High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 53 The Followers of Nurgle
The aftershocks of the spatial teleportation, like an invisible giant hand, brutally gripped everyone's internal organs.

Dizziness, nausea, weightlessness... familiar side effects came rushing in like a tidal wave.

The dazzling white light faded, and beneath their feet was no longer the solid alloy floor of the martial arts room, but soft, dark red soil with a rusty smell.

"Om-"

The power armor's life support system emitted a soft buzzing sound, rapidly filtering the thin, metallic-smelling gas that filled the air.

Even so, the side effects of warp teleportation still caused many students to bend over and gag in pain.

"Stand up straight!"

Wu Shangfeng's icy voice rang out in everyone's communication channels, like a thunderbolt, "Adjust your breathing, circulate your spiritual energy, and adapt to the gravity environment! On the battlefield, no one will give you a minute to adapt!"

Qin Feng's feet were firmly planted on the ground. The enhancement from his power armor made him more resistant to the discomfort caused by teleportation than before.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy within his body flowed rapidly along the path of the Imperial Body Forging Method, dispelling the lingering dizziness.

He raised his head and looked around.

They were on the edge of a huge, open-pit mine.

The sky was a murky grayish-yellow, with three dim stars of different sizes hanging above it, casting a cold, lifeless light.

The air was thick with the smell of dust and industrial waste.

Everywhere you look, there are exposed, reddish-brown rock layers that have been violently mined by giant machines, as well as abandoned, rusty mining equipment.

The whole world presents a desolate and apocalyptic scene of decay.

However, what is most striking is not this hellish mine.

Instead, along the edge of the mine, every few hundred meters, stands a colossal statue so imposing it seems out of proportion.

Without exception, all of these statues depict the image of an emperor.

Clad in golden power armor and wielding a golden greatsword, he reigns supreme, overlooking all living beings.

However, these statues, which should have been solemn and dignified, appeared incredibly eerie here.

They were eroded by wind and sand, their golden paint peeling off in large patches, revealing the grayish-white stone underneath.

On the faces of some of the statues, there are still dark red, tear-like rust stains.

They stand silently in this desolate mine, bringing no sense of holiness but rather an indescribable gloom and desolation.

"Where the hell is this...?"

Qian Duoduo, catching his breath while supporting himself with his giant shield, spoke through the communication channel, his voice tinged with shock and confusion: "Erecting so many imperial statues by the mine? Who are they for? For the ore underground?"

Shi Potian didn't speak, but gripped his battle sword tightly. His T-shaped mask turned towards the depths of the mine, where a faint, nauseating stench of decay permeated the air.

"drop--"

Everyone's tactical HUD interface lights up simultaneously.

[Mission map downloaded...]

[The internal structure diagram of C-3 mine has been loaded...]

[Life signal detected... Identification of friend or foe in progress...]

[Identification complete. 19 sources of "grime" have been marked.]

A three-dimensional map appeared in their field of vision.

On the map, nineteen scarlet dots flashed at the bottom of the mine and at the entrances of several main mine shafts.

One of the points of light was brighter and more dazzling than all the others.

"Mission objective: Slay all Nurgle cultists."

Wu Shangfeng's voice rang out again, devoid of any emotion.

"The strongest among them is a retired soldier from the Astral Army, codenamed 'Kro,' with a current vitality index of 14.5. The remaining eighteen followers are all miners corrupted by him, and their vitality indices are all below 10.0." "Mission time limit: two hours. Start the countdown."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red countdown appeared in the upper right corner of the HUD interface.

02:00:00.

Two hours, which is more than half the time it took to clear out the green-skinned people last time.

This means there is no probing, no roundabout approach, only the most efficient and direct killing.

All eyes turned to their temporary commander, Chu Lan.

Chu Lan wore power armor and held a long-handled horse-slaying saber—after the last battle, he switched to practicing with the saber, as the sword was too weak in the chaos of battle.

He quickly glanced at the 3D map, and issued the order in a cool and decisive voice over the public channel:

"Attention all personnel, this mission is an annihilation operation. The terrain is open, and there is no possibility of tactical maneuvering. We will directly descend to the bottom of the mine and launch a frontal assault."

His finger traced across the virtual map.

"The enemy numbers a total of nineteen. We will use our dormitories as combat units, freely search for enemies, prioritize eliminating weaker targets on the periphery, and finally join forces to encircle and annihilate the leader, 'Kro.'"

"Dormitory 402, you are responsible for the three targets at the nine o'clock position. Dormitory 101, you are responsible for the twelve o'clock position..."

Chu Lan's instructions were clear and swift, assigning initial attack zones to all groups within just a dozen seconds.

"Remember, the enemy is a Nurgle cultist. Prioritize destroying their head and core! Avoid unnecessary close combat! Now, move out!"

"Yes!"

With a unified response, the steel warriors of Class 3, Grade 1, charged down the steep slope of the mine, like tigers descending a mountain, towards the abyss filled with decay and death.

The ramps inside the mine are steep and rugged, littered with rubble and discarded metal parts.

But with the aid of their power armor, the students moved as if on flat ground. Their alloy boots sank deep into the red soil, kicking up clouds of dust as they sank to the bottom of the pit at an astonishing speed.

The battle is about to break out.

Just like last time, Wu Shangfeng activated the drone to record the entire scene, while simultaneously scanning the battlefield with his entire body to prevent any student deaths and to assess the students' progress.
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Qin Feng and his two companions formed a standard assault formation.

Qian Duoduo was at the very front, his huge tower shield almost completely obscuring the figures of the three of them.

The edges of the shield shimmered with a faint energy glow, indicating that its force field generator had been activated.

Shi Potian followed closely behind, positioned on the left flank. His standard-issue longsword was already drawn, its blade reflecting a chilling glint in the grayish-yellow sunlight.

Qin Feng was positioned on the right flank, holding a three-meter-long alloy spear in one hand with its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, leaving a straight trail in the ground as he ran.

His steps were steady and rhythmic, always maintaining the optimal support distance with his teammates.

Their target was three Nurgle followers located in the northwest corner of the mine.

As they drew closer, the putrid stench, a mixture of death and morbid sweetness, grew ever stronger.

Soon, they spotted the enemy.

Those were once three human miners.

But now, they can no longer be called "human beings".

Their bodies underwent horrific mutations.

The skin had an unhealthy, waxy yellow color and was covered with swollen bumps and sores that constantly oozed murky pus.

His body was like an inflated balloon, bloated and obese. His original miner's uniform was stretched tattered and tattered, clinging tightly to his rotting flesh.

His eyes were cloudy and lifeless, and a strange, satisfied smile hung on the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying some kind of ultimate pleasure.

Several flies, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, were buzzing around their wounds.

(End of this chapter)