Facing Joan's bewildered gaze, Alexander looked at Mont without batting an eyelid and said, "Sorry, Leman Russ is a pseudonym I used."
Hearing Alexander's words, Mont shrugged, a hint of exasperation in his voice: "That's truly unexpected, Leman Russ isn't your real name."
Mont's tone was filled with sarcasm, as if to say, with a name like that, who wouldn't guess it was fake?
"Actually, my real name is Sanguilliman."
Alexander placed his hand on his chest and said earnestly.
The moment he finished speaking, both Mont and Joan's expressions twitched.
Sanguilliman, Sanguinius, and Guilliman.
Throughout the Empire, Sanguinius was the most revered Primarch in the hearts of most Imperial citizens.
This was especially true near the Baal Star System, where statues of the Archangel were often placed alongside the Emperor in churches.
Alexander had combined Sanguinius and Guilliman's names into his own.
This blasphemy had an even greater impact on Mont and Joan than Leman Russ.
"This name also embodies my parents' preferences."
Alexander placed his hand on his chest, a nostalgic look on his face, and said, "My father liked the Smurfs, and my mother liked…"
"You're not going to say your mother liked bird-men, are you?" Mont asked, his eye twitching.
"My mother liked the Archangel!"
Alexander shot Mont a disgusted look, mimicking the purple-robed woman from the previous settlement, and made a gesture of exorcism: "You despicable heretic, calling the Archangel a bird-man!"
"Pah! Blasphemy! It makes me sick."
Mont: "…"
Joan: "…"
Sanguinius: "…"
Three nearly deathly stares fixed on Alexander, but he didn't even blink.
"The day Guilliman wakes up, I'm going to call him Smurf."
Sanguinius said faintly, "And I'm going to tell him you came up with that nickname."
Alexander's cheek twitched slightly. "I just hope Guilliman isn't a morning person."
Mont didn't notice any of this. He pointed to the settlement's gate and said, "Shall we talk inside?"
"No," Alexander said, pulling Joan behind him.
Although he hadn't personally seen the inside of the settlement, judging from the mutants who came out of it, it must have been blessed by Nurgle's power, filled with viruses, bacteria, and parasites, spreading diseases from the Empyrean.
This situation was fine for followers of the plague God, but for Alexander and Joan, it was a harsh environment.
Moreover, he didn't fully trust Mont and Marquite.
The diseases driven by the Chaos God they worshipped were even more unpredictable, and Alexander was even less willing to go deep into their territory.
If he really became hostile to them and faced those plagues and diseases, Alexander did have a solution…
He glanced at the Future Department Store in his four-dimensional pocket.
[Item Name: Adaptation Lamp]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth — Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 291.M3]
[Function: A green pistol-shaped ray lamp. The emitted beam can make a person adapt to any natural environment, physical, chemical, and any other living environment, including but not limited to space, high altitude, mudslides, sandstorms, lava, seabed, underground, thunderstorms, harmful bacteria, stellar surfaces, etc. One irradiation is effective for 24 hours.]
[Rental Price: 1,600,000 / day]
As long as he used the Adaptation Lamp, Alexander could be immune to all damage from "living environments" for 24 hours, even walking on the surface of a star would leave him unharmed, and even divine plagues could be immunized.
But…
The rental price for this item was as high as 1.6 million per use, and the selling price was a string of zeros that Alexander couldn't even count at a glance.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, Alexander probably wouldn't rent it.
While thinking, Alexander walked back to the chair, sat down, and looked as if he absolutely would not go in.
Mont reached out, rubbed his brow under his black horn, and waved at the mutants beside him.
The trembling mutants, as if pardoned, quickly ran into the stronghold, presumably to do something.
Mont nodded to Alexander: "I'll go find my brother. Let's talk outside. We might need your help with some things."
"My price is very high."
Alexander smiled and said, "But I also need your help with something. Remember to bring a map out."
"Alright." Mont nodded, turned, and walked into the settlement.
Alexander watched Mont leave, rubbed the Superman Gloves on his wrist, and turned to look at Joan beside him.
"No danger."
Joan immediately understood Alexander's meaning, shook her head obediently, and whispered, "They don't plan to attack us."
Joan used her prophetic ability to see the immediate future.
She bit her lip lightly, seemingly enduring her dissatisfaction and disgust towards the mutants.
But she also seemed to understand the value of patience.
If Joan was truly the Emperor's vessel and had been raised by Him, then the Emperor's parenting skills had indeed improved somewhat.
Before long, a squad of pale, decaying plague zombies emerged from the settlement.
They were wretches infected by the Nurgle zombie plague, their flesh constantly rotting and decaying, yet they still retained a certain consciousness, trapped in their corpse-like bodies.
Individual plague zombies were fragile, but countless plague zombies could gather into an endless tide of decaying flesh to overwhelm enemies.
However, Mont's mutants seemed to do more than just command plague zombies in combat.
They directed the plague zombies to carry iron plates and synthetic wood to the empty space next to Alexander, stacking and assembling these scavenged building materials into a simple shack in a short time.
Alexander watched this scene with interest.
The two factions of the Bottom Nest:
The GSC survived by the unity and diligence brought by their faith in the Four-Armed Emperor, building clean towns.
The mutants, blessed by Nurgle, coexisted with disease, gaining strong survival skills, and could enslave tireless plague zombies for labor and construction.
Why did it feel like both sides were more efficient than the factories in the Lower Nest?
Whether it was the GSC or the plague zombies, they were almost tireless, and their production efficiency was many times higher than that of the Lower Nest factories.
While Alexander was complaining in his mind, Mont came out of the settlement with Marquite.
Marquite nodded slightly to Alexander and whispered, "We want to talk to you about the visions the angels showed us."
"Angels?" Joan was slightly stunned and couldn't help but blurt out.
"Yes, the benevolent angels who protect us."
Mont, beside them, said in a coaxing tone, "They are a group of cute, chubby, green little pus balls, only the size of babies, mischievous and joyful, but also full of divine benevolence."
Alexander's eye twitched slightly.
Where the hell were these angels? Weren't these nurglings?
No, you two were really blessed by mere nurglings???