Chapter 430: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

At the same time, on the lower deck of the James Tong Battleship, H4 Living Area.

"Bang!"

The heavy blast valve was blown open by heat melt explosives, rusted metal fragments flying everywhere, and a foul wind carrying the stench of rot surged out through the gap in an instant.

Captain Keller led the way into the compartment holding his bomb gun, and the filtration system of his power armor immediately emitted a sharp alarm.

The concentration of void contamination in the air had already exceeded seven times the safety threshold.

A pungent stench hit them head-on, the smell of rotting flesh, spoiled grease, and mold mixed together.

Like a corpse pit soaked for several months, and like a sewer blocked for a hundred years, thick enough to almost penetrate the filter.

The metal floor underfoot was sticky and slippery, covered with a layer of dark green bodily fluid mixture, making a "slap-crack" sound when stepped on, sticking up along the soles of the power armor boots.

The beam of the flashlight swept around, and everywhere it reached were corpses piled layer upon layer.

Men, women, old people, children...

The civilians of the lower deck lay haphazardly on both sides of the corridor, some leaning against the cabin walls, some crawling on the ground, their deaths contorted.

Their skin had long turned black and swollen, their bodies covered with dense pustules, and the abdominal cavities of some corpses had burst open, spilling out turbid pus and organ fragments.

"Ugh~" Several young military police at the end of the team bent over on the spot, retching through their masks.

They had been on the battlefield and purged cult outposts, but they had never seen such dense, such disgusting scenes of death.

Keller's expression had also turned extremely ugly.

He crouched down and used the gun muzzle to nudge the shoulder of a corpse beside his foot.

The flesh of the corpse had already stuck to the metal floor, and a light touch tore off large patches of rotting tissue.

Judging by the degree of decay, these people had been dead for at least three to five days.

Three to five days, the inspection teams of the living area reported safety every day, and the monitoring data had always shown normal.

Until seven minutes ago, the signal suddenly interrupted.

"There's a traitor inside." Keller stood up, his voice ice cold.

"And not a low rank, able to tamper with inspection records and block monitoring data."

Being able to layout for so long on the lower deck of the James Tong Battleship, silently corrupting an entire living area, was absolutely not something a few Chaos Believers could do.

The other side's tentacles had probably already extended into the ship's management system.

He was just about to raise his hand to signal the team to advance in tactical formation, but the corner of his eye caught sight of the pile of corpses deep in the corridor moving.

Not an illusion, the mountain of corpses piled at the corridor corner seemed to come alive, slowly bulging.

Countless broken limbs, rotting torsos writhed under the sticky bodily fluids, piecing together, emitting sticky sounds of bone friction and flesh tearing.

"Alert!" Keller roared in a low voice, and the bomb gun instantly aimed at the pile of corpses.

"Prepare to open fire!"

Before the words fell, the pile of corpses suddenly exploded.

A huge monster nearly four meters tall stood up from the rotting corpses, turbid pus dripping down along its body.

This was not an ordinary plague zombie.

Its body was stitched together from dozens of corpses, several arms of varying thickness extending from both sides of the torso.

Some held broken steel pipes, some grew sharp bone claws, and some ended in swollen pustules, constantly dripping corrosive venom.

Its head was a product of three or four dead people's heads pieced and fused together, more than ten turbid eyeballs turning simultaneously, emitting hoarse low roars.

Plague Stitched Corpse.

One of the favorite creations of Nurgle Believers, a monster blended from countless corpses and plague power.

Thick-skinned and tough-fleshed, carrying deadly poison, every swing could spread a large quantity of germs.

And such monsters were not just one.

On both sides of the corridor, all the piles of corpses were writhing, fusing, one stitched corpse after another standing up unsteadily, blocking all retreat and advance directions.

They swayed their bloated bodies, emitting muffled roars, slowly surrounding the three hundred military police.

"Free fire! Hit their torso connection points!" Keller made a quick decision and pulled the trigger.

The roaring of the bombs exploded instantly in the narrow corridor, the scorching firelight illuminating faces that were either solemn or terrified.

At the same time Captain Keller pulled the trigger, the firepower of the entire Military Police Team surged out in synchronization.

The soldiers' magazines were filled with Purification Shells personally sanctified by the accompanying Priest, the shell bodies wrapped with remnants of holy oil, emitting faint blue light particles when hitting the target.

The flamethrowers on both sides pressed the triggers simultaneously, Promethium Gel mixed with holy water and Saint Powder surged out.

Crimson fire tongues swept along the corridor, instantly engulfing several Plague Stitched Corpses coming head-on in a sea of fire.

The sizzling sound of holy flame burning rotten flesh never ceased, mixed with the muffled roars of the stitched corpses.

These monsters stitched from dozens of corpses should have charged straight ahead relying on their bloated bodies and deadly poison.

