Chapter 794 Plague Zombies
If only zombies roamed the surface of the planet, it would only be an extra step of shooting and spitting fire for the Empire, but the pollution of the planet's soil was unacceptable to the Empire.
As long as the ritual of Nurgle's cultists polluting the planet was interrupted, the Empire still had a chance to transform the planet back into an agricultural world and produce a large amount of food in the shortest possible time.
If they really succeeded, this would most likely be the last time the planet produced food.
Inquisitor Weiss thought so. She was in a high position and naturally knew the fierce internal turmoil in Cadia and the surrounding star regions. The Empire took too many extreme measures to strengthen Cadia's defense line, which was enough to be called killing the goose to get the eggs even by her standards.
The agricultural world of Kakuo would definitely be dealt with urgently after the cleansing. In this process, there would be no bright sunshine and fragrant orchards, only hissing high-starch corn.
The monks of the Mechanicus would build fertilizer factories, the air would be dyed yellow, the soil would become floating soil, the fields covered with high-yield crops would stretch to the horizon, and the huge harvesters would greedily suck every grain of food.
In the end, the planet will become a dead world with only sand under this kind of collection. A world that has been drained of its last bit of nutrition will not be able to become one of the next bases to provide supplies for the Chaos traitors.
Weisi's sigh was interrupted by the scolding of Sister Govistin, who was asking a fanatical battle sister to save the fuel of her flamethrower.
"There are too many of them." A longfang holding a heavy bomb machine gun complained. He stepped steadily and fired, firmly controlling the zombies coming from the side at a distance of about 200 meters from their team.
These degenerate things can only lose their ability to move if their heads are blown up. Even if their limbs are broken, the zombies will twist around inch by inch.
So Longfang locked each bomb on the part slightly above the chest of the zombie. This kind of shooting can destroy the zombie's body structure to the greatest extent, blowing its shoulders and the head above to pieces. The extremely penetrating bomb can also kill the zombies behind him.
"There are more." Kaiser White Fang whistled. He could detect from the auspicious instrument that millions of zombies had surrounded them. If they failed to stop the ritual of the filthy brewing pool in time, they would have to fight their way out of the zombies.
"You have to act quickly. We can't hold on any longer." The voice of Khan Korsaro came into Kaiser White Fang's communication channel. The sound of the bombs and the roar of the battle motorcycle engines mixed together, making Khan Korsaro's voice unclear.
When the Space Wolves and the elite troops of the Inquisition advanced deep into the ritual site, Khan Korsaro was leading the White Scar Warriors to walk through the zombies numbering in the hundreds of millions across the continent.
These zombies lacked the ability to understand. There was only hunger raging in their empty and turbid eyes. They would grab living people and feast on them. They would spread pollution to every corner. No matter how solid the streets were, they would become difficult swamps in their pollution.
But the Nurgle followers with psychic talents can command these zombies. They are the targets of Korsaro Khan's hunting. As long as he finds a zombie driver, Korsaro Khan will rush forward on a motorcycle and take his head with thunder.
If there is no beheading and attraction by the White Scars, the number of zombies surrounding the filthy brewing pool will be even greater.
The current situation has given Kayser White Fang and his party a headache. The corpses and food piled on the ground are only in a state of corruption and pus because of Nurgle's corrosion. The huge pustules are blocked by these unspeakable filth, waiting for their trampling like landmines.
Wodehouse held the wolf staff, and his psychic power surged. The waves of coldness pierced the brothers beside him and felt familiar. When he was ready, he slammed the wolf staff on the ground and shouted, "Kneel before the winter of Fenris!"
The severe cold that spread for hundreds of miles reshaped the soft and sticky land, and the frozen water vapor made the ground solid and reliable.
The rotting corpses were frozen into popsicles. The dissolution process of their internal organs was temporarily stopped. The dark green mist they exhaled was also much less. The larvae in the infected pustules were also afraid of the cold winter of Fenris. The flies around the crowd disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"You did a great job." Another longfang took back his heavy flamethrower and used this precious time to adjust the temperature and pressure of the flamethrower.
Wodehouse did not show joy for his brother's praise. Using spells in a place with such filthy energy in the subspace is a risky thing. If you are not careful, you will be possessed by evil spirits.
Fortunately, Wodehouse has long been accustomed to this. When he was with Lin Fan, he did too many dangerous experiments on demon possession. His control of psychic energy is the best in the think tank.
But the consumption is real. He tightly grasped the wolf stick to resist the tremors from his body.
Everyone continued to move forward in the severe cold. The winter of Fenris will not show mercy to anyone.
First it was freezing cold, then chilly, and then a slight chill. The closer they got to the filthy brewing pool, the more the temperature rose. The cold and dry air began to become hot and humid again. The cleanliness and neatness created by the cold was once again destroyed by the turbid and corrupt juice.
After crossing the mountain made of maggot white eggs in front of them, they saw the filthy brewing pool.
Seven pillars surround a pool of green water. These pillars are made of living people stuck together. Seven psychics were selected to become the tips of the pillars. Their mouths, noses and mouths spit out a steady stream of green water, gathering into A brewing pool that reflects Nurgle's decaying gardens, from which all the corruption that the planet has endured comes.
As the heart of Nurgle's corrosion, this place was completely unaffected by the winter of Fenris. Just witnessing the scene in front of me, my brain sent a nauseating feeling back to my entire body.
Inquisitor Vesth and the Sisters of the Devout Rose, led by Sister Gavestin, all activate cognitive filters to prevent Nurgle's corruption from weakening their combat effectiveness.
A group of Plague Space Marines guarded here. Their green-embroidered armor looked weak in defense, but Kaiser White Fang would not underestimate these traitors in front of him.
A Plague Marine holding a scythe and covering his head with a hood looked at Kaiser White Fang. His body was filled with the marks of his father's generous blessings. His whole body was wrapped in a thick miasma. The rusty edges pierced into the swollen skin. The weapon It has a texture unique to slimy wood.
He scolded Cather White Fang as he shook his arms with flies flying up and down.
"You cruel butchers."