Why Was the Deep Blue God of Sorcery So Evil?!

Tita casually tossed Zhou Yun a bag of candy, and Zhou Yun caught it one-handed.

"A girl in your class gave you this. What's been going on with you lately? Why are you attracting so many young girls?" Tita asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tita was still wearing a simple white dress, but unlike before, she was covered in all manner of accessories.

A pure-gold double-headed aquila hung around her neck, while a metal hairpin shaped like an eagle clutching lightning held back the hair at her forehead.

An angel-wing hair ornament set with a blood-red gemstone dangled from the end of her hair, and a cross strung on a gold chain adorned her wrist.

A piece of Blackstone hung at her waist, while an anklet made of pure white skulls carried a mummified corpse seated upon a throne.

Zhou Yun had hurriedly commissioned all these items from craftsmen after gaining the psychic power of "faith." After blessing each of them, he had insisted that Tita wear them.

Zhou Yun himself carried many similar items, though he kept them hidden beneath his clothes rather than displaying them openly.

Tita wore them to intimidate the malice lurking within the Warp, so that any cultist with even a little knowledge would know at a glance that she was not someone to provoke.

Zhou Yun hid his beneath his clothes so he could catch those foolish cultists and Warp-born evils trying to ambush him off guard.

Tita did not question why Zhou Yun wanted her to wear so many accessories.

Zhou Yun told Tita that he had converted to Catholicism, and that these pendants and ornaments could ward off evil according to Catholic belief... Well, Zhou Yun did not think he was technically lying.

Looking at the candy in his hand, Zhou Yun could not help but smile bitterly. He had constantly used psychic power to enhance his charm, making his students admire him so he could gain faith, but it seemed to have produced some rather troublesome side effects.

"How did the apartment building search go?" Zhou Yun asked Tita.

"Mm, Elder Caepio has an apartment building for sale in the west of the city. I plan to take a look tomorrow." Tita thought for a moment before saying, "The first floor has storefronts and a kitchen. We can rent out the storefronts, keep the second floor for ourselves, and rent out the third and fourth floors later."

"Don't rent them out yet. Wait until I'm dead before renting them out," Zhou Yun said to Tita with a smile.

He needed some space, in case experimenting with psychic power caused a commotion and brought unnecessary trouble.

Tita seemed a little angered by his words, scrunching her nose. "If we're not renting it out, then why not buy a villa? It would be more comfortable to live in."

Zhou Yun planned to use that sum of Denar to buy a house. Tita wanted to purchase one of the villas commonly occupied by Macragge's wealthy class, with buildings on all sides and a courtyard and atrium in the middle.

But Zhou Yun still advised Tita to buy an apartment building.

The first reason was that Zhou Yun would die sooner or later and leave this body. When that happened, Tita could collect rent from the apartment building and would not need to worry about making a living.

The second reason was that, compared to a Macragge villa, an apartment building was more simply built and located in a worse area, so the same amount of money could buy more land than a villa.

Given Tita's age, she would definitely live until the era of the Great Crusade. By then, Macragge would become the core of Ultramar's Five Hundred Worlds, and land prices would inevitably soar.

Sure enough, no matter the era, land speculation was humanity's instinct.

Of course, like our dear first Warmaster, the Perpetual Oll Persson, speculating on land on Calth was not a good idea.

That Oll Persson concealed his identity in the future and served in the Imperial Guard under Roboute Guilliman. After retiring, he spent all his savings buying a vast tract of land on Calth, Ultramar's emerging new world, intending to get rich and enjoy retirement later.

Not long afterward, the Horus Heresy erupted. The traitor Primarch Lorgar led the Word Bearers in a surprise assault on Calth, bombarding it from orbit and detonating its star, shaving off a layer of Calth's surface and leaving future Calthians with no choice but to dig underground.

"I won't be coming home for dinner tonight. I'm going to the church," Zhou Yun told Tita.

Upon the Golden Throne, Zhou Yun had found a new body he could enter.

But Zhou Yun was in no hurry. The Warp had no time or space. Once he had fixed his gaze upon that body, he had locked onto it across both time and space and could enter it whenever he wished.

