I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 204: Plague Gift Chaos

"Lord Morian, it has been confirmed that the Great Sage has left the Underhive, taking away multiple armies and a large number of technicians."

"Now there are only three forces left in the Underhive: the Law Enforcement Team, the Hunting Team, and the Imperial Truth Crusaders."

"The rest are just small fish and shrimps, nothing to worry about."

In the darkest part of the hive, close to the ancient abandoned layer of the earth's core furnace, the acolyte reported respectfully to Carlo Morian, the bishop of the Plague Cult.

Morian laughed, "This is an opportunity created for us by the Lord of Immortality. Now that the arrogant mortal has left, we will have less resistance."

"My lord, the Plague Apostles are ready. They can be deployed at any time."

"No rush, no rush."

"The gift from the Immortal Lord has been delivered to other hives. We will wait until the world is in complete chaos before we decide."

"Yes, my honorable master."

In the deepest part of the dark nest, a fat, huge, green-skinned demon with long horns stood in front of a dirty cauldron, humming an indescribable tune, holding a huge wooden stick, and constantly stirring the contents of the cauldron.

From time to time, he would grab a Nurgle, or grab a handful of rotten tissue from his own body, open his mouth and vomit a large mouthful of excrement, and add it to the pot.

Under the guidance of the Lord of Immortality, the newly born [Great Unclean One] happily cooked the delicious [Plague Fluid].

The yellow-green liquid in the cauldron was as thick as mud, with tentacles, insect eggs and maggots tumbling and bubbling, and green smoke rising and filling the air.

A large group of grotesque and rotten demons, plague apostles with swollen bodies and dark green mucus under their translucent skin, were greedily inhaling the poisonous mist around them.

The plague cultists who still retained their human form and sanity carefully divided the green mucus in the cauldron into glass containers engraved with magic runes, then cut open the carrier's abdominal cavity, placed the containers inside, and used unknown means to restore the carrier's body to its original state.

From the outside, he looks no different from a normal person.

The transporters were dressed in the clothes of scavengers, gang members, businessmen, and even officials. Under some dark spell cast by Bishop Morian himself, their appearance changed and the smell of decay on their bodies was completely hidden.

"Go, children, and bring the Father's gift to all!"

The transporters saluted respectfully to the bishop and left silently under the guidance of the believers. They would reach various places in the Supreme Nest through various secret passages and sneak into the crowd in disguise.

After being transformed by dark magic, these people only have a few months or even weeks left to live, but it is a great honor for them to sacrifice their bodies for the Lord of Eternal Life.

Death is not the end.

Death means that life truly begins!

……

Hive 101, bottom nest.

A team of hunting lords had just finished a hunting activity, and came to the most exciting Howling Bar in the Undernest to relax with their bloody trophies and the smell of blood all over their bodies.

"Old Turkey, give me ten **."

"Ten? It seems that Master Luther is in high spirits today."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm very angry, send it to me quickly!"

"Old rules, ten years' worth."

"Got it."

While waiting for the stock to be prepared, the young master of hunting ate and drank to his heart's content to restore his strength - it's not that there is no good stuff in the bottom nest, it's just that most people can't afford it.

After taking a sip of the blood-red wine, Master Liejue frowned and complained, "Does this [blood wine] have a weird smell today?"

"Hahaha. Doesn't blood wine smell weird every day? This is the smell I want!"

Blood wine is a specialty of the Deep Pit Arena. It is usually made from the blood of former arena champions mixed with fine wine.

Many nest warriors, especially those in the hunting lord circle, believe that this kind of wine mixed with the essence and blood of warriors can enhance their strength.

Just like how men have always believed in all kinds of weird things that can enhance their sexual performance...

After eating and drinking, Master Liejue went into the VIP room of the bar to rest.

In a room filled with all kinds of exotic equipment, ten weak and frail girls huddled in a corner, their hands and feet chained and shackled, their faces filled with fear.

Young Master Liejue looked at the fair and tender little girls and smiled ferociously.

"My dears, I will play with you tonight."

"Uh - damn, why does my stomach suddenly feel uncomfortable?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Before Young Master Liejue could carry out his evil act, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and then began to cough violently uncontrollably.

He had a painful and hideous expression on his face, his eyes were wide open, as if he was about to cough out all his internal organs.

"vomit!"

Young Master Liejue opened his mouth and spewed out indescribable things, including his dinner. He vomited continuously, and later even vomited out a large pool of black blood mixed with internal organ fragments.

His skin quickly turned blue-black, with patches of rotten scars appearing on it like a corpse. Blood was flowing from all his orifices, and a foul odor emanated from his body.

By the time he stopped vomiting, this distinguished young master of hunting had transformed into a horrific-looking zombie.

The girls screamed.

There were also bursts of commotion in the bar outside, with screaming and gunshots one after another.

The zombie looked at the screaming girls with dull eyes, staggered to its feet, and walked towards them with strange cries.

As he walked, foul-smelling black blood continued to drip from his body.

A brave girl, for some reason, felt a surge of strength in her body. She gritted her teeth, rushed forward, picked up the pistol dropped by the young master of hunting, raised her hands and subconsciously pulled the trigger at the monster.

boom!

The shot hit the zombie's head right on top, and its brain exploded along with black blood. The corpse with half of its head missing fell to the ground.

A bunch of keys fell from the body and slid in front of the girl.

When the girl came to her senses, the zombie had already been killed by her. She was confused and had no idea what she had just done.

"Lilith, you are amazing!"

"Let's run away!"

Another girl said, picking up the key to help everyone open the handcuffs and leg cuffs.

Lilith was holding a pistol, and the other girls were holding any knives they had looted from the room that could be used for self-defense, and they moved timidly and tentatively out of the room.

When they stuck their heads out to look, they found that the bar outside had turned into hell. There were violent zombies everywhere chasing and biting living people, and countless mutilated corpses were lying in pools of blood.

"Don't be afraid, we can definitely escape!"

Lilith didn't know where she got the courage from, but she blurted out encouragement to everyone and took the lead in running outside.

Not long after they ran, the girls met a group of poor older sisters who were also caught by the bar. The older sisters were holding weapons picked up from the corpses, and out of some sense of justice, they asked the girls to run away with them.

On the way to escape, they soon discovered that not only the bar, but the entire bottom nest was in chaos.

A large number of plague zombies suddenly appeared from nowhere, and the entire bottom nest poured out to attack the living.

The girls who escaped from the Howling Bar soon met other refugees and joined them. Luckily for them, the leader of this group of refugees was a retired gang leader.

This man is called Carlos. He is one of the few "good guys" in the Dichao. He retired from the gang because he was ostracized by other gang elders.

——Of course, the so-called good people in Dichao are also relative. They also kill and set fires, rob each other, and collect protection fees. But they are much better than those scum who kidnap children, kill innocent people indiscriminately, and abuse the weak.

When the plague zombies broke out, Carlos happened to be gathering with a group of "old guys" who had been in gangs, and he led a group of veteran warriors to fight.

Because of the powerful fighting power of this group of people, many of them soon gathered around him spontaneously, and followed him to pick up weapons and rush towards the exit of the bottom nest.

There is no safe place at the bottom of the nest, the only way to survive is to move upwards.