Warhammer Survival Guide

Chapter 58 Experimental Field and Battle Armor (Please Subscribe)

Experimental field A-3 is located on the edge of the eastern granary.

It is right next to the towering windbreak wall.

This area was originally a barren saline-alkali land.

The soil has a sickly grayish-white color.

Twenty-four hours earlier, Lowe had ordered the shipment of the specially treated "premium fertilizer":

This dark green slurry, a mixture of powdered corpses of gene-stealer hosts, acid, and bacteria, was poured into the irrigation canal.

Now, Luo Wei comes to see the results.

He stood on the edge of the field, his leather boots sinking into the soft, damp soil.

The sight before them was enough to make any agricultural expert from Holy Terra faint on the spot.

They even directly invoked the court's extermination order.

The wheat seedlings have sprouted.

It did not sprout from the ground.

It erupted explosively.

In just one day and one night, the once bare field ridges were covered with a dense layer of vegetation.

However, this does not symbolize vitality and hope.

The wheat seedlings' stalks were disproportionately thick, their surfaces covered with fine purplish-red veins.

The leaves are broad and thick, with fine serrations along the edges.

Under the pale light of the constant-temperature lamp, it reflected a leather-like sheen.

Luo Wei squatted down and reached out to touch one of the wheat seedlings.

It feels cold and slippery to the touch, with an unsettling resilience.

"rustle----"

When he touched the leaf, the surrounding wheat seedlings seemed to sense something and made a uniform rubbing sound.

The sound didn't sound like the wind blowing through the wheat fields.

It looks more like countless tiny insects chewing.

"Growth efficiency has increased by a full twenty times!"

Luo Wei withdrew his hand, a little sticky juice clinging to his fingertips.

He didn't seem to mind; he even brought it close to his nose and smelled it.

It lacks the fresh scent of plants.

There was only a faint rusty smell.

"In addition, it is highly resilient."

Luo Wei's gaze swept across the entire experimental field.

The acidity and alkalinity of this land are seriously exceeding the standard.

In the groundwater layer, the concentration of heavy metal residues is at a lethal level.

According to the Imperial Ministry of Agriculture's standard manual, conventional crops cannot survive here and will only mutate into deformed, inedible animals. However, this batch of wheat seedlings survived.

They stretched out their stems and leaves, occupying every inch of their living space.

The roots penetrate the polluted soil, absorbing nutrients from the "premium fertilizer".

Gene thieves and their hosts, within their alien genes, are inscribed the survival instincts and adaptability at the cosmic level.

This force was crushed, fermented, and then transferred into these plants.

In Luo Wei's arms, through the double-layered lead plates and his uniform, the fragment of the Nurgle Amulet began to radiate a slight warmth.

The fragment of the Nurgle Amulet was regarded by Rowe as a kind of early warning device, and he carried it with him at all times.

This is a spiritual warning.

The authority of a loving father is not merely a symbol of decay, plague, and death.

In this doctrine of existence, life and death form a continuous circle.

Excessive vitality is the beginning of distortion.

This wheat field has reached a critical point.

"Production is projected to double."

Lowe recorded the data in the ledger in his mind.

"risk assessment----"

He leaned closer to take a closer look.

The edges of the leaves have fine serrations.

Long-term consumption of this type of wheat flour will very likely lead to trace amounts of genetic contamination.

The human body may have extra fingers.

Keratinization may occur on the skin surface.

This is a foreseeable cost.

But in Loewy's logic, this is not a reason to destroy them.

"As long as it doesn't kill people, it's food."

Lowe made the decision without any expression.

"Mark this batch of wheat as 'semi-finished military rations specially supplied'."

"After harvesting, the grain is sent to the northern granary for deep detoxification and high-temperature, high-pressure processing. It is then made into those compressed biscuits that are as hard as bricks."

"Whether it's supplying the Oglin apes to the Astronauts or exporting it to the lower classes of other famine-stricken hives, no one cares if the flour is organic or not, as long as it fills their stomachs."

These are excellent assets.

In this damned universe, any food that can grow is a gift from the emperor.

As for whether there is any impurity or confusion mixed in with this blessing.

This is a problem that Catholic pastors need to worry about.

Rather than the duties of a clerk.

Luo Wei patted the dirt off his hands.

He turned and left the vibrant yet chilling experimental field.

Medical area, intensive care unit.

Buck lay half-reclined on the hospital bed, the one-eyed commander's scarred face filled with bewilderment.

He woke up.

However, his world was silent.

The psionic storm did not directly destroy his brain.

The violent energy shockwave pierced his eardrums and irreversibly burned the brainstem area connected to the auditory nerve.

When he saw Luo Wei walk in, his lips moved as if he was saying something.

Luo Wei walked to the bedside and said nothing.

He took a small box out of his pocket, wrapped in oil paper.

Place it on the bedside table, then open it.

Inside lay a pair of metal implants.

It is not a brand new medical device.

Obvious wear marks are visible on the metal surface.

There were still dark red rust marks on the edges, which could also be described as dried bloodstains.

Several nerve connections, as thin as hair, stretched out like whiskers.

This is a second-hand item taken from the head of a dead machine servant.

Of course, it could also be a third or fourth hand.

On resource-scarce border planets, even this kind of dilapidated thing is a scarce resource.

Lowe took out another piece of paper, wrote a line on it, and handed it to Buck.

"Your ears are ruined."

After Buck finished reading, fear flashed in his one eye.

