I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 354 Cloning the Great Impure One

On an unknown planet.

The temporary outpost built by Exploration Team No. 1 is currently under heavy fire.

The lousy guys somehow managed to get their hands on a few Titans from the Empire of Man and launched an attack on the outpost's weakest point.

These Titans were in disrepair; their thrusters wouldn't operate when firing, and they couldn't fire while moving, making their offensive pace rather sluggish.

Even so, without the support of heavy and strategic weapons, the exploration team was still unable to lift their heads due to the giant bombs.

In the rift valley about three kilometers from the outpost, the Great Impure One Dekaramus and the Emperor Boy clashed.

The narrow space of the rift limited the Emperor Boy's range of movement.

A psionic pulse, teeming with germs and parasites, pierced through the rift. The young emperor leaped into the air, using bio-rocket thrusters on his ankles to glide briefly and avoid the corrupting psionic bombardment.

Before he could even get his footing, barbed vines burst forth from the ground, sweeping over him like a tidal wave.

At the same time, poisonous clouds and mist descended from the sky, sealing off the Emperor's son's escape route.

"Haha! Palu Beastman! You just wait and see! You're the first Palu Commander to fall into my hands, but you definitely won't be the last!"

Dekaramus laughed wildly, raising his staff and waving it left and right, sending streaks of green light crashing to the ground.

The plague-ridden zombies, covered in festering sores, burst from the ground and, responding to their master's call, charged toward the Emperor Boy with the frenzy of wolves drawn by the smell of blood.

"You made me lose too humiliatingly last time, this time I will repay you a hundredfold! ... Die! Become my creation!"

Dekaramus extended his staff and aimed a half-meter-thick beam of psionic energy at the Emperor Boy.

Black insects and poisonous mist surrounded the beam of light, forming concentric rings, like the particle acceleration pipes of a Gauss weapon.

The Emperor Boy has only managed to hold on until now thanks to Palu's psionic field and psionic shield; the upcoming attack will be enough to kill him!

At the critical moment, Brother Li arrived.

Li Nuo took control of the Emperor Boy's body, wielding his sword with both hands to clear his vision, then locked his gaze on Dekaramus and activated the Brain Stun Technique.

A system message popped up, reminding Li Nuo that it would take 130 million tons of single crystals to freeze Dekalems for one second.

Li Nuo clicked "confirm" without even thinking.

Dekaramus was stunned, and the Nurgle demons surrounding Li Nuo were all taken aback.

In that instant, Li Nuo used the Vibration Technique to propel himself, combined with the explosive power of the Emperor Boy's physical body, and arrived in front of Dekaramus in a flash.

With a swift right-hand swing of his sword, Dekaramus's head was severed from his body.

Extend your left hand forward, with your fingers loosely clenched.

The ugly head was struck by the air hammer and landed precisely in Li Nuo's hand.

The brain freeze procedure is over.

Dekaramus's head was severed from his body. His headless body trembled slightly, and a triumphant sound came from his abdomen. The Nurgle demons around him swarmed around him.

"Haha! You think I'd fall for your tricks a second time? I saw right through you! You can have that head!"

"Puff! Puff!"

The head in Li Nuo's hand throbbed violently, swelled to more than three times its original size in the blink of an eye, and then exploded with a bang.

"boom!"

Filthy, foul-smelling matter was indiscriminately splashed, and shockwaves mixed with bacteria from the filth spread outwards.

The sharp wind blades sliced ​​the young emperor into several pieces, and a thick layer of white maggots immediately appeared on the surface of the wounds.

Several pieces of corpse fell to the ground, and the surrounding Nurgle demons swarmed up and began to devour them.

Decalems smiled smugly, kicked aside his men who were blocking his way, and came closer.

Just as it was about to desecrate the corpse, it suddenly noticed that the other person had something in their right hand.

“Drip, drip, drip—”

The countdown chime was crisp and pleasant, and Dekaramus's expression changed drastically as he recognized the origin of the object.

"Protect me! Hurry!"

Decarrams turned and ran, and after taking three steps, the explosion occurred as expected.

"Boom!"

This explosion is more scientifically accurate than the previous one.

A bright blue plasma storm expanded outward in a spherical shape, covering an area of ​​100 meters in less than 1 millisecond.

Dekaramus's figure was enveloped by the blue storm, and suddenly changed drastically, like cold water being dripped into hot oil.

Skin torn open, blood splattered everywhere, eyeballs bursting, veins bulging on the skin.

