Warhammer Survival Guide

Chapter 80 Purity

Industrial waste slurry from the western granary is not just industrial sewage.

Through the semi-transparent observation window, you can vaguely see that it contains a mixture of various "waste materials," half of which have been dissolved by strong acid.

There are servo skull fragments.

Heavy metal slag shimmering with a faint light.

Skeletal remains of an unknown bottom-nest creature.

This is practically a black river flowing with death and deadly poison.

"Zzz."

A crack suddenly appeared at the joint of an aging pipe.

A few drops of black waste liquid splashed out and landed right on the work boots of the death row inmate who was missing an ear.

The thick leather was instantly burned through, emitting a wisp of smoke, and the toes below sizzled like roasting meat.

"Grass!"

The death row inmate cursed, and the muscles in his face twitched.

He merely shook his foot, without stopping his work, and instead tightened the valve even more forcefully.

Compared to losing a few rotten toes, failing to complete the task and not getting the reward is the real hell.

Meanwhile, Luo Wei, dressed in a black raincoat and wearing a heavy gas mask, quietly observed the busy scene.

Beside him stood the Gluttony Wall Chimera Transport Vehicle No. 1, now completely mangled.

The compound eyes on the front of the vehicle gleamed with a ghostly blue light, staring at the tank trucks. The radiator grilles under the hood opened and closed, as if yearning for food.

"What wild excrement from the machine spirits—" Father Alpha said, collecting readings from the air. "The acidity level is off the charts, and the heavy metal content is enough to kill Oglin with poisoning."

But Loew's feelings were completely different from Alpha's.

In his "auditor's perspective," what was flowing before his eyes was not some highly toxic waste liquid at all.

This is money.

It is a resource.

It is a data stream of production that will soon be transformed into golden grains.

The western grain depot thought they had gotten rid of the garbage.

However, according to Rowe's ledger, he not only received thousands of tons of urgently needed high-energy fertilizer for free, but also made a net profit of 35 credits per ton.

In auditing, this is called "negative cost operation".

What was originally a costly purchase of raw materials has been transformed into a business that others are paying you to take on.

Rowe steadied himself and said, "Connect the pipes directly to the sprinkler truck. The gray mules have been starving for far too long; don't keep them waiting."

Half an hour later.

The area surrounding the eastern grain depot is a heavily polluted wasteland.

Dozens of modified heavy-duty sprinkler trucks slowly advanced through the withered wheat field.

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The giant nozzle was aimed at the ground.

Black, poisonous liquid rained down.

"Sizzle."

The moment the venom touched the soil, it made a sound similar to boiling oil being poured onto raw meat.

A yellow, poisonous fog rose into the air and quickly engulfed the entire wheat field.

This scene doesn't look like fertilization; it looks more like a chemical cleaning.

Susan, standing on the edge of the field, gripped the trigger of the flamethrower tightly in her hand.

Although she had witnessed many strange things, the scene before her was still challenging her rational bottom line as a mortal.

So he asked nervously, "Sir, are you sure this is okay? Even if the plants in the ground are made of steel, it will melt if you pour it on."

Lowe simply made a "shush" gesture.

He crouched down and observed a "Grey Mule-1" plant at his feet.

The wheat seedling was originally withered and droopy, its leaves hanging limply on the ground, looking like it was about to starve to death.

however.

When the first drop of black venom landed on its leaves.

An anomaly has occurred.

There was no sign of it withering.

The drop of strong acid, powerful enough to corrode leather, instantly seeped into the veins of the leaf.

Then the entire plant began to convulse violently.

The underground root system began to wriggle wildly, making a terrifying "creaking" sound.

Luo Wei could clearly feel the ground beneath his feet shaking.

Those are hundreds of millions of roots, frantically whipping, piercing, and swallowing underground.

"Glug glug ...

Strange swallowing sounds came from all directions, converging into a terrifying sonic boom.

The hair is creepy.

The withered yellow leaves quickly turned into a deep, glossy dark green.

The originally slender stems quickly swelled and thickened.

The spots with a metallic sheen also appear on the surface; these are protective layers formed on the cell walls after the cells absorb heavy metals from the waste liquid.

Startled, Susan took a half step back and said, "Sir, I heard it—they are swallowing."

"

"Eat up." Luo Wei wasn't nervous at all. He stood up and patted the dust off his trousers.

His tone was both cold and full of love.

"The more you eat, the faster you grow."

"In this world, whether it's humans or plants, only the most greedy and undemanding creatures have the right to survive."

Then, Lowe's gaze fixed on a corner of the wheat field.

There was a small patch of wheat there, growing in a way that was completely different from the rest of the area.

After absorbing waste liquid containing trace amounts of ferrous oxide, the edges of their leaves glowed with an eerie red light.

The surrounding air was distorted due to the high temperature.

Even from several meters away, Luo Wei could feel the heat wave hitting him.

He took a few steps closer, took off his gloves, and cautiously approached.

Those ears of wheat didn't look like they were bearing grain.

Instead, it's like nurturing miniature incendiary bombs.

"Case, make a note of this," Lowe whispered. "Grey Mule-1 has developed a subspecies mutation. This variant exhibits an extremely high affinity for hydrocarbons and also possesses thermal energy conversion properties."

"It is recommended that this part of the straw be sorted separately and compressed under high pressure after harvesting."

"They can be used as low-quality, free high-energy fuel rods to supply boiler rooms."

"Note: This not only solved the food problem, but also incidentally addressed part of the fuel shortage."

