Chapter 292

The disturbing phenomenon expanded little by little. First, the fungus grew up to the size of a car.

Then, large pieces of steel bars and iron plates coated with anti-rust layer withered rapidly, and rust floated in the air. Even the state church could not avoid such an impact.

In the wild, trees grew in areas that were identified as no-man's land and high-energy radiation zones.

Although various vegetation flourished, even the flies became as fat as thumbs.

But the air was so dry that many people had chapped lips and nosebleeds from time to time. If someone did statistics at this time, he would find that there would always be 30% of people who had no problems.

The next day, the bark of the trees that were pulled up from the ground overnight grew various fungi, and they spit spores, just like trees shaking off dust on their bodies.

They gathered in the air and became a huge spore mass that was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, slowly floating towards the nest.

The crisis alarm sounded, work stopped, and everyone found a safe and closed place to tremble and ask for the Emperor's protection.

On the third day, the spores came and went quickly. Seeing the little change in the hive, everyone felt that they had no problems except for a little dry mouth.

On the fourth day, 70% of the population of the entire hive contracted 7 different diseases at the same time, which made the already collapsed medical system even worse.

The medicines in the military hospital had not been used yet, but they had already begun to rot. The yellow-green foul-smelling juice penetrated these sealed instruments.

The remaining doctors tried their best to find the problem, but they could only find that these patients with high fever were tortured by the disease and their bodies were ulcerated. There was no good skin, and the flesh was necrotic and black, but these people were still alive.

The streets and alleys were crowded with various infected people, and the only healthy people locked themselves in the house and did not communicate with the outside world.

Some people chose to commit suicide in despair. They could not bear such pain and were frightened by the ulceration of their bodies.

But whether they jumped from a tall building or chopped off their heads with a knife, these people could still survive. And reborn into flesh again, becoming an infected person suffering from disease.

They were at a loss, praying to the Emperor but there was no response. They could only lie on the ground and watch the solid concrete wall become riddled with holes, and sick fungi and vines grew out.

The drinking water was not exhausted, but those sticky things like phlegm made it difficult for you to raise the desire to drink.

The fifth day, despair, deep despair, endless despair.

Some people tried to die again and again without knowing their own limits, and more people just regarded this as a fun way to kill time.

Anyway, they are not hungry now, and their brains soaked in thick soup cannot support them to do such complex thinking.

On the sixth day, there was precipitation on this dry planet, and it was different from the phlegm-like thing sprayed from the faucet.

It was rain that could flow lightly!

The collapsed crowd tortured by high fever and illness crawled to the street, lying on their backs, one on top of another, one group on top of another.

They swallowed the rain from the sky to cure their thirst.

The rain lasted for seven hours, seven minutes and seven seconds before it stopped, and when the last drop of rain was swallowed, it was the end of the day.

The seventh day finally arrived, and the piles of garbage began to wriggle, growing a big smiling face and singing to the numb crowd.

These songs made by the friction of garbage and the collision of liquids were unpleasant and unclear.

In the dense and smelly swamp forest, countless green little lives emerged from the stinking mud. They shook their heads and tails and jumped.

They played with their intestines like skipping ropes. Swarms of flies and bees hovered in the sky, and some bloated monsters holding books were checking every mortal who fell to the ground.

While checking and recording their physical diseases, they would also search for those poor people who were not infected.

They were sent to the square and blessed by them personally.

Every child deserves the reward of the loving father, not one less.

In a united and friendly family, no family member is missing.

In the darkness of the lower district, Marian had become a weak patient with pus-filled sores. He silently looked at Shasi who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Watching the holy light on her body getting brighter day by day, her face was holy and inviolable, but also with obvious cunning and charm.

Marian knelt down, and the residents of the lower district who were suffering from diseases also knelt down one by one. They were not dead, but they were not alive.

But they were far happier than the residents above, just because their prayers were answered by the emperor, and a saint who saved them was slowly being born.

Shasi woke up, she opened her eyes and saw Marian guarding the bed. She held Marian's swollen and pus-filled head and gently kissed him.

A miracle was born!

The disease on Marian's body faded, his sores recovered little by little, and his cysts subsided quickly.

Everyone saw the miracle, they shouted the holy name of Shasi, their hearts full of hope and piety.

"Let's go and save more people."

Sauce spoke softly, and a magnificent holy light burst out from her body. But if someone is willing to observe carefully, he can find that this seemingly holy golden light is mixed with a touch of pink and purple halo.

