I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 19: Someone come quickly! There are shameful mutants here!
Zhou Yun looked up and down at the shadowy figure who called himself "Sanguinius".

It was a figure with wings like a white dove, at least four meters tall, glowing all over and releasing the power of the subspace.

Severe height abnormality, scales and feathers or animal fur growing on the body, glowing body, two appendages, bestial characteristics, causing local subspace anomalies
Noticing Zhou Yun's gaze, the winged figure in the white light couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"You use this standard to examine me?"

Oh, and the need to question the degree of variation. Three moderate variations, two severe variations, and two extreme variations
Total score 129 points,
Purifiers, come quickly! There are shameful mutants who are blasphemous here! Zhou Yun secretly complained in his heart.

"Would you like to use this standard to examine the one on the throne?"

The winged figure in the white light couldn't help but shook his head and said:
"According to the standards of the Military Affairs Department, my father and I are both considered extreme mutants, with a score of at least 50 points."

"Oh, I'm afraid that apart from the few few in Guilliman's group, not many of my Primarch brothers can escape."

Hearing the joke of the winged figure in the white light, Zhou Yun smiled and nodded in agreement:
"According to the standards of the Munitions, the Emperor and many of the Primarchs had to lean against the nearest wall, put their hands behind their backs, and shout: 'I am a shameful mutant!' 'I am a shameful mutant!' Waiting for the Purifiers to carry out efficient incineration."

Listening to Zhou Yun's words, the winged figure in the white light couldn't help but laugh softly: "If I say this to the Inquisitor or the Anglican priest, what do you think will happen?"

"Then I'm afraid I'll have to be burned at the stake with white phosphorus." Zhou Yun shrugged.

He glanced at the corpse guild,
After Monger and Markit entered the guild, there seemed to be a faint smell of corruption rising from the guild, which looked cold and terrifying.

"Do you want to go in?" asked the winged figure in the white light, shaking his wings slightly.

Zhou Yun shook his head and reached into the four-dimensional pocket on his stomach.
Monger and Market walked down the corridor of the Corpse Guild;
The dark corridor was covered with thick moss and rotten fungi, and the mushrooms growing in the cracks were wriggling like pieces of meat.

And among the moss, there lay corpses that had rotted but never disappeared. They had wide open pale eyes, and their gazes followed the steps of the two men.

Monger and Markit chanted a seven-syllable spell.
The aura they carried and the spell made the corpses think they were their companions.

If anyone else walked into this corridor, they would probably be torn to pieces in an instant, becoming food for mosses and fungi and dying.
"Brother, the branch director's office of the Corpse Guild is in front."

Monger stopped in front of a heavy and ornate door on the first floor.

The gate is carved with layers of skulls, symbolizing the purity of human beings.
But within those skeletons grew layers of rotting, squirming, colorful fungi, as if hinting at pure corruption.

Markit nodded slightly and opened the door.
Behind the door is a spacious office.
The walls are covered with various ornate carvings, depicting the pale business of the Corpse Guild recycling corpses.
One wall had been modified to include a man-sized ceramic steel safe, which appeared to contain a low-powered stasis station.

Markit guessed that the ancient artifact they were looking for might be in the safe.

But he soon retracted this speculation.
Because under the filthy window was a large desk, and a woman in a pale, confidential dress was lying in a comfortable office chair with her eyes closed.

She wore a long dress as pale as death itself, a corset carved with the symbol of a corpse, and her face was covered by a white veil hanging from a golden crown.

But even through the white veil, Markete could still see her sick face.
Pale and bloodless, covered with various spots and pustules, disgusting saliva flowing from the corners of the mouth, and dry blue veins that seemed to have no blood flowing covered the face like dead vines.

She seemed to be plagued by many diseases.

In her hand, she held a rusty, twisted, decayed triangular dagger. The decayed and decayed metal blade revealed flesh and blood tissue that looked like a living thing. The flesh and blood tissue was decaying and moving.
It was a weapon infused with plague, carrying the power of corruption, forged in a lush garden of decay and rebirth.
That's what Monger and Market are looking for this time.

Markit walked carefully to the pale woman with her eyes closed and stretched out her hand towards the triangular blade in her hand.

Stab it! ! !

The triangular blade broke through the air, bringing with it a rotten stench. Markit hurriedly stepped back to avoid being scratched by the rotten blade. "No!!!" A sharp and piercing voice came from the rotten vocal cords.

The pale woman moved her stiff body, stood up from the chair little by little, and opened her tightly closed eyes.

Those eyes were like those of a deceased person, pale and dim, yet one could faintly feel the madness surging from them.

Markit hastened to recite the seven-syllable rune.

"Do not!!!!"

The only response to Market was a mad roar.

The joyful voice of the Angel rang out beside Markit.
The voice told him that the ceremony failed because of the Governor's bombing.

The uncontrollably roaring power of the subspace was not only injected into the triangular sword blade, but part of it also flowed into her body, causing her to completely fall into madness and out of control.

Markit hurriedly dodged the triangular sword swung by the pale woman. The wriggling flesh on the blade made him sense the danger.

"Ugh!!!" A stream of corrupt digestive fluid spurted out of Market's mouth, splashing on the pale woman's body.

Holes instantly corroded her dress, and white smoke began to emerge from her flesh and blood, with white bones visible among the rotting flesh.

However, the woman's movements were not affected at all, but became even more crazy.

Markit felt a terrifying ferocity from the blade in her hand.

Monger cut his wrist, and the poisonous and corrosive blood spilled onto the pale woman.

However, the pale woman dodged and leaped, stabbing Monger's throat with the triangular blade in her hand.

That unparalleled reaction speed was beyond nature. Monger only saw the rotten sword blade turn into a sharp insect thorn in the air and shoot towards his throat.

Sizzle!!!!
A beam of burning light pierced through the office window, melting the glass and shining onto one of the pale woman's legs.

A short, small explosion occurred where the light fell, and the scorching flames instantly melted half of the woman's leg.

"Laser rifle?" Market exclaimed.

Monger's reaction was faster. He dodged the sword that the woman stabbed at his throat, looked out the window with surprise and shouted, "Lian Russ?!"

But before his joy was over, several lasers shot from a distance and landed in different places of the Corpse Guild.

One of them brushed past Monger's cheek, causing a small explosion behind him.

Monger was confused.

"Why the fuck did you cum in me too?!"

(End of this chapter)