"Friends, could you spare a few minutes?"
"Please allow me to introduce our Heavenly Father and Savior, the benevolent Four-Armed Emperor."
The woman in purple robes wore a devout yet gentle smile, clasping her hands before her with hopeful expectation.
Her bald head gleamed faintly beneath the bulbs hanging between the pipes, and faint traces of what looked like keratinous plate-like protrusions could be seen.
They had actually come to him on their own.
Zhou Yun, who had been considering how to find the Genestealer Cult, was slightly taken aback.
Then again, although Genestealers bore many inhuman traits, they were hardly conspicuous in the Lower Hive, where mutants gathered in droves.
Besides, Augustus Flax had even abandoned management of the Lower Hive, let alone the Bottom Hive.
The Genestealers scarcely needed to hide here. They could openly spread their blasphemous doctrines and genetic corruption.
Zhou Yun smiled at the woman before him. "I hadn't expected anyone in the Bottom Hive to still devoutly believe in the Emperor."
As he spoke, Zhou Yun looked at the hand-painted holy icon hanging on the wall beside them.
"But your Emperor seems somewhat different."
"We saw the Emperor's true form among the stars."
The woman lowered her head devoutly and said to Zhou Yun,
"The Emperor is so benevolent, yet heretics have distorted his intentions, just as they cut two arms from his holy image."
"The Emperor was born with four arms so that he could embrace all living beings, whether mutant or malformed, rich or poor, noble or lowly."
"The unfortunate fools worship the false two-armed Emperor and receive only oppression, toil, and suffering."
"The blessed kin worship the benevolent four-armed Emperor, and can use both ears to hear the unified song of the stars."
As she spoke, the woman pointed around them.