socalfunplaces Chapter 63 Volcano
Chapter 63 Volcano
Chapter 63 Volcano
"Let's do it."
The moment Luo Wei gave the order, the tranquility was shattered.
Two Chimera troop carriers, with heavy logging guns mounted on top, roared simultaneously.
After being adjusted by Father Alpha, the breech spewed out two dazzling whips of fire.
The large-caliber bullets, with straight trajectories, precisely pierced the torsos of the two plague workers at the very front.
"Pfft, pfft."
The viscous, yellowish-green liquid exploded.
The plague monsters' bodies were already distorted; bullets tore through their bloated layers of fat and broke the mutated bones that supported their bodies.
They looked like a pile of rotten flesh, limp and lifeless.
As it fell, the arm connected to the crane's control lever instinctively tried to pull the lever.
"This is called forcing you to stop work."
Luo Wei coldly defined the carnage before him in his mind.
He continued issuing orders via the vehicle's communicator: "Vehicle One, ram it! The target is the giant entity on the left trying to close the valve. Don't use guns, bullets are also a cost. Use the wall to 'eat it'!"
Father Alpha, sitting in the driver's seat, had a bright red light in his eyes as he forcefully pushed down the throttle valve.
The electric-powered chimera emitted a deep hum.
The tracks crushed the thick layer of alabaster on the ground and crashed into the foreman-level plague monster that was nearly three meters tall.
The plague monster raised its swollen arms in an attempt to block it.
However, just a second before contact, the dark red armor plates on the front of the Chimera, known as the "Gluttony Wall," came to life almost instantly.
"Zzz."
The living metal exhibited the hunger of an apex predator the moment it came into contact with high-energy biomass.
This is a pathological proliferation process.
Hundreds of dark red tentacles burst forth from the armor surface.
Like a jellyfish hunting in the deep sea, it instantly pierced through the plague monster's skin and fat layer.
The plague monster was nailed to the front of the car.
Immediately afterwards, the living metal ceased to remain solid.
They transformed into semi-fluids with independent wills, spreading rapidly along the monster's wounds.
The asphalt-like, dark red substance rushed to cover and envelop the massive plague monster until it was completely swallowed up.
During this process, the plague monster did struggle, and it struggled quite violently, but to no avail.
Even though the screams from the outside world were blocked out of the enclosed carriage, the terrifying "chewing sounds" still managed to get in.
Besides the sizzling sound produced by the secretion of strong acid digestive juices at close range, which corrodes flesh and blood.
There was also the crisp sound of mutated bones being forcibly crushed and ground into powder by hydraulic metal.
"Crunch, gurgle."
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The sound made the air inside the carriage feel incredibly oppressive.
In the corner of the back seat, old John huddled up, his thin body hunched over, his head bowed.
His face was ashen, his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and his hands, gripping the writing board, trembled uncontrollably.
He dared not look up at the scene of "eating" unfolding outside the windshield, forcing himself to focus on the logistical checklist at hand.
"Drinking water, five cases. Sealed perfectly —"
His lips trembled as he muttered silently.
Trying to use dry numbers to combat the fear that is right in front of you.
"Compressed biscuits, three boxes. Spare drive shafts, two —"
As the logistics manager promoted by Rowe, he was well aware of his own value.
He has no fighting ability. If he messes up even this small matter of managing supplies out of fear, this young advisor will not hesitate to throw him out and make him the next meal for the plague monsters outside.
The three widows of the new recruits sitting opposite him, despite having witnessed much death, could not control their physical nausea at this moment.
Susan covered her mouth, her pupils dilated, and her body stiffened.
In the latter half of the carriage, three thugs from the Ironclad Gang, along with seven or eight other death row inmates, who had all looked fierce and menacing, had now become cowards.
They had initially thought the plague monsters outside were demons from hell, but now they were horrified to discover that the steel chariot they were riding in was the real living hell.
With each chewing sound, their necks tightened, and their initial greed and desire for the "canned meat" were immediately extinguished by fear.
Even the elite soldiers of the defense force led by Buck, who were veterans of countless battles, could not remain calm at this moment.
Their fingers gripping the laser guns trembled, their Adam's apples bobbed, and they all gasped in unison.
Killing enemies on the battlefield is one thing, but watching your vehicle "eat" the enemy alive is a completely different psychological experience.
This blasphemous scene is challenging the fragile bottom line of their worldview as citizens of the empire.
At this point, Father Alpha began reporting the monitoring data.
"The energy reading has risen by 3%. It's digesting, Advisor. I can't find the right words to describe this efficiency. Praise be to the god of all things, this is simply art!"
"Focus on the road, Alpha." Lowe's gaze was icy. "Our target is three centrifuges. Don't let the Wall of Gluttony overeat; it'll cause indigestion."
The convoy drove over the mess and came to an abrupt stop just ten meters from the "volcano" reactor.
A wave of intense heat hit us.
Even through the car body, you can feel a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Action team, get out of the vehicle. Hurry, we only have five minutes!"
