In the room arranged for Alexander and his two companions by the genestealer bishop,
Mont stared at Alexander with eyes that looked like his mother had died.
Joan stared at Alexander with eyes that looked like her father had died.
Anyone who didn't know might have thought Alexander had assaulted their parents.
Alexander's gaze fell on Joan , his eyes signaling her to use her precognitive abilities.
Joan withdrew her resentful gaze, and her hazy, deer-like eyes seemed to reflect many scenes.
A fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her face looked a bit tired.
"You fooled them."
Joan whispered,
"No one is eavesdropping."
"Or perhaps they don't care whether we're eavesdropped on or not."
Alexander glanced at the not-so-spacious room as he spoke.
The furnishings in the room were simple and ordinary, with only two temporary beds supported by iron frames, a chair, and a table.
On the table, there was also purified water and some food.
The Four-Armed Emperor cult had gathered all the believers who were about to go to the First District in the buildings they controlled.
They would be collectively sent to the First District early tomorrow morning.
"After all, as long as they are injected with the genestealer' corrupting genes, they will be forcibly loyal."
When Alexander first entered this room, he noticed that the entrances and exits of nearby buildings were guarded by genestealer Guardians hidden in the shadows.
It looked very much like a stance to prevent believers from regretting and fleeing. Why did the genestealer recruit so many people?
Alexander's eyes were full of confusion. He looked at Joan, hoping for an answer from her precognitive abilities.
But this time, Joan just shook her head, looking a bit tired,
"I can't see clearly. A shadow full of hunger shrouds the genestealer patriarch. I can't see anything."
"If I could get a bit closer, I should be able to see clearly."
So, I still have to go to the First District?
Alexander pondered, stroking his chin.
"You two, I have an idea!"
Before Alexander could sort out his thoughts, Mont suddenly spoke.
He chuckled, a confident smile on his lips:
"I have an excellent idea."
"That genestealer patriarch is going to personally inject us with alien genes, right?"
Alexander nodded, looking at Mont with a strange expression.
What good idea could this rookie cultist come up with?
"Then why can it only corrupt us? We can also corrupt it in return!"
Saying this, Mont pulled open his shirt, tore off a bit of Body Clay, revealing his chest.
His black-tinged-red flesh was full of fissures, from which blood continuously oozed, mixed with tiny, slug-like parasites.
These small, slug-like parasites writhed in his filthy blood, opening their grotesque mouths and screeching, extremely horrifying.
Joan recoiled a step, hiding behind Alexander.
Alexander, on the other hand, watched the terrifying marks of corruption on Mont's chest with interest.
"Mortals cannot resist their corruption at the genetic level, but I am different. They are not the only ones skilled in this path."
Mont said in a low voice, a cruel smile appearing on his lips:
"When it comes to life and genes, the benevolent Nurgle we believe in is the master of this path."
"I coexist with these parasites; even my gene fragments have been integrated."
"The genestealer patriarch can inject me with alien genes, and I can, in turn, inject him with parasites, corroding his gene sequence."
You're going to compete with the genestealer patriarch in genetic corruption?
Alexander looked at Mont with a slight shiver.
Just him, a Nurgle's Chosen, wants to corrupt the Great Devourer's representative on a planet?
Alexander still remembered that Mont's blood struggled even to give people diarrhea.
"Don't look at me like that. The blessings I'm receiving now are much stronger than before."
Mont noticed the strong disdain in Alexander's eyes:
"Remember that triangular sword? That sword harbored a corner of our Nurgle's great power. My brother and I received more powerful blessings from it."
Alexander frowned.
He observed carefully, and there seemed to be a sword mark in the center of Mont's chest.
He must have inserted that triangular sword into his chest to gain more blessings.
This blessing did not come directly from the Warp, but from the power injected into the triangular sword by the Corpse Guild of the Old Eight District through sacrifices in the past.
A terrifying divine artifact born from the death, plague, and disease of an entire major district; its power was naturally immense.
There were indeed cases where GSC were corrupted by genes in return.
If the Nurgle blessing in Mont was strong enough, theoretically, this plan was indeed feasible.
Mont really looked like he had come up with a good idea... probably.
Alexander's eyes still held a strong sense of doubt.
"As a team, can't you two have some faith in me?"
Mont couldn't bear Alexander and Joan's gazes and couldn't help but say,
"We, the three companions of the Bottom Nest, will surely succeed!"
"..We're actually a team?" Alexander and Joan asked in unison, their voices filled with surprise.
".." Mont instantly felt isolated.
He sat down on the bed, a bit dejected, and rubbed his horns fiercely:
"Even if I fail, there's no loss for you two."
"At the very least, I can make the genestealer patriarch fall into a period of weakness."
"Then it will be much easier for you two to do whatever you need to do."
Alexander had to admit that Mont was right.
If they were to enter the Government Building in the First District to find the Warp Engine, they would have to operate under the nose of the genestealer patriarch no matter what.
That guy was a monster who could fight an entire squad of Blood Angels and a Death Company Dreadnought.
Alexander, with his Superman Gloves, might be able to match or even suppress him in terms of strength, but in other aspects, Alexander's human body couldn't keep up.
Moreover, there was a large number of GSC present nearby.
And on Alexander's side...
Joan's combat power was almost useless unless the Emperor possessed her.
Mont's combat power was somewhat decent, but he was definitely no match for the genestealer patriarch.
If Mont could really make the genestealer patriarch weak, it would indeed make their actions much easier.
Alexander stroked his chin, and an idea popped into his head.
This was an idea he had come up with earlier in the mutant settlement.
"I need to go back to your settlement and find your brother."
Alexander said, looking at Mont.
Mont paused for a moment.
With his ability to change appearance and size, and that ring that could pass through walls, it wouldn't be difficult for Alexander to sneak away for a night.
"What do you want to find my brother for?" Mont said, frowning: "Unless we can destroy or bypass the technological protective wall, they can't help much."
"You have your idea, and I have mine."
Alexander chuckled, took out the Any Ring from his pocket, placed it on the wall, and his figure disappeared into it.