Warhammer Survival Guide

Chapter 41 Nest Master

"Fire! Don't let it get away!"

Rowe raised his explosive pistol and fired two shots at the dark figure.

The bomb exploded on the concrete at the monster's feet.

Shrapnel tore through its shell, and a yellowish-green fluid oozed out.

The monster let out a sharp screech.

This sound doesn't sound like it's produced by vocal cord vibration.

It's more like a mental scream that drills directly into your brain.

With that shrill whistle, pairs of cold eyes lit up from the shadows of the surrounding pipes.

"There's more than one!"

Buck roared, and the heavy bomb gun in his hand finally roared.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The dull thud of the explosion was like thunder.

This caliber of bullet was originally designed to engage light vehicles.

If it hits a gene stealer, it will pulverize them to pieces.

A monster that was about to launch a sneak attack from the flank was hit in the chest by a bomb.

His entire upper body instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

"Suppressive fire, don't stop!" Rowe commanded as he rushed towards Father Alpha, who was operating the oil pump. "How much longer?"

"The third vehicle is being filled, and the flow rate has reached its limit!" Father Alpha's mechanical voice sounded anxious. "The machine spirit is screaming; the pump is overheating!"

"Let it bark; if it burns out, we'll go back and fix it!"

The battle quickly escalated to a fever pitch.

These gene stealers clearly didn't expect their "prey" to possess such ferocious firepower.

Two heavy bomb guns formed a deadly crossfire, tearing any monster that dared to show its face to shreds.

After the initial panic, the recruits began to perform their duties under Buck's angry shouts and threats of death.

Dozens of laser guns, though individually weak, fired in a dense salvo, creating a scorching wall of light.

Even the gene stealer's hard shell cannot withstand continuous high-energy burning.

A monster attempting to force its way through was struck simultaneously by more than a dozen laser beams.

Its shell was instantly burned through, emitting a burnt smell, and it collapsed to the ground with a mournful cry.

"The fourth one!"

"The fifth one!"

Just as the last truck was about to be filled with fuel.

Lowe felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly begin to shake.

"Case, what's going on?"

"The signal source below is moving at high speed," Case reported urgently. "That's... the Nest Master. It's enraged!"

Luo Wei's expression changed.

They could barely handle ordinary gene stealers.

If it is the nest owner.

This is a monster lord with powerful psionic abilities and terrifying melee combat skills, capable of fighting against Space Marines in one-on-one combat, and even killing them.

This team, composed of new recruits, would absolutely collapse instantly if faced head-on.

Lowe's goal was to use this operation to train a new batch of recruits, not to send them to their deaths in vain.

"Pull the tubes out and retreat!"

Lowe acted decisively, without even waiting for the remaining oil in the hose to drain completely.

"But it's not full yet..." A new recruit responsible for cheering hesitated for a moment.

"Bang!"

Rowe shot the connecting latch off with a single shot, and black chromium gushed out, soaking the recruit.

"If you want to die, stay here and be dessert!"

The convoy started up with a roar.

Just as the last truck drove away from the pumping station, the ground exploded with a deafening roar.

A giant monster, over three meters tall, burst out from underground.

Its carapace was thicker and had a deep, dark purple color.

Six arms waved, radiating psionic energy.

It let out an angry roar and slammed a claw onto the oil tank connection that was still spraying oil.

"boom!"

The spark ignited the leaked chromium.

The blazing fireball resembled a blooming, highly poisonous red lotus.

It burst open with a roar in the narrow rectangular field of vision of the rearview mirror, instantly engulfing the entire pumping station.

Even through the thick armor and hundreds of meters of rain.

The intense heat, enough to melt steel, still made the chimera's windows slightly warm.

From the core of the churning black and red flames, a faint, extremely shrill roar could be heard.

The Nest Master's shriek.

The pulse, containing the energy of compressed space, pierced the cerebral cortex of all the nearby creatures.

Luo Wei sat in the swaying command seat, gripping the armrests tightly, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the intense dizziness and headache subsided.

He glanced again at the raging inferno in the rearview mirror and murmured to himself:

"Praise be to the Emperor, and to those flammable and explosive materials that are always in a state of instability."

As for whether the monster is dead or not?

Luo Wei didn't know, and didn't intend to know.

The master of the gene-stealer's nest is a nightmare for biological evolution, a top predator lurking in the shadows.

They possess physical strength comparable to that of Astartes monks, as well as bizarre psionic shields.