Although it was difficult, Decarramus survived the baptism of the Plasma Spark thanks to the blessing of his loving father.

Its minions weren't so lucky; the blue storm swept across the entire area with overwhelming force, leaving behind a large expanse of charred wreckage.

The vacuum created by the shockwave brought with it a fierce wind, and black smoke carrying sparks drifted with the wind, while the remaining embers crackled.

Dekaramus was panting heavily, barely managing to stand by leaning on his staff.

"Damn Palu orcs, you're all a bunch of lunatics! Even crazier than the red-skinned demons!"

Decarram cursed viciously, then felt a sharp pain in his abdomen as something was being pulled out of his body by an external force.

not good!

My head!

His vision blurred, and he vaguely saw his intestines, muscles, blood vessels, and skeleton flash past his eyes. The charred rift came into view, and Dekaramus met the distinctive emerald green eyes of the Palu orcs.

Before it could speak, a familiar sense of stiffness arose spontaneously.

Damn it...

I've been infected again...

DeKalem's brain went blank, and when he regained consciousness, he desperately watched bubbles of artificial amniotic fluid pass by.

Again.

Once again, his head was cut off and stuffed into an amniotic fluid tank, making him a prisoner!

This is simply a shame!
Decalems was furious and started yelling at the top of his lungs:

"What good will it do you arrest me? As long as my loving father is watching over me, I will never truly die!"

The tall orc in front of the amniotic fluid jar remained silent, simply watching the Great Impure One.

Dikaramus was puzzled. He looked around and was surprised to find that this time the situation was different from the last time.

The last time I was imprisoned... oh no, the last time I was captured by those despicable green-skinned guys, there were quite a few technicians and pain-inducing guys around me.

This time, however, there was only the orc in front of him in the huge interrogation room; there was no one else in sight.

"What tricks are you up to now?" Decalems scrutinized the other person warily.

The orc remained silent, his eyes fixed on the Great Impure One without any change in expression.

meditation?
Is this just a pretense?

Or is he just spacing out?
Decarrams slyly rolled his eyes, assessing the current situation.

"Well, if you regret it, you can let me go. I promise I'll give you a heads-up next time before causing you any trouble."

Decarrams tried to communicate, but received no response.

The musical notes vanished without a trace, as if falling into a bottomless abyss.

"Damn it, did the Paru orcs send some idiot to spy on me?" Dekaramus cursed under his breath. "They really underestimate me. Once I get out of here, I'll chop you all up and make manure..."

"Hiss—whoosh—" The orc suddenly gasped for breath, snapping back to his senses, his eyes finally focusing.

Decarramus looked over at the sound and caught a glimpse of a repulsive smile curving the other person's lips:

"You green-skinned idiot, what are you up to?"

The orc grinned and snapped his fingers.

A group of technicians and pain-stricken boys walked in, carrying all sorts of instruments. Several researchers dressed as farts followed them in, looking rather comical.

Is today's interrogation finally about to begin?
Decarramus secretly plotted a lie, intending to endure this painful time without betraying his loving father.

Oh, great and loving father!

Witness my unwavering resolve and fearlessness in the face of torture!
No matter how cruel their methods are, I will never betray you!

Dekaramus mentally prepared himself and glared at the orc in front of him.

come on!

Ask me anything!

If I say even one more word, I'll turn my skull into a showerhead!

Strangely, the orcs did not press Dekaramus for answers.

After entering the interrogation room, they buried themselves in their work, barely glancing at the ugly head in the amniotic fluid tank. Even when they did, their eyes were filled with contempt and coldness, as if they were looking at an idiot who didn't know what was going to happen to him.

Decalems was unsure of himself.

A few minutes later, a man dressed in a white coat approached the orc and respectfully handed him the data panel.

"Boss, here is the experimental plan you requested."

The orc took it and examined it closely.

Decarramus pondered for a moment and asked:
"Are you Li Nuo, the one who merged with the essence of the orc god?"

The orc remained silent.

Decarramus's eyes darted around, and as if he had thought of something, he said with a shifty look:
"To be honest, we've planted spies within the Human Empire. We know about the plans of both the Human Empire and the Eldar. Are they planning to transfer a portion of the High Gods' power to the Rebellion Era subverse to cause you trouble?"

The orc glanced at the amniotic fluid tank.

Decarram chuckled:
"Rest assured, as long as you cooperate with us, the plans of the Human Empire and the Eldar will not succeed. We can reserve a sector of stars for you in the dark side of the galaxy as your territory..."

Decalems was interrupted.

