Warhammer Survival Guide

Chapter 22 Long Live the Advisor

After a brief moment of confusion, Luo Wei turned around and commanded:

"Alpha, activate Plan B. Have the 'Case' server take over all automated turrets. Also, prepare to detonate the incendiary traps in the eastern trench."

"Those flies were just the prelude," Rowe said, pointing to the rolling darkness in the distance. "The real gardener is about to enter and reap the harvest."

As if to prove his words.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed from the shadows at the edge of the square.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The sound didn't resemble human footsteps; it sounded more like chunks of rotting flesh crashing heavily to the ground.

The whirlwind of flies, scattered by the heavy machine gun fire, seemed to be summoned and frantically converged in that direction.

Then, a massive figure emerged from the darkness.

A giant nearly three meters tall—

If we can still be called "human".

He was wearing a tattered work uniform stained with oil, the uniform of the senior supervisor of the Seventh Grain Depot.

But at this moment, the uniform was stretched to its limit and was in tatters.

His abdomen had split open.

There are no internal organs inside.

Instead, it was infested with nests of plump maggots.

His left arm had turned into a keratinized bone spur.

It was covered in green slime, which kept dripping down.

"That's... the former foreman, old Hack?"

Buck's terrified voice came through the communication channel, "Didn't he disappear last week?"

“He didn’t disappear.” Lowe stared coldly at the monster. “He simply went to receive the Plague Lord’s blessing and became fertilizer for this garden.”

This is the prototype of a Nurgle Plague Chosen.

Or rather, a high-level carrier.

It didn't rush to attack, but stood still, as if taking a deep breath.

With each breath, the pustules on the bodies of the zombies that had been knocked down began to tremble violently.

They then exploded, releasing a pale yellow mist.

Wherever the fog passed, the originally hard cement ground began to mold and soften.

Clusters of disgusting fungal mats grew.

It is changing the environment.

It wants to turn this place into a filthy garden.

"We can't let it spread its spores!" Rowe shouted sharply. "All firepower, concentrate on the big guy!"

"No, Advisor!" Buck roared. "Bullets are completely useless against it. The fat is too thick; it's practically a biological armor!"

indeed.

The bullets from the logging gun, when they hit the monster, only splattered into small, yellowish-green pus-filled spores.

It can't even make it back a step.

It let out a low roar, took long strides, and charged toward the defensive line.

With each step it takes, the fungal carpet beneath its feet spreads a little further.

A sense of despair began to spread among the defense forces.

Faced with supernatural terror, the courage of mortals is like a candle flame in the wind, which may be extinguished at any moment.

At such moments, Lo Wei becomes even calmer.

Fear is a killer of the mind.

He must find the logic.

The essence of Neglect is decay and rebirth, a distorted cycle of life.

However distorted it may be.

It still follows the laws of the material world.

Biomass requires energy.

Viruses need a vector.

"fire."

Luo Wei uttered a single word.

"Alpha, what's the detonation delay of the incendiary grenade I had you modify?"

"0.5 seconds, consultant."

"very good."

Luo Wei grabbed the communicator on the table and switched directly to full-frequency broadcast.

"Everyone, cease fire!"

This order surprised everyone.

The monster had already charged to within fifty meters of the defensive line.

The stench was almost overwhelming.

"Buck, take your men and retreat twenty meters. Give it the trench you just dug."

"But……"

"Execute the command!"

The defense forces were naturally puzzled.

But their long-term training and their awe of Rowe led them to instinctively choose obedience.

They retreated hastily, clearing a space for themselves.

That plague monster clearly didn't have a high level of intelligence.

Upon seeing the enemy "fleeing," it let out an excited roar and sped into the trench.

In its view, this was just a shallow ditch that it could cross in one step.

What it didn't see was that the bottom of the trench was covered with a layer of black, viscous substance.

That was waste scraped off from the bottom of the fermentation tank.

It contains a large amount of industrial grease.

There's also waste engine oil from heavy machinery.

Lo Wei stood on a high place.

Looking at the monster's clumsy body, stepping into the trench was like a wild beast falling into a trap.

"Alpha, ignition."

"Command confirmed. Praise be to the wrath of Om Messiah."

As the priest's cold voice fell.

Fifty modified tripwire mines, buried on both sides of the trench, were activated simultaneously.

"boom!"

A muffled roar.

A crimson wall of fire instantly rose from the bottom of the trench, reaching a height of five meters.

Grease mixed with waste engine oil reaches extremely high temperatures and has extremely strong adhesion once ignited.

Like living fire serpents, they instantly crawled all over the monster's body.

Drill into its gaping wound.

It was burning the maggots and rotten flesh inside.

"Aww!"

The monster let out a piercing scream.

This is no longer a menacing roar, but the most primal wail of a creature facing death.

Nurgle's blessing makes it immune to bullet penetration and makes it feel no pain.

However, it cannot change the physical law that proteins will carbonize at high temperatures.

Flame is purification.

High temperature is the truth.

The seemingly invincible monster struggled and rolled frantically in the sea of ​​fire, trying to extinguish the flames on its body.

The more it struggles, the more firmly the highly adhesive propellant sticks.

Moreover, the high temperature also triggered a large amount of methane gas that had accumulated inside it.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of muffled explosions came from inside it.

That was the sound of its internal organs and its abscesses bursting under high temperature.

Yellow-green juice splattered out.

Before it even hit the ground, it was vaporized into black smoke by the flames.

A few minutes later, the screams gradually subsided.

Only a charred, burning mass remained in the trench.

Clumps of nauseating fungal carpets were also reduced to ashes under the scorching heat.

The defenders and laborers stared at the flame with lingering fear.

Unbelievable! The terrifying monster had been reduced to charred remains.

Until Lo Wei's voice rang out again.

"Clean up the battlefield."

"Use the flamethrower to clear away all the debris. Don't miss even a piece of flesh the size of a fingernail."

"Put all the ashes into lead buckets and bury them deep."

"Yes...yes! Long live the advisor!"

Someone in the crowd shouted out first.

Immediately afterwards, cheers erupted like a tsunami.

The ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe.

It is also a form of worship of the strong.