Father Alpha approached upon hearing the sound, his mechanical eyes flashing red, clearly showing his strong desire to study this mutation.

"Praise be to the God of All Machines, this is a miracle of bioalchemy. Advisor, is this mutation controllable?"

"As long as profits are controllable, mutations are controllable."

Luo Wei answered calmly.

The spraying operation lasted for almost half a day.

Until the dim, yellowish sun, refracted by the acid mist, began to gradually sink.

Just a few hours later, this wasteland, which had previously suffered from malnutrition due to its "too dry" soil, turned black and shiny again.

This time, however, the land is teeming with deadly vitality.

The black wheat waves rolled in the wind.

However, this wave was not driven by the wind.

It was the plants themselves that were stretching out their limbs.

It is digesting nutrients that are highly toxic.

It is gathering strength for the next round of growth.

8 PM.

Lowe returned to his office in the administration building.

The roaring sound outside the window continued.

This is the heartbeat of the entire grain depot operating at full capacity.

He opened the private ledger that only he could see.

The number in the account balance column jumped slightly.

This adds a considerable "waste disposal fee".

Meanwhile, according to the real-time simulations of the Case server, after using this batch of "premium fertilizer," Gray Mule-1—

The projected output will double from the original level.

This means that he can easily meet the tithe target set by Governor Alicia.

They can also keep a large sum of money as a secret stash, which can be used to exchange for more weapons and chips on the black market, and can also be exchanged for a trump card to save their lives.

Luo Wei picked up his pen and wrote down today's summary in his black diary.

[Date: Imperial Calendar 999.M41...]

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[Event: A waste disposal agreement was reached with a western grain depot.]

Profit and Loss Analysis:

[Revenue: 35 credits per ton processing fee + 100% increase in grain production + fuel rod by-products.]

[Expenses: 0. (Transportation costs are borne by the other party; labor costs are offset by green soup, biscuits, and canned Ant Cow food, and are negligible.)]

[Conclusion: The Western Breadbasket thought they had gotten rid of the garbage, but I got the gold.]

The logic of this world is absurd: if you are greedy and rational enough, even deadly poison can be turned into cream and honey.

After writing the last period, Luo Wei closed the diary and locked it in a drawer with a genetically modified lock.

He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the land shrouded in darkness.

There, hundreds of millions of monsters are growing wildly in the ground, producing life-saving food for humanity.

This is ironic.

But it was very effective.

Suddenly, Luo Wei's brows furrowed slightly.

He discovered some strange phenomena.

That heavily polluted wasteland area was purified too quickly by "Grey Mule-1".

The greedy root system not only absorbs the toxins in the soil, but also absorbs the acidic mist in the air through the stomata on its leaves.

This resulted in fresher air above the planting area.

The smells of sulfur and rotting corpses disappeared, and even the ubiquitous industrial dust vanished.

The eerie cleanliness stood out starkly against the filthy, smoky, and oily world of Warhammer.

Lo Wei instinctively reached into his pocket.

Through the thick uniform fabric, he rubbed the fragment of the Grudge amulet, which was sandwiched between two layers of lead plates.

At this moment, the sensation coming from my fingers felt very strange.

It is not a fever caused by encountering the forces of plague.

Rather, it was a persistent, slight tremor.

This situation indicates that————

This evil object from the followers of Nurgle is loathing that land.

"It's too clean—"

Luo Wei pondered for a moment.

He withdrew his gaze and re-examined the area that had been thoroughly purified by "Grey Mule-1".

For that loving father, life is about cycles, about rebirth after decay.

It lies in that pot of soup that is always boiling, murky, and teeming with countless microorganisms.

The "cleanliness" before our eyes, forcibly plundered by the Tyren genes, the desolation where even bacteria have been devoured, is an unnatural "purity".

This purity, in the perspective of the subspace, is more conspicuous and flamboyant than mere corruption.

Lowe knew exactly what he was doing.

Using alien genes, Nurgle plague, and imperial hormones, wheat was modified and ripened, and then irrigated with highly toxic waste.

In the Empire's Holy Code, each of these insane practices was enough to get him riddled with bullets by a slingshot.

This is blasphemy.

But he must ensure that this blasphemy is "controllable," a precisely calculated "trace amount of toxin."

It's like injecting a patient with snake venom antivenom; too little won't save their life, while too much will kill them outright.

He must strictly control this heretical behavior within a delicate threshold:

They had to exploit Tyron's greed to extract more production, keep their jobs, and meet the tithe targets.

We must be cautious and careful not to let this "cleanliness" spread too much, lest it attract the attention of some evil beings deep in the warp, and also avoid attracting the stubborn cleanup teams of the Mechanicus and the Inquisition.

He dances a dance called survival in the gap between Imperial Truth and the Warp Gods.

As long as he doesn't initiate rituals or conduct large-scale sacrifices, and merely cultivates a small amount of "appetizing" crops—

From a macro perspective, this level of disturbance to the laws of nature is still within the world's tolerance range.

"It seems that after this batch of wheat is harvested, we need to quickly dump some garbage in the field to pollute the environment again."

Luo Wei silently noted down a new task in his mind.

Once this batch of wheat is harvested, he'll have to clean this place up again, make it stink.

Make this place look like the rest of Plenty II, full of despair, filth, and mediocrity.

Only by blending into the surrounding mud can one avoid being spotted by predators high above.

"Sometimes cleanliness in this damn universe" is itself the most deadly curse.