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Chapter 25 The people of the city are grateful

Psychic
Listening to the old one-eyed man's words, Zhou Yun couldn't help but look at him with curiosity.

In the Lower Nest, psychics are almost like urban legends circulating on the streets.

It is a horror legend that can stop children from crying at night, it is one of the ghosts and monsters that may be lurking in the bottom of the nest, and it is a taboo ominous curse.
Everyone hates psychics, just like they hate a legendary demon, but who has ever seen a psychic in person?

But the old one-eyed man's tone was as if he had seen a psychic before.

"You should know about psykers, right?"

The old one-eyed man put down the rag he was using to wipe the cup, pulled up a stool and sat opposite Zhou Yun:
"You are much more knowledgeable than most of the Lower Nesters."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly.

Of course he knew what a psychic was;
Most psychics are just a bunch of pathetic creatures.

They are born with a connection to the warp and can manipulate the power of the empire.
But in contrast, their souls are as bright as torches in the warp, and can be corroded at any time.

Eventually it became a portal through which demons invaded the real physical universe.

Because of this, the Empire has strict management and control over psychics.

For those psychics who may lose control, their fate is often to become firewood in the Astronomican.

But the empire is huge, and there are always some who slip through the net and hide in the shadows, becoming illegal psychics and living a miserable life.

If we follow what the old one-eyed man said,

The leader of the Ark Cult may indeed be an illegal psychic.
Or.
Zhou Yun's eyes moved slightly.
In the organizational structure of the Genestealers, under the right paw of the Genestealer Patriarch, there is a being called the "Genestealer Bishop".

Genestealer Bishops are powerful psykers who appear almost human.
He is the agent of the patriarch and the manager of the tribe. He uses his impressive eloquence and oratory skills to deceive people and expand the church.

Zhou Yun strongly suspected that the so-called leader of the Ark Gang was this thing.

A powerful and cunning psyker.

"Someone came to ask about you this morning, and I told him to go back."

The one-eyed old man suddenly spoke, interrupting Zhou Yun's thoughts.

"Ask about me?"

Zhou Yun felt a little wary:
"What can I ask?"

Unless the Genestealers discovered that they had killed those new hybrid believers,
But it shouldn't be.

He cleaned up all the traces on the ground, and he used air gun potion that did not contain psychic energy.

Even the Holy Inquisitors among the Genestealers are unlikely to track him down.

"It's the Ark Gang, the guys in the linen robes with the stupid spaceship painted on their faces."

The old one-eyed man poured himself a glass of scarlet wine and said:
"Did you offend them?"

Zhou Yun stretched out his finger and shook it, indicating that he had no connection with them.
Unless they are really a Genestealer sect, Zhou Yun said silently in his heart.

"Could it be that I sold weapons to the local gangs and they hold a grudge against me?" Zhou Yun said half-jokingly.

"It's hard to say. Psychics all have some mental problems." The one-eyed old man shook his head seriously.

"Tell me, what happened last night?" Zhou Yun asked.

"The Ark Gang raided our region last night. The local gangs were caught off guard and lost half of their territory right away."

The old one-eyed man poured the scarlet wine into his swollen throat, moistened his throat and said:
"But the local gangs are not all softies. They relied on their familiarity with the neighborhood and quickly held their line."

"Who would have thought that a bastard would see the situation was not good and join the Ark Gang, leading the Ark Gang to launch a surprise attack from behind."

"The Ark Gang was unstoppable and fought all the way to the gate of the local gang's base." The one-eyed old man smacked his lips, poured himself another glass of wine and continued:
"The rest is the same as you just heard."

"The local gangs were able to hold on thanks to the weapons you provided."

"As a result, the leader of the Ark Gang stood alone in front of the gun, reciting the Holy Words."

"The local gangs stood there in a daze as if they were possessed. But when the woman gave the order, they all dropped their weapons obediently."

As he spoke, the old one-eyed man lowered his voice, looked at Zhou Yun and said:

"The leader of the Ark Gang said that he came here at the will of the Emperor to redeem the people of Asford."

"She also wants to build a huge ark to carry all the people of Asford who have joined the Ark Gang, and ascend to the stars to escape the claws of the interstellar demons."

Listening to the old one-eyed man's words, Zhou Yun's mouth twitched slightly: "The people of the whole city are really grateful."

The old one-eyed man shook his head firmly and said, "But the Emperor taught us that psykers are shameless sorcerers and blasphemous corruption."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but touch his chin.

The more I listen to this Ark Gang, the more they seem to be cunning. Could it be that this group of cunning people are really going to find out about me?
But Zhou Yun felt a little weird again.
If the Ark Cult is really the tentacles of the Genestealers, and it is confirmed that Zhou Yun killed the thieves in the abandoned city,
The Holy Judge should have assassinated Zhou Yun last night and brought down the punishment of the Four-Armed Divine Emperor on him.
By now, Zhou Yun's soul should have returned to the Golden Throne, the Bronze Throne, the Six Rings of Slaanesh, the Garden of Nurgle, or somewhere like that.

Noticing Zhou Yun's expression, the one-eyed old man raised his eyebrows.

He tapped the table and asked:

"You don't really have a grudge against the Ark Gang, do you? Do you want to run away? I can arrange it for you."

"Any other gang's territory or base will do. I have some connections."

He looked at Zhou Yun and said:
"Of course, there is a fee. The bottom nest is cheaper, and the territories of other gangs are more expensive."

As he said this, the old one-eyed man took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

He took out one and handed it to Zhou Yun, as if he was discussing business.

"I don't smoke." Zhou Yun held out his hand to refuse: "As for running away."

The two mutant faces of Monger and Market appeared in Zhou Yun's mind.
"Wait a minute, I want to confirm something."

"Really?" The one-eyed old man shook the LHO cigarette in his hand and said, "My mother said that only idiots, babies and Sanguinius don't smoke LHO cigarettes."

"You are obviously not a fool, nor do you look like a baby. Could it be that you are Sanguinius?"

"Hahahaha!"

The old one-eyed man seemed to laugh out loud at his own joke.

"Well, maybe it's a reincarnated angel, Sanguinius himself, who came to test your loyalty." Zhou Yun smiled and shook his head.

"I really don't smoke." The winged figure in the white light shrugged and said, "I don't smoke real cigarettes either."

"Khan did smoke a type of hookah, and Ruth even wanted to try it."

"Shut up, birdman." Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure in the white light, smiled and said, "Be more respectful when talking to Sanguinius himself!"

"It's the opposite of Tiangang." The winged figure in the white light said in an exaggerated tone.

Just then, the door of the tavern behind Zhou Yun was pushed open.

"Finally found you, bro Zhou Yun!"

A familiar voice sounded:

"You made me, Old Rag, look for you for a long time!"

(End of this chapter)