But for these patients with brains burnt, they really can't care about too many details.

Saint Shas was born. She will heal this planet and bring all the people back to the Emperor's blessing.

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First, the people in the lower area returned to normal. A huge chanting team followed Shas. The huge fungi and spores that blocked their way disappeared in front of the golden light.

The road to the middle hive city was opened. Under this heavy and oppressive sky, Shas's light was so dazzling that countless people saw Shas.

They manipulated their bodies that were numb with severe pain, knelt down to Shas, and praised and prayed devoutly.

The team became larger and larger, and the golden light on Shas became more and more intense. Even the overlapping hive structures could not cover her light.

The children of Nurgle found this troublemaker. They took out their weapons angrily and vowed to teach a lesson to the uninvited guest who destroyed their family's friendly and united atmosphere.

Just as Nurgle's army ran over like crazy, a large number of Krieg soldiers rushed out from every corner and secret passage.

They carried the double-headed eagle statue on their bodies, and in their hands were hell guns that could melt demons, and they were led by a brave warrior.

The warriors didn't even have gas masks, but they could walk through the sea of ​​demons and kill as if they were in an unmanned area.

The overconfident demons also tried to taint the warriors with their dirty gastric juices and excrement, but it was useless.

They watched their bodies being pierced, and the heavy fat could not stop any attack at all.

The evil demons were terrified, they felt scared, and everyone could see the suppression of the weird saints and warriors on them.

More and more zombies who joined Nurgle turned into humans, and the holy light on Shasi's body had changed from a dazzling light to a light that could burn their flesh.

The resurrection failed, and more and more flames and focuses were born on the demons, burning them into ashes.

The seven-day corruption pollution subsided, and Saint Shasi stood in front of the stairs of the gate of the state church and announced to everyone that she would protect their souls!

"Saint Shasi!"

The people all knelt on the ground, blessing and praying to Shasi, and thanking the Emperor for sending such a saint to save the Memeril Hive again.

The days seemed to have changed again, and everyone's life was on the track of rebuilding their homes.

Food was even more scarce, and everyone noticed that the food that could be stored for a long time was eaten by flies and various insects, and there was nothing left in the warehouse.

In order to stabilize the people who were about to fall into food panic, Saint Shasi used the radio and radio system to give a speech to everyone.

"There will be bread, there will be clean water, everyone believe me!"

Everyone chose to believe Sister Shasi, and they endured hunger for another three days.

Hope really came, Krieg soldiers and the new church established around Saint Shasi were distributing a large amount of food to the people.

The intensity of this food distribution can be said to be unprecedented.

Many people had eaten a full meal for the first time in their lives, and they thanked Shasi with tears in their eyes for giving them precious food.

As for where these things came from? They didn't care about these, maybe it was the Emperor's response to Saint Shasi.

In the secret room and bunker under the church, only a few people knew what a dangerous and great thing they had done.

The absolutely loyal Krieg people only thought that this was the advance preparation of the great sage Lin Fan to predict the invasion of the evil demons of Nurgle. They were more fanatical under the leadership of Lin Fan.

And they often gathered together to tend some flowers and plants, or use shovels to dip mud and throw it on the ground.

See who can make a double-headed eagle.

As an old inquisitor, Omar's sensitivity to heresy can be said to be full, so he is also like Colonel Erica, an insider who knows what Lin Fan is going to do.

When he learned that the power of Nurgle was expelled and Slaanesh sent a lot of food. He was so surprised that his jaw was dislocated, and then he lay in a small room alone for three or four days before he recovered.

As for the imprisoned political commissars?

They just thought that the Krieg people disliked them for being in front of the Nurgle demons, and asked them to recognize the situation and prepare to preserve their strength.

But there are still many political commissars who feel regretful that they did not catch up with the war to expel Nurgle.

"So, Inquisitor Omar, you have to believe me, anyone can rebel, but I definitely can't."

Inquisitor Omar has already given up, he looked at Lin Fan unhappily, ". Maybe those guys who rebelled at the beginning all had the same idea as you."

"Hey, if it was me who did Horus at the beginning, I would never rebel, I tell you."

"Ah, yes, yes, that's right, my saint."

But considering that the Necrons are just a group of soulless machines, all they can do is dig their own graves, find something useful, and repair the ones that are not badly damaged.