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Chapter 95 The Blue Sacred Figure

"Hey."

Zhou Yun turned around and waved, greeting the woman in gray leather jacket and hood who was approaching him.

The woman was wearing an extremely simple grey leather coat that fit tightly to her body, with her face covered by a hood.
She walked almost silently, following behind them since they entered District 13.
He just popped his head out and tried to get closer to the two of them silently.
If Zhou Yun's senses had not been blessed by the pale death and became more and more sensitive, it would not have been so easy to find her.

The woman in the gray leather jacket stood there awkwardly. She didn't expect Zhou Yun to find her.

"Who are you?!" Reina turned her head in surprise.

She followed Zhou Yun's gaze and discovered the woman in gray leather.

If the woman in leather jacket had not carried any weapon but only had two slender rapiers tied around her waist, Lena might not have been able to resist firing a psychic cannon at her.

"I am the sixth assassin of the Daughter of Death." The woman in leather jacket spoke in a low and hoarse voice, and gently gave Zhou Yun and Lena a Sky Eagle salute.

"Sixth Seat" Reina observed the woman in leather jacket warily.

"Just call me the Sixth Seat. In each generation of the Daughters of Death, only the Chief Assassin deserves a name."

The leather-clad woman who claimed to be the sixth seat said in a hoarse voice:

"You two are Reina and Mr. Zhou Yun from the Ark Gang, right?"

The sixth seat's eyes glanced at Reina, and then fell on Zhou Yun, who was smiling softly.

There was some caution in her eyes.
The skills that he had honed since childhood, the body that had been transformed by flesh and blood and injected with various drugs, and the body blessed by the god of death, could obviously be almost completely silent.
The man in front of me could actually detect me. And it seemed that he had already detected me and was just waiting for me to emerge from the darkness.

No wonder the Governor identified the chief assassin to kill him.

The sixth seat withdrew his vigilant gaze, suppressed his doubts, and pointed respectfully at the gray-white church not far away:

"I already know why you two are here. Please come this way."

The sixth seat made a gesture, indicating Zhou Yun and Lena to follow.

As Zhou Yun walked, he looked at the leather-clad woman in front of him with interest.
He was thinking, where should the secret code be used?
Zhou Yun pondered for a moment, then approached the sixth seat and whispered:

"Only sacrifice to death, only worship the god of death."

The Sixth Seat blinked in confusion, she gave the Sky Eagle Salute and whispered, "Death craves death."

and then?
And then nothing happened?
Zhou Yun frowned. It seemed that this secret code was not used here.

Would it be useful only if I could meet a higher-level being than the Daughter of Death?
While Zhou Yun was thinking, the three men had already arrived in front of the church.

"Zhou Yun, look." Lena moved closer to Zhou Yun and whispered.

She pointed to the pale church,

Between the bricks and stones of the church walls, there are piles of white bones, lingering like exquisite reliefs.

The entire church seems to be made of bones, which is a bit creepy.

Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows.

This church was indeed the one he saw in his vision.
"The bones of the righteous form the temple of death, and their souls shall be in the throne of death."

The Sixth Seat said piously as she guided the two into the church.

After entering the church, there is a deep, dark corridor, gray and cold, with only a few sparse white candles hanging between the white bone brick walls.
The lights shone down, illuminating the stone statues in the recesses of the wall.

The appearance of each stone statue is similar. They are all slender women wearing black leather clothes and hoods.

Zhou Yun looked at the text below the statue with interest. It was written in High Gothic.
He can not understand.

"Chief Assassin Marika."

"Chief Assassin Aya."

"Chief Assassin Cassandra"

"Chief Assassin, Hassan."

"Chief Assassin. Aleto."

Reina whispered to herself. She knew some High Gothic.
Her eyes stopped at the last statue:

"Chief Assassin, Di Xi."

"This is a statue of our chief assassin of all time."

The Sixth Seat walked in front of the two of them, leading the way and saying:
"Under the influence of psychedelic drugs, each chief assassin will be able to see the chief assassins of previous generations in a dream, learn the killing techniques taught by the God of Death, and get a name bestowed by the God of Death, that is, the Emperor."