What does losing one's hearing mean for a defense soldier, especially a commander?

This means he couldn't hear the enemy's footsteps.

I can't hear the commands.

The roar of gunfire could not be heard.

This means he has become a useless person.

In the Seventh Grain Depot, there is usually only one fate for a useless person.

Luo Wei wrote another line.

"Two choices."

"First, collect a severance package (three cans of meat) and retire to the logistics department. You know, those places don't support idlers; you might become raw material in the fermentation tank one day."

Second, accept this.

Lo Wei pointed to the second-hand implants in the box.

"This is a crude, industrial-grade modification. The surgery will be painful, and there will be no anesthesia. After the implantation, you may hear electrical noises."

"Of course, there's also the possibility of receiving some inexplicable, nonsensical whispers late at night."

"But it allows you to hear."

"You can continue to be my commander."

In Lo Wei's eyes, there was neither pity nor threat.

Only cold-bloodedness.

This is a deal.

The value of survival is exchanged for pain and risk.

Buck thought for a moment, then reached out his rough, large hand, grabbed the box, and nodded vigorously.

A slight smile appeared on Luo Wei's lips.

He patted Buck on the shoulder, then turned to the medic beside him and made a gesture.

The cold, mechanical arm of the machine servant extended out.

He was holding a bone drill that was spinning at high speed.

"Zzz."

Buck couldn't hear, but he could feel the vibrations traveling through his skull into his brain.

Loewe did not stop to watch the bloody modification surgery.

He knew Buck would pull through.

Because people who don't want to die often have a stronger will to live than cockroaches.

Seventh Maintenance Workshop.

This place has been transformed into a bustling construction site.

Today is the last day of preparation.

The smell of burnt solder.

The odor of volatile engine oil.

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The sound of prayer accompanied by static noise.

This constitutes the basic environmental background.

"Praise be to the god of all machines, who has joined this iron plate with leather—not for beauty, but for strength—"

As Luo Wei entered the workshop, the first thing he saw was the new type of protective clothing.

It can also be described as a collection of junk.

Its main body was sewn from an industrial heat-insulating apron worn by a dead body.

The dark yellow leather surface was covered with oil stains and scratches, making it look bulky and ugly.

To increase insulation, Father Alpha filled it with a thick layer of asbestos.

Before being filled, the asbestos was soaked in a pungent-smelling holy oil, which the priests collected from abandoned engines as coolant.

The head is covered by a fully enclosed gas mask.

The original glass eyepiece was removed and replaced with two obsidian lenses with an anti-glare coating.

The breathing valve is connected to a thick bellows that leads to a metal canister at the back.

The jar was originally a coolant circulation pump in the cafeteria's freezer.

Now, it has been converted into a simple air cooling system.

"This is our 'battle armor'?"

Luo Wei stepped forward and tapped the hard outer shell.

"Yes, consultant."

Father Alpha waved his newly repaired mechanical tentacles.

A new tentacle pieced together from scrap hydraulic rods.

It is thicker and heavier than the original.

"It looks a bit out of step with the aesthetic standards of Mechanicus."

The priest explained somewhat awkwardly.

"However, after testing, it can keep the wearer's core body temperature below 40 degrees Celsius in a high-temperature environment of 85 degrees Celsius. Effective time: 4 hours."

"That's enough."

Luo Wei nodded in satisfaction.

It may be ugly, but as long as it saves my life, that's fine.

When it comes to armor, I don't care about being cool, I just care about practicality.

"What about the vehicle?" Rowe asked again.

Father Alpha turned to the side, revealing the massive thing behind him.

Chimera troop carrier.

The standard vehicle of the Imperial Guard.

The vehicle, which should have been painted with gray camouflage armor paint, had a strange dark red front end.

People who don't know it might mistake it for paint.

But in reality, they were irregularly shaped metal plates that were crudely welded onto the original armor.

Dark red machine oil flowed from the weld seams, resembling poorly healed scars.

Lowe recognized the metal plates.

From the new "Wall of Gluttony":

A dynamic equilibrium is achieved within the metal, a combination of the biomass of the gene-stealer and the Nurgle plague.

"I welded all the usable active metals onto the front of the car," the priest said fervently.

"Advisor, please take a look."

He picked up the flamethrower, aimed it at a metal plate on the front of the vehicle, and pulled the trigger.

Orange-red flames erupted, licking the dark red metal.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

Metals should theoretically turn red and soften.

Instead, it seemed to be awakened, its surface began to wriggle, and it secreted a layer of viscous liquid.

The liquid quickly hardened in the flames, forming a charred shell that kept the heat out.

Then, the priest threw over a piece of rotten meat.

The metal plate had developed tiny cracks.

It looked like a mouth that "swallowed" the chunk of meat.

Then, the charred shell peeled off, revealing a brand new, pristine metal surface underneath.

Luo Wei's eyes narrowed slightly.

The priest excitedly explained, "High temperatures will activate its activity, and organic matter, even viruses and decaying flesh, can become nutrients for its repair."

"In the granaries of the Ninth Agricultural War Zone, amidst the high temperatures and plague, it was not just a piece of armor, but a living shield."

Luo Wei remained silent for a moment.

This is blasphemous.

They welded the products of aliens and chaos onto the Empire's vehicles.

If the court saw them, they would all be tied to the stake and burned to ashes.

"Well done, Alpha."

Lowe gave a thumbs up, then pondered, "Alpha, coat it with holy oil and draw a few double-headed eagle emblems to cover it up."