Chicken Thief: Warm, Pungent, Unblocking and Pain-Relieving

"When the shadow of the Great Devourer engulfs all of Asphodel, it will be too late."

A winged figure, claiming to be Sanguinius, flickered in and out of Zhou Yun's vision.

This time, as he had said, Zhou Yun had encountered some danger.

But Chaos had always liked to use goodwill to lure people into falling.

A lover's affection, a wise person's teachings, a brother's camaraderie, a father's care...

This goodwill was sometimes a disguise, and sometimes it came from the heart. But regardless of which it was, the gifts of the Warp always had a price, and one would only sink deeper and deeper.

The Sons of Horus, in order to save the Warmaster, placed him in the Serpent Coil cult's temple, leading to his corruption.

Magnus, in his excessive pursuit of the power of the Warp, unleashed a Psykana cannon that shattered the Emperor's Webway dream.

Fulgrim, infatuated with the power of the Laer Blade, was instead controlled by the demon residing within it.

Even Primarchs, with their superhuman intellect, could be bewitched by it. Zhou Yun, on the other hand, didn't believe he had the wisdom to discern it, nor the courage to gamble.

He pulled a small knife from his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket and walked over to the Chicken Thief cultists who had been stunned by the air gun.

The blade sliced across their necks, sending these lightly corrupted Genestealers to meet the Great Devourer.

Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, Zhou Yun got a headache.

If these bodies were left here, other Genestealers might find some clues and track him down.

If only there was a way to destroy the evidence without leaving any trace...

Huh?

Zhou Yun blinked, and an idea popped into his head.

He squatted down, grabbed a corpse, and stuffed it into the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket on his stomach.

[Item Name: Corpse of a Hybrid Neophyte]
[Origin: Shield of Hades System - Planet Asphodel - Fortia City]
[Evaluation: Genestealer corpse with minimal mutation. Neutral in nature, pungent and slightly salty in taste. Has effects of unblocking meridians, relieving pain, dispelling toxins, resolving lumps, and causing gene pollution. Not suitable for consumption.]
[Production Time: 978.M41]
[Status: Intact, excellent condition]
[Value: 10000 Yuan]

Has effects of unblocking meridians, relieving pain, dispelling toxins, resolving lumps, and causing gene pollution.

Just as Zhou Yun was about to complain about the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket's evaluation, his gaze was drawn to the substantial income of ten thousand yuan below.

It was more expensive than a whole broken Promethium Extraction and Transfer Station!

He quickly got to work, stuffing the remaining corpses into his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.

Eight Chicken Thief corpses had earned him over a hundred thousand yuan in total.

The leader, who had been squashed into a pancake and had a more severe mutation, alone fetched over twenty thousand.

Zhou Yun felt a pang of regret. If it hadn't been crushed into a pancake and its condition had been better, the recovery value should have been higher.

Including the income from scavenging earlier, Zhou Yun's money was nearing the 200,000 mark.

He couldn't help but swallow.

He asked himself, he wasn't a greedy person.

But the more money he accumulated, the closer he was to the Anywhere Door, and the more opportunities he had to escape.

If he could hunt more Genestealers...

Zhou Yun quickly shook his head, suppressing this dangerous thought.

Those were Genestealers, Chicken Thieves, not a group of chickens wearing overalls who could sing, dance, and rap.

These were just a few Hybrid Neophytes with almost no mutations, the weakest and most human-like among the Genestealers.

If he encountered more Hybrid Neophytes or more mutated Hybrid Neophytes, or even the top predators in the Chicken Thief cult...

Zhou Yun would probably meet the Great Devourer before the Tyranid fleet even arrived.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yun reached into his pocket and pulled out a potion.

[Item Name: Air Gun Potion]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth - Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 241.M3]
[Function: Liquid potion. After dripping onto a fingertip, shout "Bang" at the target with your finger to fire a shockwave. The power is sufficient to cause unconsciousness. Each finger can only fire once.]
[Evaluation: Without a gun, you can't shoot people. Isn't a gun an inconvenient thing!]

The power of this item was far inferior to a shock pistol or an air cannon; its power was limited to causing ordinary people to faint. Monsters like Hybrid Neophytes, with their distorted flesh and blood, required several shots to subdue.

However, its advantages were its low cost and high concealment. Zhou Yun wouldn't encounter beings like Astartes, who were almost legendary in Hive Cities.

He replenished his fingertips with several doses of the Air Gun Potion, using the shockwaves to blast around the area, erasing any trace of his presence as much as possible.

He then fled the ruined city at top speed, lest he be caught by the Genestealer cult.

Minutes after Zhou Yun left, A figure wearing a hood and with mechanical implants covering its face silently approached the location where the battle had just occurred.

It was a Sanctioner, an assassin from the Genestealer cult, born to eliminate anyone who threatened the safety of the species.

It possessed superhuman night vision, multi-jointed limbs capable of crawling in shadows, and malleable muscles that could squeeze through the narrowest gaps.

Its eyes were the Patriarch's eyes, and the bio-daggers in its hands were the Patriarch's claws. It had come to investigate here to answer the Patriarch's confusion.

But the ground here seemed to have been swept by a gale, leaving almost no traces.

It warily gripped the bio-dagger in its hand.

Since there were no traces on the material plane, it decided to check the psychic traces left in the air.

In a world invisible to the naked eye, it discovered a patch of pure white feathers gently drifting in the air.

The feathers were so magnificent, as if forged from white gold, and so light, lighter than any goose down.

The feathers were so pure, so out of place in this filthy world. The feathers were so noble, as if they had received the most sacred blessings in the world.

It smelled a fragrance emanating from the feathers, as if they had been soaked in prayers and incense for tens of thousands of years in a church.

Oh, it could no longer hear. It could not hear the Patriarch's voice, nor the Four-Armed Emperor's voice.

It began to sob. In a daze, it understood what an ugly form it had become and what a wrong path it had taken.

It begged for forgiveness, begged for atonement, and then, He brought down the fire.

In the dark corners of this ruined city, A colossal shadow, lurking in the darkness, over six meters tall, like the embodiment of all corruption and blasphemy in the world, appearing like a demigod or a devil, gazed at this scene.

It gazed at the Sanctioner, which was acting as its eyes and tracking psychic traces, suddenly freezing in place, its connection to itself abruptly severed.

Then, a burst of scorching golden flame erupted from the Sanctioner's corrupted and mutated head, gushing from its eyes, mouth, and ears, burning fiercely.

Until it was reduced to a pile of ashes with faint golden sparks.

The colossal figure let out a low growl filled with fear.

Then, in an instant, the Patriarch's roar echoed in the minds of all Genestealers.

"Find him! Kill him!"

Quack, esteemed sirs, all sorts of requests!