Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

It will make you feel no pain, giving you a blissful illusion of decay.

For Andy, it wasn't just a matter of disgust.

The more than 500 people in the shelter now are the labor force he has painstakingly raised and are the cornerstone of his shipbuilding plan.

Now Nurgle wants to turn them into rotten flesh?

What kind of interstellar joke is this!

"Have those dozen or so people been brought under control?" Andy asked.

"It's under control... but the guards dare not approach, for fear of infection."

"Get them out of here."

Andy's voice was cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Get outside and find a hole."

"Storm squad stays here to guard the base, the entire escort team assembles with me."

Andy grabbed an extra-large, specially made high-explosive crossbow and slung it over his back.

"Let's get our new gear and go do a big clean-up."

……

……

At the edge of the acid swamp, in a deathly still, grayish-yellow mist.

In the newly dug pit, more than a dozen infected people who used to be shelter workers were kneeling.

They look so different now that it's hard to call them "human".

Their skin was covered with purulent ulcers, and some people's bellies were swollen like balloons, with something seemingly wriggling inside.

But they all wore that strange, idiotic smile.

"Praise be to my loving father... I'm not in pain anymore..."

"Everyone, come and have some soup...it's the taste of life..."

At the edge of the pit, thirty guards wearing T-450 exoskeletons and gas masks lined up in a row.

Their CBS high-explosive crossbows were already cocked, and sharp bolts were pointed at the people in the pit.

The arrowhead is specially made, filled with the three-component explosive that Andy just developed, and the trigger fuse is extremely sensitive.

"Sage...do you really intend to kill me?"

Gamma-9 stood to the side and asked.

Although he was terrified of these heretics, it was, after all, a dozen lives at stake, and they were all acquaintances he had worked with just yesterday.

"They are dead."

Andy stood at the front of the line, his tone calm.

"What currently occupies their bodies is merely a projection of the subspace."

"If it's not cleaned up, the entire shelter will become a cesspool full of rotting flesh."

"Fire."

Andy gave the order.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several muffled thuds of bowstring vibration.

The crossbow bolts left black afterimages in the air.

"Pfft."

The crossbow bolt pierced the infected person's body with pinpoint accuracy.

The high-strength carbon fiber arrow shafts carried enormous kinetic energy, even pinning some people directly to the ground.

Those infected had no time to react.

The fuse is activated.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions echoed from the bottom of the pit.

High-explosive arrows, more than enough to hit equipment, are now hitting living people.

Those bodies that possessed super regenerative abilities due to the blessing of filth appeared extremely fragile in the face of the shockwave from the internal explosion.

There is no suspense.

When blasted into pieces of flesh and blood mist less than one millimeter in diameter, the biological structure ceases to exist.

The bottom of the pit instantly turned into a red mist.

The original dozen or so people have now been transformed into a layer of organic fertilizer evenly applied to the pit walls.

"It's done."

Andy stared at the cloud of blood mist, his heart unmoved.

The most disgusting thing about the Nurgle cultists is that they are indestructible. Ordinary bullets are like tickling them, and their flesh can grow back even after it rots.

But the CBS high-explosive crossbow from the golden age is effective against all sorts of fancy tricks.

I'll blow you to bits, then let's see how you grow back!

After cleaning up the mess, Andy didn't rush to lead the team back.

He turned his gaze to the Birdbeak Doctor base in the distance, shrouded in green mist.

The acid lake is the source.

This kind of thing will keep happening unless that cesspool is filled in.

"Everyone has it."

Andy turned around and looked at the team behind him that had just seen bloodshed.

"Since we're out here, let's clean up all the trash while we're at it."

"We're heading to the acid swamp base."

"Apart from the building structure, everything that moved was blown up."

The team began to advance.

With the aid of exoskeletons, these soldiers can move swiftly through muddy swamps.

They split up and used the terrain for cover, silently approaching the terrifying base that was filled with laughter and merriment.

At the main gate, dozens of completely mutated bird-beaked doctors and refugees were dancing around the large cauldrons.

They had no idea that death was approaching.

"Free fire!"

Andy gave the order over the communications channel.

"Boom-"

Another salvo.

Dozens of bursts of blood suddenly exploded in the crowd in the distance.

The dancing believers had no idea what was happening when the people around them suddenly turned into a bursting mass of minced meat.

The attack, which occurred suddenly without visible bullet trajectories or audible gunfire, plunged them into extreme panic.

But panicking won't help.

Before they could react, a second and third volley of crossbow bolts followed.

Each explosion takes away several lives.

The surgeon who once guided Andy has now become a giant ball of flesh, trying to climb into that black tower.

Andy raised the large crossbow in his hand and aimed it at his swollen back.

"Take care."

Pull the trigger.

The thick crossbow bolt pierced straight through the fleshy mass.

"boom--!!!"

The violent explosion blasted the fleshy ball into countless flying fragments.

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……

Ten minutes later.

The entire base fell silent.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of red mud.

Andy led his men into the base.

In the corner, he also found several shivering refugees.

They too had green spots growing on their bodies, and were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

"Don't kill us...we only had some soup..."

"We can still work..."

Andy stopped and looked at the group.

The scan results showed that their internal organs had begun to fibrose.

Hopeless.

In the Warhammer universe, any mercy shown to the corruption of Chaos is cruelty to oneself.

Keeping them around is like keeping a walking scourge.

Andy slowly backed away.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers behind him immediately raised their crossbows.

"Send them on their way."

"Boom."

After a few muffled thuds, the world became completely quiet.

Andy stood amidst the bloodstains, looking at the base that had been completely cleaned up.

Although this place looks disgusting now, it is undeniable that once the corruption of the warp is resolved, it will indeed be a treasure trove.

A natural acid moat, readily available chemical equipment, and a secret underwater passage leading to the upper nest.

Now that Dr. Birdbeak is gone, is there still some potential for development here?

Why are there firing records in Chapter 48?! (Please continue reading!)

Sisyphus is back.

He hadn't changed out of his white coat yet, which was covered in black oil stains and dust, making him look a bit disheveled, but he was in a very high spirits.

The old man was followed by two Storm Squad soldiers, each carrying two heavy boxes.

"Andy! Good news!"

Sisyphus placed the tactical backpack on the table in the workshop.

"That old bastard Father Zor may say it's unrelated, but his actions tell a different story."

He opened his backpack and pulled out a data board as thick as a brick.

"This is a static diagram of the underground pipe network in the Ninth District restricted area. Although it is an old diagram from fifty years ago, the terrain structure should not have changed much."