Perhaps the explosion just now burned it to a crisp.

Perhaps it was just a charred shell, dragging its wrecked body into the ground, its venomous compound eyes staring in the direction the convoy had gone.

In short, Lowe would never turn back to confirm.

Curiosity is a cat's epitaph.

In the Warhammer world, turning back to check a corpse is often the beginning of a horror story.

"Case." Lowe pressed the communicator to his throat, his voice cold and rational.

"Pack up and encrypt the biosignal features, nest coordinates, and explosion assessment report that you just recorded, and send them to the Governor's Office."

This level of threat.

This has exceeded the processing capacity limit of the seventh grain depot.

Instead of fighting this psionic monster with a few sticks, it's better to pass this hot potato to someone more capable.

I believe that Governor Alicia, upon seeing the term "gene thief," would be more eager than anyone else to mobilize the elite forces of the Planetary Defense Force.

After all, compared to the slow and conspicuous decay of filth.

These silent insects that can overthrow regimes are the rulers' deepest nightmare.

After giving instructions to Case, Rowe wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glanced down at his pocket watch.

From entering to leaving, it took twenty-three minutes.

Five trucks, four fully loaded, one about eight-tenths full.

Three recruits were lost, and two base loads of explosives were used up.

In return, they received enough fuel to power the entire granary for six months.

This deal made them incredibly rich!

"Advisor," Buck said, his voice trembling, clearly still shaken, "what were those monsters?"

"Another kind of death." Rowe leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes wearily. "More greedy, more hungry than the Lord of Plague."

"After we get back, we need to strengthen the monitoring of the underground pipe network. The fact that this thing is here means that our underground environment isn't necessarily clean either."

……

The return journey was even more silent than the way there.

The gray-black acid rain pounded against the armor of the chimera troop carrier, creating an unsettling noise.

The new recruits were crammed into the narrow troop transport compartment, and no one spoke.

Just hours ago, they were refugees who only knew how to line up for green soup.

Now, they clutch laser guns that had killed enemies, their eyes staring blankly at the muddy floor.

The adrenaline is receding, and the resulting reactions are exhaustion and lingering fear.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Luo Wei held a hard, dry compressed biscuit in his hand, but had no appetite whatsoever.

He stared through the observation window at the "Gluttony Wall" armor on the front of the vehicle.

The armor is undergoing some unsettling changes.

The grime metal plate, which was originally only capable of devouring rotten flesh and secreting digestive juices, now exhibited an almost manic "appetite".

During the earlier impact, one of the gene stealer's severed arms was hanging on it, tightly bound by purplish-red fleshy buds.

Normally, the "Wall of Gluttony" can digest a zombie in just a few seconds, like a hot knife through butter.

However, this time, it encountered an obstacle.

The carapace of a gene stealer is incredibly hard.

Moreover, it seems to possess a natural resistance.

Luo Wei could clearly see that when the granulation tissue came into contact with the pale purple carapace, it would contract violently as if it had been scalded.

Then, driven by their innate greed, they surged forward again.

sizzle.

A wisp of white smoke rose.

The corrosive power of Nurgle, representing the chaotic force of twisted life and endless cycles, is clashing with the Terran Zerg, the biomass representing ultimate evolution and absolute adaptation.

At the micro level, a fierce battle is taking place.

There is no warp lightning.

There is no psionic storm.

Only the most primitive, cellular-level phagocytosis and antiphagocytosis.

"Isn't it interesting?"

The calm, electronic voice of Father Alpha came through the headphones.

Luo Wei simply replied:

"If you mean the sound of our front end melting, then that's certainly quite interesting."

"Advisor, I mean the data. That alien sample... its cellular structure, while resisting corrosion, is trying to 'understand' this corrosion. It's changing its molecular arrangement."

"You mean, it's evolving?" Rowe frowned.

"Perhaps it should be said, assimilation," the priest corrected. "Two extreme biological logics are searching for a balance. If we can control this process..."

"Stop," Rowe interrupted him coldly. "Drive back home first. This is something to worry about when we're back home."

"Right now, I just want to make sure this thing doesn't suddenly grow a mouth and eat our driver."

The convoy rolled across the muddy wasteland, its tracks kicking up black dust.

On the distant horizon.

The massive and somber outline of the Seventh Granary slowly emerged.

For this exhausted team.

This granary fortress reeks of corpses and fermentation.

At this moment, it has an eerily warm feeling to it.