The orc handed the data tablet to the fart spirit and instructed:

"The experimental protocol is fine, let's begin."

"Yes, boss." The little devil glanced at Decarrams with disdain, then turned and ran to the instrument to operate it.

"Om-"

Static noise emanated from the base of the amniotic fluid tank, and a tingling, electric shock instantly enveloped Dekaramus's head, rendering it unable to speak.

Several robotic arms extend from the top cover, using laser cutters and robotic claws to collect samples.

The sample is placed in a test tube, which moves on a conveyor belt and enters a device with a holographic projection.

The holographic image reveals a unique gene structure, which is a microscopic image of gene fragments composed of triple helices.

Two of these genes are similar to human genes, possessing approximately 20% genetic purity.

The third gene is very strange; it is composed of the genetic codes of a large number of non-human life forms, including but not limited to plants, animals, fungi, viruses, and aliens.

This gene is the work of Nurgle. It corrupted Dekaramus's original human genes, reshaped his appearance and internal structure, and used hormones and other means to change Dekaramus's thought patterns and behavior.

Theoretically, this gene sample could be used to clone a Decalemus.

"Sizzle——————"

The airtight door of the cloning chamber slowly opened, revealing the sleeping clone inside, as ugly and foul-smelling as the head inside the amniotic fluid tank.

The boys collected gene samples from the clones and compared them with the samples from the mother.

The difference between the two is not significant; the difference in gene purity is only 3%, which is within an acceptable range of experimental error.

But this is only a physical difference; in terms of psionic energy, the two are worlds apart.

Dekaramus can cast Nurgle spells, but clones cannot.

This means that clones cannot enter Nurgle's backyard.

The clone must be endowed with psionic abilities similar to those of the mother.

Because it involves breaking the spell's principles of Nurgle, the following experiments are extremely dangerous.

A soul code reader, modified by Palu Academy, was delivered.

It is about five meters high and two meters long and wide, resembling a rectangular stone pillar painted in four colors: red, purple, green and black.

Psionic cables extended from the reader and connected to Dekaramus's head.

Press the switch, and the device will start operating.

Its surface projects holographic images onto the open ground, revealing the soul code of Dekaramus.

The farting scholar beside him typed rapidly on his keyboard, speaking at breakneck speed:

“Boss, there are a lot of soul keys with negative effects in Dekaramus’s soul code. I suspect that Nurgle spells are related to some of these soul keys. I suggest that we don’t delete them directly, but instead use isolation technology to temporarily put them in a non-functional soul sector and test the effect of each soul key one by one.”

The Pi Jing, who is in charge of soul coding research, is currently the most skilled in soul technology at Palu Academy.

The orc nodded:

"As far as you're concerned, safety should be the top priority."

"Yes, boss! Don't worry, I've dissected at least ten thousand, if not a hundred thousand, pieces of junk. I know how to deal with the filth in their souls."

"Crackling——"

Inside the interrogation room, the sound of keyboards clicking incessantly.

Outside the interrogation room, the Palu team stood ready, prepared to respond to any unexpected situations.

Five days passed in this manner.

The farting scholar let out a long sigh, plopped down in a chair, looking weak, but his eyes were filled with excited joy.

Li Nuo entered the interrogation room.

The scholar, a bit of a rascal, trotted over, saying weakly yet excitedly:

"Boss, I have accomplished my mission. I spent five days deciphering the soul codes of fifteen Nurgle spells and found a spell command that can open Nurgle's Garden. Please look here."

The scholar led the orc to the holographic screen, carefully explaining the function and principles of the three-dimensional spell model, and concluded by saying:
"After implanting this soul code into the clone, I am 90% confident that the clone will learn the Nurgle spell to teleport to the Nurgle Gardens."

A 90% chance of success is not low.

"You did a very good job." Li Nuo took out a jar of spores and handed it to the farting scholar.
"Put this thing inside the clone's body, and as soon as the clone enters the Nurgle Garden, trigger the detonator of the jar to spread the spores."

"Yes, boss." The scholar, without suspicion, took the jar and walked towards the clone.

After a while.

The installation of the tank is complete.

The clone was sent by Linuo to the real universe of the End Era.

Li Nuo dropped it onto a desolate planet and withdrew all the Palu orcs from its vicinity.

The clone slowly awoke, looking bewildered.

After about half a minute, it seemed to have figured out the situation and couldn't wait to activate its psychic energy to communicate with the Father's back garden. Its form transformed into a green flash and entered the subspace.

(End of this chapter)