Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

Humans infected with the plague are often tormented for six days before losing their sense of pain and becoming like zombies.

But not everyone can endure such torment. Some weak-willed individuals will willingly abandon their devout faith in the Emperor, sell their souls, and join Nurgle in order to alleviate their physical pain.

Because the infection period was not long, the plague bacteria had not yet had time to turn their brains into mush, so these traitors, known as the infected, were still able to think and speak normally.

Compared to ordinary people, their mental state is obviously abnormal. Their decaying and rotting bodies are regarded as a gift from Nurgle. Plague zombies that only act on instinct have become their closest companions. The flies that fly around them for food are seen as a group of cute little green sprites in the eyes of the infected.

This is the price of pledging allegiance to an evil god. All the unclean things they see are replaced by warp magic as beautiful existences. The infected are immersed in the beautiful fantasies woven by the other party, completely unaware that they have become rotten puppets who can only complete tasks according to the other party's orders.

"Festering wounds give new life; pain is joy, for my loving Father!"

The infected shouted with a phlegm-like sound in their throats, and bullets marked with the Nurgle symbol flew wildly across the battlefield. Perhaps because their bloated bodies were not well-suited to using firearms, Xiao Yi's side did not have a single wounded person after fighting for a long time.

After the first wave of bullets was fired, the enemy's firepower weakened slightly, and Xiao Yi, who had been preparing for a long time, seized the opportunity and rushed out.

The Plague Walkers are slow-moving and weak, so they don't need much attention until they swell to a certain number. The most important task now is to deal with the Nurgle cultists in front of us who can use firearms; they are the biggest threat.

Faced with this reckless human who dared to launch a solo charge, the infected did not tolerate it and immediately turned all their guns around, aiming them at Xiao Yi.

They seemed to have forgotten that there was more than one human here. Aria summoned nine blue lightning bolts, which struck the infected at the front, temporarily rendering them unconscious.

These big, dumbfounded guys, standing there blankly, became the primary targets of the other soldiers' fire. After a barrage of lasers, they were all riddled with holes.

With his agile movements and the help of his teammates, Xiao Yi successfully charged into the ranks of the infected.

Faced with this group of cannon fodder who had received the most basic blessing from Nurgle, he began a crushing slaughter. Blood mixed with other liquids of various colors flew everywhere on the battlefield. In just over ten seconds, eight infected were decapitated by the power sword.

These infected who lost their lives did not collapse immediately. Instead, driven by the pathogens and subspace energy within their bodies, they began to attack instinctively, like plague zombies.

"At this speed, you can't even stop a child, and you think you can stop me? Dream on!" Xiao Yi ignored the slow-moving corpses. His goal was always clear: to kill the enemy leader, the large infected who seemed to be performing some kind of ritual.

"Stop him! Stop him! You bunch of useless trash!" No matter how the infected leader shouted, he could not stop Xiao Yi's advance. In the end, he had no choice but to stop the ritual of summoning the zombie horde, put his festering hand into his mouth, and pulled out a rusty iron sword.

The moment the sword was drawn, a green sword light that instilled fear in the infected appeared before him.

With a dull thud, the power sword struck the rusty sword.

The power sword, capable of easily slicing through tank armor, was blocked by the rusty sword in the hands of the infected leader, which looked as if it would break in two with the slightest force. The tearing force released by the blade emitted an even more intense buzzing sound, as if it was wrestling with something.

"It was blocked?"

The two were only a few steps apart, and Xiao Yi could easily see the three rings arranged in a triangle on the rusted sword. Each ring also had an arrow-like decoration, which was the mark of the benevolent father, Nagu.

There is only one explanation for why a rusty sword that nobody would want, even if sold as junk, could block the tearing force of a power sword: this sword was blessed by Nurgle.

The infected leader, having successfully blocked the fatal blow, looked at Xiao Yi with a maniacal grin: "The false emperor's lies have deceived everyone. Stop being so deluded! Accept the blessing and join the embrace of the great and benevolent father!"

Discussing who is right and who is wrong with someone whose values ​​are so distorted is a complete waste of time.

So, after confirming that the first move had not achieved the desired effect and beheading the opponent, Xiao Yi raised his foot and kicked the enemy in the chest, widening the distance between them.

Redmond, who had been waiting for an opportunity, fired several lasers at the infected leader, but unfortunately, the thick shell formed by the dried filth and pus on the leader's body did not cause any effective damage.

"It's no use. Everything you've done is in vain. My Father has given me this powerful body, and no attack can completely destroy it."

"Has he become so delirious?" Along with Xiao Yi's sarcastic remark came a fireball twice the size of the infected leader, proving that fire was indeed effective at killing germs.

Although the infected leader's thinking was somewhat distorted due to the influence of the Nurgle Plague, he still possessed the most basic judgment of the situation. If he were to directly confront this fireball, he would likely be injured, thus putting him at a disadvantage in the ensuing battle.

However, avoiding it is almost impossible, as the fireball has a large attack range and is close enough.

Therefore, the infected leader had no choice but to urgently swing his enchanted blade. As if receiving some kind of command, the flies around him began to gather, and in the blink of an eye, a green shield appeared between the fireball and the infected leader.

This move perfectly fits Xiao Yi's stereotype of the Nurgle followers.

With a deafening boom, the fireball crashed into the shield and exploded. The flying sparks ignited everything in its path, including the robes of many unfortunate infected, turning them into fireballs themselves.

Just as the infected leader breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to continue praising the greatness of the benevolent father, Xiao Yi in front of him disappeared.

"Behind you." Xiao Yi grabbed the mini laser gun hanging from his waist, aimed it at the infected leader's arm holding the enchanted blade, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A thick beam of energy shot out instantly, tearing through the infected leader's defenses and severing his arm. The only enchanted blade that could rival the power sword also fell to the ground along with the severed arm.

"My sword!" the infected leader cried, wanting to reclaim the proof of his father's approval, but Xiao Yi had no intention of giving him that chance.

A flash of sword light, and the head of the infected leader flew straight up.