"Every chief assassin is a weapon chosen by the God of Death to bring more death to Him."

"It must be an illusion caused by psychedelic drugs," Lena muttered quietly.

She claims to be the Emperor's chosen one, but she has never seen or heard the Emperor's voice.
But this strange and bizarre heresy claimed that each of their leaders was blessed by the Emperor himself and had been given a name by the Emperor.

Reina couldn't accept it.

"I think it might be true." Zhou Yun's mouth twitched slightly.

Because many of the names of the chief assassins mentioned above can be found in various literary and gaming works of the third millennium of mankind, and they are all related to assassins.

There were a few remaining names that Zhou Yun didn't know, and he estimated that they might be the names of various cultural products of mankind after the third millennium.

The sixth assassin, who was walking in front of the two men, looked at Zhou Yun with a slightly softer look.
"You are more blessed than your female companion, and you can understand the mystery of death."

"Even if you die, you will have the chance to return to his throne."

"Just don't get pulled up by Him and work in vain with flames all over your body." Zhou Yun said something that seemed a little puzzling to others.

The sixth seat looked at Zhou Yun in confusion.
Under her guidance, Zhou Yun and Lena were able to enter the deepest part of the church.

The entire church was shrouded in darkness. One could hear whispers and light footsteps, as well as the sound of leather rubbing against stone.

It took Reina a few seconds to adjust to the darkness.

The church was lined with rows of pale, rough stone benches. Several young women in white leather jackets were kneeling on the stone benches, praying softly.

There was a strange coolness and dullness in the air, and Reina could smell strange fragrances at the tip of her nose.
It smells like... like wine, like fermented blood, like light death,
Reina heard the sound of water gurgling, and she looked in the direction of the sound.

Blood that was red to black flowed out from both sides of the church and spread into the circular pool at the end of the church.

Ten women knelt devoutly beside the pool, wearing grey leather clothes and praying silently.

At the end of the church, under the gaze of the statue symbolizing the Emperor, a woman wearing a tight black leather jacket and a chain hood was soaking in a pool of blood, praying with her head bowed.

"Is that your chief assassin?" Zhou Yun asked, glancing at the sixth seat.

The Sixth Seat nodded slightly: "The Chief has not yet finished praying. Please follow me to the room I have arranged for you to rest and wait." "After the prayer is completed, the Chief will personally discuss cooperation with the two of you."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, and the two followed the guidance of the Sixth Seat and came to a simple room.
There were two wooden windows and a small table in the room with a few egg whites on it. Apart from that, there was nothing else, revealing a sense of simplicity.

After the two of them entered, the Sixth Seat gently performed the Sky Eagle Salute and left.

"Zhou Yun." Lena sat next to Zhou Yun and whispered, "I used my psychic sense to confirm that there is no danger in the room."

"But the more I look at those Death Cult assassins, the more I feel something is wrong."

“They can’t do it well”

Reina made a gesture of wiping her neck.

Zhou Yun just smiled and asked in return: "How is the battle with the Genestealers going?"

"I put out fires everywhere, and you helped me finish all the affairs. Now the Ark Gang's supply dispatch is much smoother. We should be able to hold on for a few more days."

Reina's expression was not very good, and it was obvious that the battle situation was not favorable.

"Don't worry, we will get a new group of help today." Zhou Yun said with a smile.

"Are you so confident?" Lena couldn't help but shook her head.

"I won't die anyway." After saying that, Zhou Yun leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes and rested.

Di Xi stood up from the pool of blood, black blood flowing down her body.

"Chief." The Sixth Seat saw Di Xi walk out of the blood pool and come to her side.

"How are those two?" Di Xi asked softly, his voice like the cold wind blowing through the dark church.

"That woman has great psychic powers, but she's not very smart."

"The man's senses are quite sharp. He spotted me easily and seemed to know quite a bit about us."

The sixth seat's voice became a little deeper:
"He seems to trust us, but he seems to be more confident in himself. He is difficult to deal with."

Di Xi nodded slightly, walked briskly forward, and the sixth seat hurriedly followed.

