Help! There are disgraceful mutants here!

Zhou Yun sized up the hazy figure calling itself "Sanguinius."

It was a figure with wings like a white dove, at least four meters tall, radiating Warp energy.

Severe height abnormality, scales, feathers, or animal fur growing on its body, glowing skin, two limbs, beast-like features, causing localized Warp anomalies.

Noticing Zhou Yun's gaze, the winged figure in the white light couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're using this standard to screen me?"

Oh, and the necessity of questioning the degree of mutation. Three moderate mutations, two severe mutations, and two extreme mutations.

Total score: 129 points.

"Purifiers, come quickly! There's a blasphemous, shameful mutant here!" Zhou Yun grumbled inwardly.

"Do you want to use this standard to screen the one on the throne?"

The winged figure in the white light couldn't help but shake its head and say, "According to this Department of the Army standard, my father and I would both be considered extreme mutants, scoring at least fifty points."

"Oh, I'm afraid besides a select few like Guilliman, not many of my Primarch brothers could escape that."

Listening to the winged figure's joking words in the white light, Zhou Yun smiled and nodded in agreement.

"According to the Department of the Army's standards, the Emperor and many Primarchs would all have to lean against the nearest wall, put their hands behind their backs, and shout loudly: 'I am a shameful mutant!' 'I am a shameful mutant!' waiting for the Purifiers to efficiently burn them."

Listening to Zhou Yun's words, the winged figure in the white light couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. "What do you think would happen if I said this to an Inquisitor or an Ecclesiarchy priest?"

"Then I'm afraid I'd be facing a white phosphorus immolation," Zhou Yun shrugged.

He glanced towards the Corpse Guild.

After Monger and Malkit entered the guild, a subtle scent of decay seemed to rise within the guild, looking chilling and terrifying.

"Are you going in?" asked the winged figure in the white light, its wings vibrating slightly.

Zhou Yun shook his head and reached into the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket on his stomach.

Monger and Malkit walked down the corridor of the Corpse Guild.

The dark corridor was covered in thick moss and decaying fungi, with mushrooms growing in the gaps that writhed like chunks of flesh.

And among the moss lay rotting yet unvanished corpses, their pale eyes wide open, following the two with their gaze.

Monger and Malkit chanted a seven-syllable incantation.

Their aura and this incantation made the corpses believe they were companions.

If anyone else walked into this corridor, they would likely be torn to shreds instantly, becoming nourishment for the moss and fungi.

"Brother, the Corpse Guild's branch director's office is ahead."

Monger stopped before a grand, heavy door on the first floor.

The door was carved with layers of skull patterns, symbolizing human purity.

But from within those skulls, layers of rotting, writhing, colorful fungi had grown, as if hinting at the corruption of purity.

Malkit nodded slightly and pushed open the door.

Behind the door was a spacious office.

The walls were covered in ornate carvings depicting the Corpse Guild's pale endeavor of recovering corpses.

One wall had been modified to embed a ceramic steel safe the size of a person, with a low-power stasis field seemingly deployed inside.

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

But he quickly retracted that thought.

Because beneath the filth-covered window was a large desk, and a woman in a pale secret service dress lay in a comfortable office chair with her eyes closed.

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

But even through the veil, Malkit could see her sickly complexion.

Pale and bloodless, covered in various splotches and pustules, with disgusting saliva dripping from her mouth. Dry, withered veins, as if no blood flowed through them, covered her face like withered vines.

She looked as if she was afflicted with every illness.

In her hand, she held a rusty, twisted, decaying triangular short sword. From the rotting, decaying metal blade, flesh and blood tissue, like living things, protruded. That flesh and blood tissue was decaying and moving.

It was a plague weapon, imbued with the power of corruption, forged in that lush garden of decay and rebirth.

This was what Monger and Malkit were seeking this time.

Malkit cautiously approached the pale woman with closed eyes and reached out towards the triangular sword in her hand.

Screech!!!

The triangular blade cut through the air, carrying a rotten stench. Malkit quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding being cut by the decaying blade.

"No!!!" A sharp, piercing scream came from her decaying vocal cords.

The pale woman moved her stiff body, slowly rising from the chair, and opened her tightly shut eyes.

Her eyes were like those of the deceased, pale and dim, yet within them, one could faintly sense an overflowing madness.

Malkit hurriedly chanted the seven-syllable incantation.

"No!!!!"

The only response to Malkit was a roar filled with madness.

Beside Malkit, the "Angels'" cheerful voice rang out, telling him that the ritual that year had failed due to the governor's bombing.

The rampaging Warp energy had not only infused the triangular blade, but part of it had also flowed into her body, driving her completely insane and out of control.

Malkit hurriedly dodged the triangular blade wielded by the pale woman, the wriggling flesh on the blade making him sense danger.

"Blech!!!" Malkit spat out a stream of corrosive digestive fluid, splattering onto the pale woman.

The dress she wore was instantly riddled with holes by the corrosion, and white smoke rose from her flesh. Rotting flesh revealed grinning white bones.

However, the woman's movements were not affected at all; instead, she became even more frenzied.

Malkit felt a terrifying malevolence from the blade in her hand.

Monger slit his wrist, and poisonous, corrosive blood sprinkled towards the pale woman.

However, the pale woman dodged and weaved, thrusting the triangular blade in her hand towards Monger's throat.

Her unparalleled reaction speed was beyond natural. Monger only saw the rotting blade transform into a sharp insect stinger in the air, shooting towards his throat.

Screech!!!!

A searing beam of light pierced the office window, melting the glass and striking one of the pale woman's legs.

A short, small explosion erupted at the point of impact, and the searing flames instantly melted half of the woman's leg.

"Laser rifle?" Malkit exclaimed.

Monger reacted a bit faster. He dodged the blade the woman was thrusting at his throat and looked out the window with surprise, shouting, "Ryan Russ?!"

But before his joy could last, several more laser beams shot from afar, landing in different locations of the Corpse Guild.

One of them grazed Monger's cheek, kicking up a small explosion behind him.

Monger looked utterly bewildered.

"Why the hell did you shoot me too?!"