As the airtight door opened, fully armed Buck led the defense forces out and quickly established a defensive perimeter.
Then came the death row inmates, dressed in bulky heat-resistant suits, who, driven by their servants, carried heavy dismantling tools and stumbled toward the three silver pieces of equipment.
Luo Wei was the last to get off the bus.
He didn't take out a gun; his fingers traced the double-layered lead plate. The Nurgle amulet inside sensed the radiation energy from the subspace and gradually began to burn.
He looked up at the three M36 centrifuges.
The situation is worse than expected.
The three sophisticated industrial devices were not simply connected to pipes.
They have already "grown" on it.
The flesh and blood of the Nurgle Plague, like tree roots, entwined around the base of the centrifuge.
Dark red muscle fibers seeped into the gaps in the metal shell, seemingly trying to assimilate this sacred imperial machine.
"The machine spirits are screaming, they are suffering!"
Father Alpha roared angrily, brandishing his mechanical arm as he charged forward.
He stroked the cold exterior of the centrifuge as if he were stroking a suffering relative.
"This isn't just corrosion, it's rape! These filthy chunks of flesh are violating the sacred gears!"
"Stop lamenting, Father." Rowe handed him a high-frequency vibrating scalpel. "Let's do some surgery and cut them off."
"But this would sever their connection to this large chunk of meat, causing an imbalance in pressure!"
Although Father Alpha was angry, his logic remained clear.
The pressure inside the "volcano" reactor is currently regulated entirely by these three centrifuges. If the pressure is cut off, the high-pressure steam and "hot soup" inside will erupt.
Luo Wei glanced at the huge, bubbling reactor.
The liquid surface was churning violently, as if sensing the impending loss of a limb. The surrounding flesh walls began to spasm and contract, and the yellow smoke spewing from the vents became even thicker and more pungent.
"Then stop the bleeding!" Lowe roared at the death row inmates. "Don't just stand there like idiots! Scoop up all that caustic soot from the ground and pile it all next to the incision!"
"Buck, freeze grenades, get ready!"
Under Lo Wei's command, an "industrial demolition" full of violent aesthetics began.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle".
The high-frequency cutting blade cuts into the meat duct, and yellow-green smoke rises into the air.
As the base of the first centrifuge was cut off, scalding hot, dark red liquid gushed out from the cut.
The pressure was so great that a death row inmate who was standing too close was sent flying.
The condemned prisoner screamed and rolled on the ground.
Fortunately, the heat-resistant suit he was wearing saved his life; he was only burned and did not die immediately.
"Block it up, block it up quickly!"
Several death row inmates frantically stuffed shovelfuls of charcoal into the gushing incision.
"Throw a grenade!"
Bakla released the safety and precisely threw two specially made liquid nitrogen cryogenic grenades onto the charcoal.
"Bang!"
The white, chilling air exploded.
The extremely low temperature instantly froze the soft, limp caustic soda into a hard block of ice, which froze together with the surrounding fleshy tissue, forming an ugly temporary "thrombus" that forcibly blocked the nozzle.
"It worked!" Father Alpha exclaimed in delight. "Lift the hoist!"
The winch on the roof of the Chimera began to turn, and the steel cable tightened.
The first centrifuge, along with torn pieces of meat and frozen blood clots, was forcibly ripped off the "volcano".
Then came the second one, and the third one.
The whole process was like forcibly pulling three teeth out of a giant.
As the last centrifuge was hoisted onto the trailer behind it, the "Volcano" reactor reacted violently.
"Boom!"
The ground began to shake.
Inside the reactor, a sound like the mournful cry of a dying whale could be heard.
The fleshy walls began to writhe violently, and the tumors that were originally used to dissipate heat burst open one by one, quickly filling the entire hall with scalding acidic mist.
"Retreat! Retreat now!"
Buck yelled and shoved the death row inmates as they climbed onto the vehicle.
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Suddenly, a cold voice called out over the communication channel.
Everyone froze for a moment.
Luo Wei stood motionless at the edge of the reactor.
He was holding a sampling tube and inserting it into the still-leaking incision.
"Advisor, what are you doing? This thing is going to explode!" Buck was so anxious that his one eye almost popped out.
Lo Wei ignored him.
He raised the sampling tube and, using the tactical spotlight on his helmet, observed the golden, viscous liquid inside.
The liquid contains fine particles, which are organic matter that has been thoroughly crushed and fermented.
Under the influence of the Nurgle plague, they did not decay into ashes, but instead achieved a high-energy aggregated state.
"Extremely high nitrogen content!"
"Phosphorus and potassium—they're practically liquid minerals."
Luo Wei was tempted.
This is not just plague broth.
For this barren, acidified planet.
This is premium grade fertilizer.
It can triple the yield of wheat per acre!
Let those withered ears of wheat become fuller!
May the Seventh Grain Depot successfully complete its tithe collection in the next quarter!
There might even be surplus food to feed an even larger population!
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