blogombal Chapter 12 Colluding with Heretics
Chapter 12 Colluding with Heretics
Luo Wei quickly grabbed the communicator from the table.
"Father Alpha, immediately shut off the valve on Irrigation Canal No. 3! Quickly!"
Alpha's puzzled voice came through the communicator: "If we cut it off now, that wheat field will wither."
"Execute the order!" Rowe roared, "If you don't want your machine spirit to drink poison!"
Just then, a muffled explosion came from the east.
Immediately afterwards, a piercing alarm ripped through the night sky.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Luo Wei felt a chill run down his spine.
"Buck, take your men and head to the East Side. Remember, leave no survivors."
"clear."
Buck grinned maliciously, turned around, and rushed out.
Lo Wei did not follow.
He is very clear about his position.
He wasn't a soldier; he was the one manipulating the chessboard from behind the scenes.
He turned and walked to the control panel, his fingers flying across the keyboard to bring up the surveillance footage from the East District.
The image is blurry and full of noise.
However, it was still noticeable that the intruders did not wreak havoc like ordinary thugs.
They gathered at the entrance of the irrigation canal, where several people were pouring black cans into the water.
That was no ordinary poison.
Even through the screen, Luo Wei could almost feel the eerie aura emanating from the black liquid.
That is blasphemy.
The gift of filth?
Or is it some kind of genetic virus?
Lo Wei had no idea.
All he knew was that once these things flowed into the wheat fields, the food supply for these 50,000 people would be completely lost.
This land might even become a wasteland.
"Case...you're a madman."
Luo Wei gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
Since you want to play big, then I'll play along to the end.
He pulled a black ring from his pocket, a token given to him by Governor Alicia.
He inserted it into a hidden slot on the console.
"Authorization confirmed. Special Advisor Lowe."
A cold, mechanical voice rang out.
"Activate the 'Purification Protocol'," Luo Wei ordered.
"Warning: This agreement will lead to the destruction of all life in the Eastern District. Confirm?"
"confirm."
As Lo Wei pressed the red confirmation button.
In the surveillance footage, the No. 2 harvester parked in the East District warehouse, which had just been modified, suddenly turned on a red light.
Its engine roared, and its massive serrated rollers began to spin freely.
Then, like a steel monster awakened, it smashed through the warehouse door and rushed toward the irrigation canal.
……
East District Irrigation Canal.
The group of men in black robes were busy pouring the last can of black liquid into the water.
"Hurry up, this is some good stuff we got from the followers of 'The Merciful Father'."
The leader, a man in black robes, urged in a low voice, "Just one drop, and this wheat field will turn into a rotting garden."
Suddenly, the ground began to shake.
A chilling roar came from the darkness.
What was that sound?
The people in black robes stopped what they were doing and looked in horror toward the source of the sound.
Two blinding beams of light instantly enveloped them.
Then, they saw a moving steel mountain.
The modified harvester had no driver.
It was remotely controlled, or more precisely, driven by dead commands entered by Rowe.
Without any hesitation, it rushed straight into the crowd.
The sharp, serrated rollers, like a meat grinder, instantly engulfed several men in black robes.
Blood, bits of flesh, and fragments of a black robe splattered everywhere.
Before the screams could even escape, they were swallowed up by the roar.
The remaining men in black robes were terrified.
They tried to fire with their automatic guns, but the bullets only sparked a few tiny bursts when they hit the thick armor plates.
The harvester did not stop.
It swept through the crowd and rushed straight towards the entrance of the irrigation canal.
Then, it did something that no one expected.
It activated the top nozzle.
What is being sprayed out is not a dehydrating agent, but high-purity chromium fuel.
"boom!"
Flames instantly erupted.
The harvester turned itself into a burning bomb.
Along with the black-robed figures and the black liquid that had just been poured into the water, they were all engulfed in the sea of fire.
The high temperature instantly evaporated the moisture and burned away the strange black substance.
Lowe stood in front of the console, staring at the screen filled with a sea of white noise.
That was the last footage from the camera before it was melted by the high temperature.
"Sacrifice one machine to ensure the safety of the entire grain depot."
"Love said in a low voice, tapping his fingers lightly on the table," he said.
"This is a good deal."
……
The next morning.
The fire in the East District has been extinguished.
The smell of charred corpses filled the air.
Luo Wei stood in front of the ruins, looking at the harvester that had been burned to scrap metal.
Buck stood behind him, his face somewhat pale.
"Twenty-three people in total," Buck reported. "They were all burned to ashes. We found some strange things at the scene."
He handed Lowe a charred piece of metal.
It was a fragment of a talisman.
It's deformed, but the twisted runes on it are still recognizable.
Luo Wei took the fragment, glanced at it, and felt a sharp pain in his fingertips.
The aura of the subspace!
He quickly threw the fragments into the isolation bag next to him.
"Keep the news under wraps," Rowe ordered. "Make it known to the public that it was an accident, a fire caused by machine malfunction."
"Where are these people?"
"They were grain thieves who were burned to death in the fire."
Lowe turned around and looked toward the direction of Chief Case's office in the distance.
The curtains were tightly closed.
"Case has crossed the line." Rowe's voice carried a chilling resolve. "He not only wants to kill me, but he also wants to drag this planet into the abyss."
Colluding with heretics.
This is an unforgivable crime punishable by death.
Whether in the imperial laws or in Loewy's survival rules.
"Buck."
"exist."
"Form up the ranks." Luo Wei straightened his hair, which had been ruffled by the morning breeze. "Take your men, and 50,000 'farm workers'."
"Where are we going?"
"Go to the Executive Yuan."
Rowe took a step, his leather boots clicking on the scorched earth.
"Go and give Manager Case a 'big gift'."
At that moment, the first ray of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds of the nest and shone on Luo Wei.
The light was not warm.
Instead, it carried a chilling aura.
The morning mist hung over the Seventh Grain Depot.
This is not a poetic pastoral morning mist.
Rather, it's the foul gas unique to the bottom of the Nest City—
A mixture of industrial waste gas, the odor from processing corpses and starch, and moisture backflowing from sewers.
Against this hazy gray backdrop, a silent procession is marching.
There were no slogans, no noise, and even the sound of footsteps was deliberately kept low.
Fifty thousand "farmers" dressed in coarse gray cloth followed behind Luo Wei in a square formation that looked as if it had been measured with a ruler.
They were carrying freshly sharpened sickles, hoes, and wrenches.