A gaunt man brushed past Zhou Yun.
He pulled a crude automatic pistol from beneath his clothes and pulled the trigger at the Genestealer bishop atop the tower vehicle.
Bang!!!
The smell of gunpowder filled Zhou Yun's nostrils. Fire flashed at the corner of his eye, and heat spread across his cheeks.
Panicked cries rang out through the surrounding crowd, and the smoke temporarily obscured Zhou Yun's vision.
An assassination? Someone wanted to assassinate the Genestealer bishop?
Were they trying to recreate the feat of Yamagami Tetsuya, the legendary assassin from humanity's third millennium?
That was the first thought that came to Zhou Yun's mind.
He immediately felt that this was far too reckless. A single crude automatic pistol against a powerful psyker?
The Genestealer bishop would not open her heart that easily.
Then, through the thinning smoke, Zhou Yun saw a Genestealer guard in an ashen-brown robe standing in the distance.
He stood there without moving, staring in this direction.
Zhou Yun paused, then looked at the assassin beside him.
The assassin had not covered his face. There was no hatred for the Genestealer bishop on his gaunt face; instead, he watched the tower vehicle nervously and anxiously.
Fake!
This assassination was fake!
The assassination itself had been arranged by the Genestealers!
Why had they arranged this assassination?
Could it be—
Zhou Yun's mind raced, and an idea instantly came to him.
Atop the tower vehicle,
the Genestealer bishop slowly rose to her feet. She was completely unharmed, and she turned to look at the assassin who had fired at her.
Under the astonished gazes of the surrounding residents, the Genestealer bishop slowly opened her arms.
"The Four-Armed Emperor whispered in my ear, allowing me to evade disaster and continue spreading His gospel."
"Sinner, how dare you obstruct this