his stomach, a strong nausea in his throat, and his skin began to heat up and turn red.
disease,

Zhou Yun was infected with a disease
It was the sharp blade of the Screaming Killer. The blade that cut Zhou Yun's cheek infected Zhou Yun with the disease.

Zhou Yun was infected with the plague from Nurgle. The plague came from Monger's body.
Zhou Yun felt his legs go weak, and he could not help but take a few steps back and sit down on the metal pillar.
The discomfort was getting worse. My muscles started to ache, my bones were trembling, my nerves were shaking my limbs, and my throat was filled with phlegm.

There was a faint inflammation in the corners of my eyes, swollen pustules appeared on my body, and fat particles accumulated in my pores and turned into sores.
"Sorry, Ryan Russ."

There was a strong sense of apology in Market's voice:
"This disease is not fatal. Both I and Monger truly consider you a friend."

Zhou Yun endured the pain in his lungs and glanced at Monger.

It seemed as if a lot of phlegm had accumulated in his throat, which made his voice hoarse:

"Is this how you treat your friends? Treat me with disease and plague?"

"I don't want to either." Market shook her head slightly, "But you have too little trust in us."

"If you could trust us like family, we would have become good friends and could have saved Asford together."

There was sincerity in Market's voice, without any falsehood:

"Everything I did was to save Asford."

"Save?" A playful laugh came from Zhou Yun's throat.

"save!"

Market nodded seriously:

"The Tyranid swarm is about to come. How can we save Asford?"

"Is it the Governor? The Governor who was given the responsibility by the Emperor to look after a planet?"

"Are they the Blood Angels? The descendants of the Archangels, the angels of death born to protect humanity?"

"Or the Emperor himself? The great god who claims to love all of humanity?"

"No!"

Market's tone suddenly became sharp:
"The Governor only cares about his own survival, the Blood Angels care more about their home planet, and even the Emperor is unwilling to show the people of Asford the slightest mercy."

"Only the angels are determined to save Asford. They want to save everyone, even if they are very weak."

"Since the Emperor is unwilling to save the people of Asford, let us do it."

As he spoke, Markit turned his head and looked at the subspace engine. He said in a low voice:
"I have often said that I am willing to be open with you. I intend to use this warp engine to open a portal to the warp."

"The army of the All-Father will be able to enter reality and eventually bring the entire planet back to the realm of the Father."

"There, everyone will survive."

After Markit finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Zhou Yun.

But he discovered that under Zhou Yun's eyelids, which were slightly swollen due to inflammation, were a pair of eyes that seemed to be looking at a fool.

“So your salvation.”

Zhou Yun's throat moved a few times, making his throat feel a little more comfortable:
"Is it to let everyone be infected with all kinds of messy viruses, bacteria and parasites, and then go to the subspace cesspool to do the butterfly stroke together?"

"Please tell the Fourteenth Legion Commander Typhons that I have no intention of competing for his ten thousand-year-old title of the cesspool freestyle champion."

".You know the Father's realm well."

Zhou Yun's words made Markit's eyes twitch slightly:
"Then you should also understand that no matter how many viruses, bacteria, and parasites coexist, there will be no true death in the Father's realm." "You should also understand that in that lush realm, everyone will be happy and joyful, forever."

"As for the butterfly stroke in the manure pit, that is a personal interest and hobby."

"First of all, everyone is happy, so I have to object. Have you asked the opinion of First Captain Mortarion? I think he is quite depressed."

Zhou Yun lay under the metal pillar, looking at Market with a dead look on his face and complained.

"It's okay. When you come into contact with the blessing of the Father God yourself, you will know whether everything is happy or not."

Markit shook his head and walked towards the whirring warp engine.

Markit raised the curved sword in her hand high.

The triangular sword that had been sacrificed as a petri dish for the plague using the entire Old Eighth District was wrapped in it.
"Sevenfold Curse!"

Markit shouted loudly, as if she used all her strength to say every word, exhausting the energy of every cell:

"Seven curses!! Seven diseases!! Seven gifts!!!"

Seven syllables echoed in Markit's throat, and seven diseases crawled in Markit's body.
In the first district, plague zombies are fighting against gene stealers on the streets.

Many humans and gene stealers in the entire first area were transformed into one of their own by this endless tide of corpses.
These patients infected with the zombie virus are not dead, but they are definitely not alive.

As if they were one, they suddenly raised their heads numbly and looked towards the dome of the first area.

Deep in this nest city where the sky cannot be seen, layers of dark clouds suddenly gathered from the "sky".