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Chapter 75 What are you screaming about?
"What's wrong?" Zhou Yun looked at Market with an innocent face and asked,

The hazy gray death on him twisted and swirled like tentacles.
Just one look and Markit felt like his nerves were being licked by death.
Its expression at this moment was just like that of an unlucky creature whose toes had been stepped on by an orc, as if it was about to scream out in the next moment.

Markit stared at Zhou Yun intently.

The dark deathly aura on Zhou Yun's body gradually faded, but rather than disappearing, it was more like it was completely internalized into his skin and flesh.
It was some kind of blessing from the depths of the warp, terrifying.
In my mind, the angels seemed to be very taboo about the source of this blessing. They only vaguely said something about "the cursed" and were unwilling to talk more.

Markit couldn't help but put his hand on the triangular sword at his waist and looked at Zhou Yun with a strong sense of vigilance in his eyes.
Zhou Yun blinked in confusion.
What's wrong with this cultist, Markit? She looks like she has seven Nurglings and eight bloodletters stuffed up her ass.

Facing Zhou Yun's confused expression, Market could only twitch his lips slightly.

It waved its hand, and the plague zombies around it rushed into the spiral staircase.
Under its control, these plague zombies entered the underground palace under the government building.
After a moment, Markit shook his head towards Zhou Yun.

The plague zombies that entered the underground palace first found nothing.
There is only an empty biomass pool with bubbles coming out of it.
Neither the Tyranids in the pool nor the Genestealer leader were anywhere to be seen.
But Zhou Yun and Markit both understood that the Genestealer leader would never abandon the subspace engine.
They must be lurking in the shadows somewhere in the underground palace, waiting for Zhou Yun and Markit to enter.

Zhou Yun and Market looked at each other, and the two of them walked slowly downwards under the protection of the plague zombies.

The spiral staircase was very long. Zhou Yun stood behind Market, his mind full of thoughts.

He looked at Markit's back, thinking about when to backstab it, so as to avoid being backstabbed by it first.
The Emperor Tarot card foretells "hope in the cold darkness".
In other words, the Emperor himself believes that Zhou Yun can defeat the Genestealer Patriarch and the Tyranid beast and destroy the warp engine.

Can Zhou Yun do it?

It really can.
Even if the props he has now can't do it, he still has more than 3 million in savings.
With these savings and the purchase of a few powerful items, there is still a good chance of defeating the Genestealer Chieftain and the Tyranid behemoth.

The question is what comes after this?
After spending all his savings, Zhou Yun could no longer rent an adaptive lamp to resist Nurgle's supernatural virus.
Without the common enemy, the Genestealers, can Market and Zhou Yun still maintain their previous cooperative relationship?

Especially the "saving Asford" mentioned by Monger and Market.
The salvation they speak of is most likely not as simple as building a ship and running away with the Asford people.

And what did Monger do? It must have been good for Market.
But Market is still useful to Zhou Yun now.

"We're here." Market said in a low voice, interrupting Zhou Yun's thoughts.

Markit stopped in front of the underground palace.

Zhou Yun stood behind him and glanced into the depths of the underground palace.

The huge metal pillars supporting the entire underground palace, the promethium hanging on them has been extinguished,
Only the subspace engine behind the biomass pool at the end of the underground palace was still emitting a light blue light.

But it only cast a hazy luster on the underground palace, unable to drive away the deep shadows within.
The Tyranid behemoth and the Genestealer leader were hiding among them.
Let's not talk about the unknown Tyranid monster.

The Genestealer leader is a master of ambush in darkness and shadows.

This underground palace with the lights turned off was obviously a hunting ground deliberately prepared by it.

The plague zombies were shaking their rotten bodies in the underground palace, but the two alien monsters were very patient.
Especially the Genestealer leader, cunning, insidious and cautious,
It seemed that if Zhou Yun and Markit didn't enter, the two of them would not appear.

Markit and Zhou Yun were equally cautious, and neither of them rushed into the underground palace. The air was deathly silent.

For a moment, the entire underground palace was filled with only plague zombies wandering around. The atmosphere was awkward and boring to the point of being uncomfortable.

"If Horus had been half as cautious as the four of you, he might not have been poisoned and half-died in Davin."

The winged figure in the white light couldn't help but complain.

Zhou Yun remained calm, hung the famous sword, Dian Guang Wan, around his waist, and took out an ancient brown gourd.

"If they don't move, force them to move first."

"Pocket tornado!"

Zhou Yun pulled out the stopper from the gourd, and the gray-black breezes gathered together and turned into a strong tornado that roared out.

He certainly couldn't find the Genestealer Patriarch and the Tyranid behemoth hiding in the darkness, but he knew where the Warp Engine was!
The sound of the hurricane cutting through the air was sharp and piercing, echoing throughout the underground palace.
The hurricane released from the pocket tornado roared towards the subspace engine at the end of the underground palace.

If the Genestealer leader does not want to watch the warp drive being destroyed, then he must——

A sharp roar suddenly sounded from the ceiling of the underground palace, the sound was urgent and fierce.

A shadow like a giant spider fell heavily from the ceiling, mixed with pale flashes of lightning.
The huge body of the beast directly tore apart the howling wind released by the pocket tornado.
The dust and smoke raised by the spreading hurricane and the falling monster covered its body, and nothing could be seen except the faint pale electric light.

"Everything is rotten!" Markit shouted angrily, and suddenly raised the triangular blade in his hand.

The plague zombies in the underground palace began to wriggle, and their bodies seemed to swell and become stronger.
They gathered together, forming a tide of rotten flesh that rushed towards the Tyranid monster in the dust.

呲————

Four sharp swords with static electricity flashed through the air.
The blade was so fast that it left only hundreds of afterimages in the air, easily tearing the plague zombies that were rushing towards it into pieces of splattered flesh.

As the rotten flesh splattered everywhere, Zhou Yun also saw the beast's true face.
It was a two-legged Tyranid monster, about seven or eight meters tall, covered with a thick shell, with four sharp blades and a fanged mouth.

it is
"Screaming Killer!" Zhou Yun recognized the true face of this Tyranid beast in an instant.

The largest and most notorious subspecies of the Tyranid Executioner lineage.
It is named "Screaming Killer" because of its iconic——————

A piercing roar came, the pitch and volume reached a terrifying level, Zhou Yun almost felt that his internal organs were about to be shattered.
However, this scream is just a prelude
A biochemical plasma emitting a pale blue cold light gathered in the mouth of the Screaming Killer, like a newly born star.

The scorching bioplasma shot towards Zhou Yun and Markit——————

(End of this chapter)