This Heretic Is a Bit Weak

"My name is Ryan Russ," Zhou Yun said with a straight face.

The moment they heard the name, all three people present couldn't hold back their laughter.

"You don't need to lie to us with such a perfunctory fake name," Monger said, shaking his head.

"It's fine if you don't want to tell us your real name," Malkit said with a gentle smile.

"Do you have some obsession with Ryan and Russ?" the winged figure in the white light said.

A name that combined two Primarchs of the Imperium, and two opposing ones at that.

The Primarch of the Dark Angels, the Lion King, Lion El'Jonson.

The Primarch of the Space Wolves, the Wolf King, Leman Russ.

The name Ryan Russ, in 40K, was as absurd as someone calling themselves Jesus. Siddhartha Gautama, or Aisin Gioro. Chongzhen.

"Why is it a fake name? My parents gave me this name based on their preferences," Zhou Yun said with a completely serious expression.

"Your father admired Primarch Lion El'Jonson, and your mother admired Primarch Leman Russ?" Monger asked with some curiosity.

"No, my dad likes cats, and my mom likes dogs," Zhou Yun grinned.

"Russ might laugh heartily, but Ryan would absolutely not let you off," the winged figure in the white light said faintly.

Monger and Malkit glanced at each other. Even though Zhou Yun couldn't see their faces under their hoods, he could feel their utter bewilderment.

"I feel like you're on our side now."

Monger turned to Zhou Yun and said:

"Just for that sentence you said, you deserve to be put on a pyre and slowly burned for three days and three nights."

"The PDF outpost is just beyond here."

After passing through the maze-like streets of the derelict Hive City, Malkit and Monger led Zhou Yun, who called himself "Ryan Russ," to a ruin deep within the sector.

Monger, Malkit, and Zhou Yun hid behind a spacious house not far away, staring at the scene before them.

Mountains of rubble blocked the Hive City's ground and ceiling, like an insurmountable wall of sighs.

At the foot of the rubble mountain, the local gang had already set up a temporary stronghold.

Small generators roared, sending electricity into the abandoned houses near the street, illuminating newly installed light bulbs.

Old Sector Eight was once part of the Upper Hive, inhabited by the Hive City's middle class.

They were the bureaucrats who handled the Hive City's daily affairs, the senior managers of factories, and the political and economic service providers for the nobles' lives.

Their living conditions were far better than those in the Lower Hive. The space was larger, the buildings were better, and the streets were wider.

There were almost no opportunities for stealthy infiltration through the complex streets.

Furthermore, these gang members had built low walls with rubble between the houses, presenting a fully fortified appearance.

After all, the equipment in the PDF outpost beyond the rubble mountain was something countless gangs coveted.

Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.

He noticed a small, fully assembled excavator parked next to the rubble mountain.

"They actually managed to get a small excavator in here?" Monger, squatting beside Zhou Yun, muttered softly.

"It seems this gang has a technician who knows their stuff," Zhou Yun nodded.

He saw two or three men dressed as Hive City workers debugging the small excavator next to the machine.

"What was your original plan to get in?" Zhou Yun asked the two robed figures.

"My brother planned to corrode a tunnel through the pipe district and enter the PDF outpost from above," Monger said.

Zhou Yun's eyes twitched slightly. He glanced at the size of the rubble mountain before them and estimated the thickness between the pipe district and the PDF outpost.

"I'm afraid even if the Emperor stood up from his throne, you two still wouldn't have finished digging," Zhou Yun said with a twitch of his mouth.

"I think so too," Monger agreed wholeheartedly.

"Don't you two gang up on me," Malkit said with a helpless shake of his head. "We need to be patient, very patient."

"Then I'll find a way in by myself. You two can go back and dig slowly," Zhou Yun shrugged.

"You have a way to get in?" Monger asked, looking at Zhou Yun.

"It's best if no one dies," Malkit said softly. "We don't want to attract too much attention."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun couldn't help but roll his eyes. He never expected that on his first collaboration with heretics, they would request no deaths.

How to put it? It had a very Nurgle-like style.

"Uh, then do you have any magic spells that can make them have diarrhea or something?" Zhou Yun asked, stroking his chin.

Monger and Malkit exchanged glances.

"My blood is toxic. If added to their water source, it should make them have diarrhea. Maybe?"

Monger said with some uncertainty.

"Diarrhea? Just diarrhea?" Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment, looking at Monger strangely.

Your blood as a follower of Nurgle only causes diarrhea?

Noticing Zhou Yun's strange gaze, Monger was silent for a moment before saying:

"It might also cause some unlucky souls to get infected with parasites."

The blood of Nurgle followers only causes diarrhea and parasitic infections. It's a bit...

"It's fine, Monger's blood toxicity is pathetic; it's never killed anyone."

Malkit said calmly:

"If it weren't for its corrosive properties, Monger's blood wouldn't be lethal at all."

"Once added to water, the blood gets diluted, and the corrosiveness poses no real danger."

"Brother!" Monger said dejectedly.

Hearing this, Zhou Yun's lips twitched slightly.

Why did he feel these two heretics were a bit weak?

Malkit was good-tempered, unlike a typical heretic, and excessively patient.

As for Monger, a follower of Nurgle, his blood, aside from being corrosive, only caused diarrhea and parasitic infections.

No wonder Asphodel hadn't had much trouble with heretics; it turns out your operational standards are at this level.

Zhou Yun looked at the two heretics with a hint of pity. It must be tough operating as heretics in the Hive City with such low standards.

"But look, their water source is guarded. How will you add Monger's blood to it?" Malkit pointed at the water source.

Six or seven gang members were patrolling there.

"Heh! I have an idea!" Zhou Yun chuckled and pointed at the excavator at the foot of the rubble pile.

The mechanical arm on his hat also extended its finger.

Grind… hum…

A sound of mechanical friction echoed as the small excavator, parked at the foot of the rubble pile, suddenly raised its mechanical arm high.

The Hive City workers who were calibrating it nearby were startled and retreated a few steps.

"What are you doing?" a nearby gang member barked.

"We didn't do anything!" the Hive City workers quickly explained.

Then, under the shocked gazes of the workers and gang members, the excavator slowly turned its head towards the gang members.

"Could it be the machine spirit manifesting?!" a Hive City worker, recalling tales of machine spirits, shouted loudly.

"The machine spirit is pleased!" another Hive City worker couldn't help but exclaim.

Then, the excavator's mechanical arm swung down heavily, knocking out a gang member standing nearby.

The faces of the Hive City workers instantly shifted from excitement to terror.

"The machine spirit is displeased!"