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Chapter 93 What? White silk feet?
"White silk feet? What white silk feet?" Zhou Yun blinked and couldn't help asking.

"The Cult of Death." Augustus Flax's voice was clearly strained. "A cult that worships death and worships the Emperor as the God of Death."

Listening to Augustus Flax's words, Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered what the Death Cult was.

It was a cult that worshipped death, but most worshipped the Emperor, not the Blood God or the Father.

The logic of most death cults is simple.
The Emperor is somewhere between life and death. The Emperor saved humanity with a near-death sacrifice. The souls of the deceased will return to the Golden Throne.
So the Emperor is obviously the God of Death, and his body, which is as broken as that of a dead person, is undoubtedly the best evidence.

Based on this "fact", the Death Worshippers began to interpret the scriptures of the state religion in their own way.

They believed that the cornerstone of the Empire's existence was death and martyrdom. The more death there was, the more sacred it was, and the more it could carry out the Emperor's will, allowing the Empire to survive longer.

Some of them were corrupted by the Chaos Powers of the High Heavens.

But more Death Cultists maintain a special loyalty to the Emperor, and the State Religion and Imperial officials are often happy to accommodate them and drive them as their own bloody gloves.

"There is actually a death-worshiping cult in Asford?" Zhou Yun asked in astonishment.

There are so many talented people. There are so many talented people.
"It's in the 13th district of the Lower Nest. That's their parish and their altar."

"They call themselves the Daughters of Death Worship. They are a smaller faction within the Death Worship Cult, consisting of only women."

Augustus Flax's words seemed to be tinged with some fear:
"This group of extreme believers often adopt younger girls and train them from a young age, turning them into top killers."

"With only simple leather clothes and two sharp rapiers, they dared to break into the bedroom of the cult leader and take their lives."

"To be honest, the Lower Nest occasionally breeds some troublesome cultists, and I usually hire them to clean them up."

Death worship
Zhou Yun recalled what he had seen in the bottom nest, the scenes of death, the bloodstained church, and the masked priestesses.
There was also the secret phrase that Jeanna wanted to remember: "Only sacrifice to death, only worship the god of death."

Could it be that the reward that the Emperor mentioned is in the Death Worship Cult?
Zhou Yun blinked with interest, looked at the data board in his hand and said:

"It sounds interesting."

"I will introduce them to you, and I will pay for their employment."

Augustus Flax stared at the data tablet in his hand and said,

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Zhou Yun on the other side agree with the proposal.

Then he hung up the call with Zhou Yun.

Then, Augustus Flax shuddered with fear,

He just said that the Death Worship Cult was crazy,

But that man Zhou Yun was even crazier than the Death Cult.

Even the Death Cult rarely targets the governor of a planet.
Not only did Zhou Yun's man dare to do so, he even dared to tell Augustus Flax directly that he would assassinate him.

Augustus Flax looked back at the conversation with fear.
He could sense that the man was not afraid of death, but felt that he would never die.

That kind of self-confidence without any reason, as if the great power in the world, no, even in the sea of ​​soul, could not take away his self-confidence in life.
What a madman, everyone is going to die.
Thinking of this, Augustus Flax showed a hint of stubborn sneer at the corner of his mouth.

What would happen if the death worshippers who brought death were to confront the heretics who claimed they would never die?

He flicked the data pad in his hand and opened another call.
"Who do you want to bring death to?"

A cold and dull female voice came from the other end of the call:
"Who would you like to bring death to?"

Augustus Flax shuddered at the cold voice, but he did not reveal his fear. Instead, he spoke in a low and dry voice:
"I want your chief assassin."

According to Augustus Flax's intelligence, the Daughter of Death only has twelve assassins.
But each one of them is a killing weapon carefully cultivated by the Death Worship Cult since childhood.
Not only did they receive training far beyond that of ordinary people, they were also injected with various strange drugs and underwent unique transformations.
The one who was forged most outstandingly and could bring the most death was their chief assassin.

Augustus Flax hired that woman only once.
In just one night, she destroyed a cult that worshiped the blood god and cut off the head of the evil leader.

"Dixi is devoutly waiting for the arrival of the Chosen One of Death. She cannot leave our church."

".The Chosen One of Death?" Augustus Flax asked in a high voice.

“Yes!” The cold and dull female voice was filled with excitement and piety: “The Chosen One has arrived, the Chosen One of Death.”

“Just a few days ago, we received a revelation in the grayness of death through a sacrifice and offering of death.”

"It was a great blue figure, chosen by the Emperor, stained with death."

"He is the master of us, the daughter of death, and we are his humble servants."

"Chief Assassin Di Xi was ordered by the Emperor to wait for the arrival of the Chosen One in the church."

The Chief Assassin cannot leave the church
Augustus Flax had no interest in the crazy worship of the Death Cultists.

He only knew that the chief assassin could not leave the church
As for the other eleven assassins, to be honest, Augustus Flax felt that they could never fight against Zhou Yun alone.
Fortunately, he can use the name of introduction to lure Zhou Yun and the illegal psychic to go to District 13, but he doesn't know whether he can succeed.

"I will find a way to get the target to District 13 and into your church."

"When the time comes, can we have the chief assassin personally assassinate those two targets?"

Augustus Flax asked.

"The target's name." A colder voice suddenly sounded.

Just by listening to the sound, Augustus Flax seemed to see a boiling pool of blood and a hill of gray corpses.
He nearly threw up, and would have started screaming if it weren't for his training as Governor.

Augustus Flax knew that the voice belonged to the chief assassin of the Daughter of Death.

"Zhou Yun and Lena, they are..." Augustus Flax said in a low voice.

"They will have a visit from death," the cold voice said. "Our church will never have too little death."

"Especially since the great Chosen One of Death is about to come, praise that glorious blue figure."

Augustus Flax detected the extreme enthusiasm in her words.

After hanging up the call with the Daughter of Death, Augustus Flax contacted Zhou Yun again.

".I have helped you get in touch with them, but they want you and the illegal psychic to go to their church for a detailed discussion."

Augustus Flax was a little nervous. Zhou Yun might refuse.

At that time, it will depend on Augustus' eloquence.

There was a soft laugh coming from the other end of the line, as if mocking Augustus Flax.

"Okay, I was planning on visiting."

Zhou Yun replied in a brisk voice.

(End of this chapter)