This was also Zhou Yun's first attempt at entering multiple bodies simultaneously. To prevent accidents, he had specifically performed a divination and chosen an auspicious time: around one in the morning tonight.

It was precisely because he feared causing a disturbance that he decided to go to the triangular room in the church.

Tita nodded, then could not help saying, "Could you convert to the Flying Spaghetti Church instead? Their pasta is delicious. Unlike Catholicism, which only hands out hard flatbread."

In truth, Tita was somewhat worried that Zhou Yun had joined some cult. She had looked into it and felt that Catholicism seemed unreliable in every way. Something about the father and son being the same god, something about a virgin cuckolding an old carpenter, something about rituals requiring people to eat the blood and flesh of the god's son...

Most bizarre of all, the thing they worshipped was the instrument of torture their god had suffered upon...

By comparison, Tita felt that the Flying Spaghetti Church, with doctrines such as "No one should go hungry," "The Cook does not care whether you believe, but the Cook cares deeply about your stomach," and "The Cook is a complex carbohydrate organism. The Cook does not need your money; please use it to help the poor and weak," looked downright wholesome.

"I prefer the Flying Hot-and-Sour Soup Sect, but unfortunately Macragge doesn't have one." Zhou Yun cracked a joke, bade Tita farewell, and headed toward the Temple District.

Aphrodisiac incense burned in six censers, its snake-like smoke coiling through the air around sixty-six voluntary sacrifices, male and female alike.

Watching this scene, Libo felt his heart bleed.

He had spent so much time gathering these followers. They were devout believers in the God of First Cry and quite loyal to him as well. If he wanted to become the high priest of Semuneta Temple, every one of these followers was indispensable.

"Think about Tull's fate." The blind witch seemed to sense Libo's distress and spoke to him. "Such strange and vile twists of fate were undoubtedly the work of the God of Sorcery!"

Thinking of Tull's manner of death, Libo could not help shuddering.

Poor Tull... There had been far too many coincidences.

At some point, the ground beneath the bathhouse had subsided. The subsidence happened to occur beneath the toilet, and Tull's weight happened to become the final fat pig that broke the toilet bowl.

So the toilet floor, the toilet itself, and Tull all fell into the wide sewer pipe below, where sewage had accumulated.

Normally, this would not have been especially dangerous. Tull could have swum and climbed back out, but his knee had begun hurting abnormally, causing him to sink into the thick filth.

But even that should not have been a problem. The sound of the toilet collapsing had been so loud that someone quickly heard it, and a group of people hurried over with bamboo poles to pull Tull out.

The bamboo poles had already reached Tull, and he was just about to grab one.

Then... then the toilet lights happened to go out. The people trying to save Tull were startled and inexplicably lost their minds, wildly stabbing at Tull with their bamboo poles in an attempt to locate him, only to leave his body riddled with bloody holes.

Only after someone finally remembered to bring a flashlight did the blood-soaked Tull manage to grab a bamboo pole. He had almost climbed out.

But at that very moment, the most bizarre thing happened. Thunder struck beneath Macragge's clear night sky. A bolt of lightning tore through the darkness, pierced the window, and struck the bamboo pole Tull was holding.

The bamboo pole burned through and snapped. Screaming, Tull fell back into the cesspit, and at that exact moment, a surging tide of sewage swept him deep into the sewers.

The bizarre sight terrified everyone present. Many fell to their knees on the spot and began praying to whatever gods they believed in.

Tull's corpse was not found at the sewer outlet until this morning.

His eyes were wide open, his body swollen, and all manner of maggots crawled into his body through his wounds. Half a bamboo pole was still lodged in his throat. His death had been horrific.

Before the body could even be transported to the cemetery, a pack of bloodthirsty wild dogs appeared from nowhere and tore it to pieces.

Libo could not help shuddering.

Why was that deep blue God of Sorcery, who governed change, so evil?!

For the sake of his own life, Libo did not dare delay and gathered this group of followers as quickly as possible.

"Wait a little longer. When Father's Eye overlooks Macragge from its highest point at around one in the morning, I will perform the ritual," the blind witch told Libo.