But before the Promethium flame mixed with holy water, their proud rotting flesh burned violently like grease meeting fire.

Dark green pus boiled upon contact with fire, and the steaming plague germs floating halfway into the air were baked into ashes by the holy flame, along with the disordered nerves and muscles on the stitched corpses being charred and carbonized together.

The three stitched corpses in the front row had just rushed out two steps when they were riddled with holes by dense Purification Shells.

Immediately flames licked over their entire bodies, they swayed and then collapsed with a boom, turning into several piles of charred remains emitting black smoke.

"Good shooting, keep advancing!"

A squad leader roared loudly, his voice carrying the exhilaration of survival after disaster.

Just now, when they saw the corpse pile rise as a stitched corpse, many young gendarmes turned pale with tension.

But seeing these terrifying monsters crumble before the purification firepower, their taut nerves instantly relaxed.

Some even whispered the Emperor's name number, footsteps advancing steadily, gun muzzles continuously firing bursts at the writhing corpse masses in the corridor depths, advancing at nearly double the estimated speed.

Corrupt corpses on both sides of the corridor were swept by flames, curling with crackling sounds into charred balls, the contamination on the metal floor burned clean, revealing the mottled steel plates beneath.

Soldiers advanced stepping on crisp charred bone fragments, confidence rising continuously with the push.

As if maintaining this firepower, leveling the entire H4 District was only a matter of time.

But Keller, walking at the very front of the team, showed not the slightest improvement in complexion.

He kicked aside a charred severed arm at his feet, brows beneath his mask knotted into a frown.

Fifty years of gendarmerie career, seventeen cult purification operations' experience, constantly reminded him.

Too smooth.

H4 Living Area housed nearly twenty thousand slum civilians; by the scale of corruption, there should have been at least ten thousand plague zombies and hundreds of stitched corpses blocking the corridors.

Yet from the entrance to now, they had only encountered a few scattered monsters; corpses along the way were mostly stationary corrupt corpses, with no signs of large-scale activation at all.

The enemy went to great lengths to tamper with inspection records, shield surveillance signals, and silently corrupt an entire living area — only to prepare this little "welcoming gift"?

Keller crouched, gloved fingers wiping a rust stain on the floor.

Fingertips transmitted a slight sticky sensation; dark brown rust stains crawled slowly along metal grain like living things, slow but abnormally stubborn.

This was not ordinary electrochemical corrosion, but Rust Plague carrying a Warp curse.

Those capable of spreading this plague could absolutely not be a few slum cult believers.

"Speed up, target Core Dormitory Cabin." Keller stood, voice transmitting through communication device to every soldier's ears.

"Everyone stay alert, focus on screening ventilation pipes and maintenance shafts; enemy main force is not at the front."

Soldiers' exhilaration subsided slightly, gripping weapons tightly again.

Ten minutes later, the team finally pushed into the depths of H4 District.

Directly ahead stood a heavy blast door over ten meters tall, the main entrance to the district's largest collective dormitory cabin.

The entire dormitory cabin could accommodate a thousand people simultaneously, spacious and densely populated.

Once used for a large-scale sacrificial ritual, overflowing Warp energy would suffice to corrupt half a deck.

The blast door had long lost its original silver-grey metal gloss; dark brown rust stains crawled across the entire door panel like spider webs.

Gaps continuously seeped pale green sticky pus, flowing down the door panel, pooling into reeking puddles on the ground.

At the center of the door panel, a distorted Nurgle Tri-Head Symbol was drawn with dried blackened blood; even from far away one could sense the thick blasphemous aura.

"Right here." Keller lifted his chin.

"Engineers, advance and install thermal bombs, precision blast the door lock, move fast."

Two young engineers immediately stepped forward, unstrapping thermal explosive packs from their backs, half-crouching beneath the blast door to fix detonation devices.

Their movements were skilled and crisp, a standard procedure trained over a thousand times, fingers nimbly debugging detonation delay.

Everyone's attention focused on the blast door and the two engineers; no one noticed heavy footsteps rapidly approaching from inside the blast door.

"Thud."

A muffled sound came from behind the door, like a giant hammer striking iron sheet.

The two engineers' movements paused, instinctively looking up at the blast door.

"Thud!!"

A second impact followed immediately, the entire blast door trembling violently.

Keller's complexion changed drastically, just about to shout "Fall back", the third impact had already blasted open with a boom...

"CLANG!!!"

The ten-plus-centimeter-thick blast steel door was actually kicked outward from the inside, flying off its hinges!

The multi-ton metal door panel, carrying howling wind, smashed into the crowd; the two engineers at the very front didn't even have time to shriek before being solidly crushed beneath the door panel.

The crisp sound of plasteel chest armor and bones shattering simultaneously was completely drowned by the metal roaring.

Dark red blood seeped out along the door panel edges, mixing with the corruption flesh on the ground.