In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 169: The Plague Factory

Halsia Hospital, where Zeke was located, quickly became bustling. Wounded patients were carried in and carried out, and all the medical staff quickly threw themselves into their work.

Guilliman processed the various frontline reports being sent in while simultaneously observing the situation on the battlefield.

Iax's sky, once famous for its crystalline clarity, was turning yellow. At the same time, the hive city's water sources were experiencing varying degrees of algal blooms and emitting foul odors.

"This is Warp corruption. For it to happen this rapidly is truly rare," Guilliman analyzed. "The Warp generally cannot directly corrupt the Materium; it must do so through some kind of ritual formation or nexus. If we can destroy the nexus, we can thwart Nurgle's plan in one fell swoop."

Zeke nodded repeatedly as he listened to Guilliman's explanation. He himself had experience in this regard.

On Cadia, the source of the pollution was the Eye of Terror in the sky.

And here on Iax, Mortarion had certainly deployed a similar nexus.

Guilliman watched the pattern of the plague's spread.

"Mortarion follows a strategy designed to satisfy Nurgle's ambitions. Once someone looks at it from his perspective and thinks like him, his tricks can be easily seen through."

Guilliman spread out a tactical map for Zeke and pointed to the ground directly beneath where the seven Plague Arks had appeared. "There is a ninety percent probability that the nexus is located there."

"It might be a trap within a trap," Zeke said. Plans that could be so obviously seen through were often misleading.

"Without a doubt," Guilliman said. "This is perhaps exactly what the arrogant Mortarion wants to do. He disdains hiding the nexus; he merely wants to lure us over there."

"I'll go take a look and see if I can find it." Zeke walked out onto the hospital's rooftop.

Since the hospital was situated on the mid-outer section of the hive city, he could directly overlook the main battlefield before him from here. Zeke equipped his Elytra, and with the whoosh of a Firework Rocket in his hand, he sped forward.

Before Guilliman's words telling Zeke to be careful could even leave his mouth, Zeke's silhouette had already faded into a tiny dot on the horizon.

Guilliman could only shout loudly, "Zeke, once you find the target, set up a Nether Portal as quickly as possible! I will lead a squad to reinforce you."

After expending three Firework Rockets, Zeke arrived at the edge of the hive city's entrance.

The autocannon defense systems in this sector were operating at full capacity, aiming at the corrupted Death Guard attempting to breach the hive city.

They were Nurgle's first wave of attacks, composed of those corrupted Death Guard with ten thousand years of experience.

[Death Guard (Harbinger)]

[HP: 150/150, Defense: 30]

A Plague Marine belonging to the First Plague Company, the Harbingers, under the command of Typhus of the Death Guard Legion.

His physique was even more massive than that of an ordinary Space Marine. Swollen flesh squeezed out from the seams of his armor, and in some places, it had even fused with the plating, constantly dripping with pus.

Zeke inadvertently glanced at one unit, and a sense of familiarity bubbled up.

And that Death Guard Harbinger also saw the unit flying through the sky. He stared at Zeke from below for a good while before recognizing this human, pointing at him and roaring in rage.

"It is you, the mortal carrying the beast of filth! The existence that defies the Grandfather's grace!"

This single sentence brought sudden enlightenment to Zeke. So it's you, the guy who chased Cow and me on Cadia.

Back then, Zeke had only just gathered a full set of Iron Armor and had barely managed to escape by relying on the Riptide enchantment.

The tables had turned. Zeke immediately shifted his momentum, carving an arc through the midair, and dove straight toward the Harbinger.

"You escaped last time, but you have absolutely no chance this time!" The Harbinger raised his death scythe, facing Zeke's direction.

The wind generated by the Elytra rushed against the Harbinger's face. Before his scythe could even fall, the tip of Zeke's trident had already pierced through him.

The blessing of life bestowed by Nurgle made the Harbinger incredibly thick-skinned and fleshy in combat. The impact felt extremely solid; every strike would bring out a lot of juices, accompanied by a squelching sound.

However, an attack that instantly wiped out half his health bar still made the Harbinger bow his head in agony.

The autocannons at the hive city entrance seized this opportunity.

Artillery fire tore across the Harbinger's body. The Plague Marine's bloated chassis swallowed four heavy bolter rounds. The shells detonated inside his massive frame, sending spurts of pus erupting from the breaches in his armor.

The Harbinger swayed but did not immediately fall, only completely succumbing when the fifth bolter round hit him.

"The nightmare Cow has every day has finally met its end."

After confirming the Harbinger's death, Zeke performed a mid-air spin, bypassing the attack of another Death Guard, and soared into the sky to continue searching for his target.

As Zeke left the hive city, the hostile Nurgle forces below became increasingly dense.

The most conspicuous was a two-hundred-foot-tall mountain of meat, staggering toward the hive city amidst groans and howls.

This walking mountain of meat was covered in gaping holes. Slippery, cocoon-like cysts frequently dropped from these holes, from which numerous Nurgle Daemons would burst forth.

The Imperium's army lineup was not the least bit weak either, consisting of various Space Marine chapters dispatched from Terra, interspersed with thirty-six Titans from the Legio Astorum.

In Zeke's observing gaze, the Imperium clearly held the advantage. After all, Nurgle's specialty—viral invasion—couldn't gain the slightest foothold on Iax.

Outside the hive city was a plain. It had originally been a fertile marshland, but now it had turned into a bubbling cesspit.

The sky was gradually filling with Nurgle's aerial forces.

A Plaguebearer riding a giant plague fly spotted Zeke. It made excited squelching sounds and urged its winged mount forward, attempting to intercept him.

However, the Elytra, having been modified with Sanguinius's feathers, vastly exceeded ordinary flying units in both maneuverability and speed.

Zeke had no intention of fighting this bunch of underlings. He brushed past the fly and flew deeper into the marshland.

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Lightning flashed opportunely in the furious sky.

There, Zeke hovered in the sky holding a spyglass.

Deep in the marsh, directly beneath the seven Plague Arks, a factory of flesh and blood had risen from the ground.

Sewage floating with iridescent scum discharged from the factory into the marsh, and putrid gases surged from pipes into the sky.

Many Nurgle Daemons went in and out. A line of Plaguebearers passed rotting wood from one decaying hand to another.

They were gathering firewood. Zeke truly couldn't fathom why, as Daemons, they would still need wood to start a fire.

Zeke chose to land while still far away from the plague factory. He took out a Sponge, tore off two small pieces to plug his nose, and cast an Invisibility spell on himself.

"I really sacrifice too much." Having mentally braced himself, Zeke walked into the plague factory feeling like he had nothing left to live for.

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Goal = 500 Powerstones (Not Complete)