Warhammer Survival Guide

Chapter 21 Debridement Surgery

"Buck!"

Rowe turned around and shouted sternly, "Notify Father Alpha to immediately seal off all water sources around the administration building, including the rainwater collection pond!"

"Huh? But consultant, that's just rainwater..."

"Execute the command!"

Lo Wei's voice was more stern than ever before.

"Have all defense personnel wear gas masks. No one is to remove them without my permission, not even while eating!"

His intuition told him that the real attack had begun.

It's not guns or poison.

Rather, it is something more hidden and more deadly.

Just as he finished speaking, a commotion arose outside the window.

Luo Wei rushed to the window.

Beside the rainwater collection pool, an old janitor who was cleaning suddenly threw down his broom and clutched his throat in pain.

His body began to convulse violently.

The skin turned ashen at a visible rate.

Followed by.

His stomach swelled up rapidly, like an overinflated balloon.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The old servant's stomach exploded.

There were no scenes of blood and gore.

What came out of his stomach was not internal organs.

Instead, it was thousands upon thousands of... greenbottle flies.

They buzzed, like a black whirlwind, instantly engulfing the surrounding crowd.

Instantly, screams, cries, and alarms shattered the tranquility of the early morning!

Lo Wei watched everything, the quill in his hand broken in two.

"They're here."

He murmured to himself.

There was no fear in his eyes.

Only the cold, resolute acceptance of an inevitable fate.

"All personnel are on high alert."

He pressed the red button on the table, and the sound was amplified and carried throughout the entire granary.

"This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill."

"For the Emperor, for survival... prepare for battle!"

The black whirlwind formed by the green bottle flies did not spread immediately.

As if possessing some kind of collective intelligence, they paused in mid-air for a moment.

The sounds of flapping wings overlapped.

No longer the annoying buzzing sound.

It turned into a low murmur.

It felt as if countless people were whispering in my ear.

These sounds penetrate the eardrums, bringing not only noise but also a feeling of nausea.

It causes the stomach to spasm involuntarily.

Then they dispersed.

There was no chaotic escape, but rather a purposeful "sowing".

They rushed toward the nearest crowd.

The group of laborers who had just been queuing for soup were now screaming with their mouths wide open in terror.

Flies burrowed into their nostrils and ears, and crashed directly into their terrified, open mouths.

"Close doors and windows, and activate the positive pressure ventilation system!"

Lo Wei's voice boomed through the broadcast system.

"All defenders, fire at will!"

"The target isn't the fly, it's the person being parasitized!"

"Don't let them get close to the defensive line!"

In the square, a young laborer knelt down, clutching his throat.

Countless tiny insects were wriggling beneath his skin.

The originally thin body quickly filled up and swelled.

He looked up, and the fear in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a blissful, almost delirious, expression.

"Heh...hehe..."

He let out a strange, silly laugh, and yellowish-green pus dribbled from the corner of his mouth.

"Bang!"

A large-caliber bomb precisely shattered his upper body.

Buck stood on the second-floor terrace.

The muzzle of the explosive gun in his hand was emitting blue smoke.

The one-eyed commander did not hesitate at all.

His prosthetic eye spun wildly, locking onto every target that showed signs of mutation.

"Don't hesitate, fire!"

Buck roared at the terrified soldiers downstairs.

"That's the Plague Lord's zombie! If you don't want to turn into rotten flesh, pull the trigger!"

Awakened by their officer's shout, the defense troops then pulled the trigger of their heavy logging rifles.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat."

The dull, rhythmic gunfire tore through the air.

The "machine soul soothing" that Lo Wei spent an entire night performing demonstrated its value.

These old killing machines didn't jam or explode.

They spewed tongues of fire half a meter long, unleashing a dense storm of metal upon the crowd.

This is not war, this is massacre.

It is also a necessary debridement surgery.

Those newly mutated zombies, whose movements were still sluggish, fell like wheat under the heavy machine gun fire.

Large-caliber bullets easily tore apart their swollen limbs.

The unhatched insect eggs and pus were blasted into plumes of foul-smelling blood mist.

Luo Wei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his hands behind his back, his expression somewhat solemn.

He looked at the fallen figures—

Just ten minutes ago.

They were still thanking the bowl of hot green soup.

"Your Excellency," Father Alpha said, puzzled, "the data model has become flawed."

"Based on the normal rate of decay, these hosts should completely lose their ability to move and become sources of infection within thirty seconds of contact."

"but……"

The priest extended a mechanical tentacle.

He pointed to several mutants below who had been shot and fallen to the ground, yet were still stubbornly crawling.

"Their physical strength is higher than expected; the transformation process seems to have encountered some kind of...resistance."

Luo Wei narrowed his eyes.

He noticed it too.

Those laborers whose bodies were mutated by flies were affected.

However, in the first few dozen seconds, many people were still able to remain somewhat conscious.

Some people even tried to use their hands to dig the foreign object out of their throat.

This is not reasonable.

For the underprivileged who suffer from long-term malnutrition and whose immune systems are on the verge of collapse.

The plague virus should be instantly killed.

unless……

"It's green soup."

Luo Wei quickly came up with the answer.

"Green soup contains high protein, high calories, and trace amounts of antibiotics."

"Although they only ate one meal, this 'full meal' activated their dormant immune system."

Even if it's just a temporary resurgence, it still gives them time to react.

At this moment, Luo Wei couldn't help but be somewhat moved.

This is the power of mortals.

Even something as insignificant as an ant can thrive if given just a little nourishment.

Even in the face of destruction, they may struggle for a second to survive.

In fact, the agricultural planet "Fertility 2" is not the idyllic, golden granary it is often depicted in.

Instead, it is a giant millstone forged from flesh and steel.

On the horizon, towering spires of the hive city rise like malignant tumors.

They spewed out toxic fumes that blotted out the sky, turning the sky a sickly gray-yellow.

And in the shadow of the hive city.

It is an endless farm and fungal cultivation room.

Like blood vessels, they are inserted into the barren crust of the planet, drawing nutrients day and night.

Every inch of land here is forcibly cultivated.

Every drop of water has been filtered countless times.

The harvested grain filled the towering tithe warehouses.

Enough to fill the stomachs of the sector fleet.

It was even sent as far as the table of the Holy Terra.

However, these laborers who toiled day and night at the bottom of the city, cultivating crops in highly toxic wastewater, could not even obtain a single grain of rice of their own.

To them, it was the offerings of the divine emperor, the private property of the nobles.

Ordinary people should not touch it.

They could only huddle in the shadow of the harvest.

They gnaw on recycled corpse starch, filtered industrial residue, and green soup.

Despite being in a granary, the fields were littered with corpses of the starving.

This is the magnificent, sacred empire...