"No matter who they are or what their status is, death will visit them all equally."

"Death is irresistible, because the Chosen One of Death has come to Asford, and we must offer more deaths for his coming."

Di Xi's tone was as calm as the night, which made the Sixth Seat feel relieved.

Suddenly, the Sixth Seat remembered what Zhou Yun had said to her on the road.
"Oh, by the way, Chief, this man is a bit weird and inexplicable."

The Sixth Seat thought for a moment and said:

"On the way, he suddenly whispered something in my ear. Only sacrifice to death, only worship the god of death."

"This is not the prayer in our scriptures. How strange. Could this man be a member of some other death worshiping cult——————"

"what did you just say?!"

Di Xi's voice suddenly rose, and there was some horror in his eyes when he looked at the sixth seat.

"I said that when he was on the road, he whispered in my ear: Only sacrifice to death, only worship the god of death."

The sixth seat was shocked. He had never seen Di Xi behave like this.

It's just because they have received training since childhood, including mental training, and normally they would never have such big emotional ups and downs.

"Only sacrifice to death, only worship the god of death"

Di Xi's eyes were slightly dull, and only after a moment did she look at the sixth seat nervously:
"Is he blue?"

".No, Chief, do you think he is..." A look of fear flashed in the eyes of the Sixth Seat.

"It's not blue, but...how could he..." Di Xi's eyes were filled with confusion.
According to what she saw from the Emperor's revelations.
It should be a blue sacred being chanting "Only sacrifice to death, only worship the god of death."

That is the Chosen One of Death.

She must go and meet the man named Zhou Yun.

"She is coming."

In the small room of the Death Worship Cult, the winged figure in the white light suddenly spoke.

A bright and dazzling white light that only Zhou Yun could see marked out the almost invisible chief assassin Di Xi who was hidden in the shadows of the room.

It seems that this assassin from the Death Worship Cult is quite capable. Although Zhou Yun vaguely sensed that someone had come in, he really couldn't figure out how she had managed to run into this closed room silently.

She was now squatting in the shadows, silently watching Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
He really had the urge to ask Di Xi: Are you taking a shit?

Zhou Yun broke off a piece of egg white from the table, rolled it into a ball, and placed it between his fingers.
Boom!
Zhou Yun popped out the protein ball with his fingers.
The ball hit the wall and bounced lightly, heading straight for Di Xi who was squatting in the corner.

Since returning from the bottom nest, Zhou Yun found that his shooting skills were becoming more and more proficient, even to a weird degree.

Zhou Yun couldn't explain clearly whether this was the effect of the yellow-skinned man's blessing, or was it really as the winged figure in the white light said, that his subspace nature had been slightly recognized?
Di Xi, who was hiding in the corner, saw the ball flying towards him and quickly dodged it, but——

Deng!
The ball hit her forehead accurately, making a crisp sound.
There was a deathly silence in the air. Reina turned her head in bewilderment and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Di Xi also stood up from the shadows with a confused look on his face and rubbed his forehead.
Not to mention a ball made of egg whites, she would have dodged even a bullet.
Di Xi, Zhou Yun and Lena were all staring at each other in the room.

Finally, it was Zhou Yun who broke the silence.
"I am the Chosen One of Death. The Emperor sent me here."

Zhou Yun looked at Di Xi calmly and said:

"Only sacrifice to death, only worship the god of death."

"Ah?" Lena looked at Zhou Yun in confusion: "You, the Chosen One of Death?"

"Among the three people present, only one was not invited by the emperor. Guess who it is?" Zhou Yun glanced at Lena and shrugged.

Reina's expression suddenly wrinkled.

"But," said the chief assassin Di Xi, somewhat shaken, "In the scene that the god of death showed to the emperor, you should be blue, full of sacredness."

".Ah?" Lena looked at Di Xi and Zhou Yun even more confused.

".Blue?" Zhou Yun's eyes twitched slightly.

He was silent for a while and then said, "You two should go out for a while."

Di Xi bowed slightly and walked out of the room silently.
Reina blinked and walked out of the room in confusion.

Zhou Yun took out the body clay from the four-dimensional pocket
(End of this chapter)