Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

Outside the gate of the bottom nest passage was the former garrison of the Fourth Regiment of the Nest Capital Garrison.

The camp, which was originally a bit crowded, is now very empty. In order to withstand the pressure of the troop lines, the traitor Ivan has almost emptied the troops here.

Apart from some old, weak, sick, and disabled people, as well as cowards who hid instead of going to the battlefield, there was hardly any life in the camp, not even many plague zombies.

So when Xiao Yi rode in on his modified transport motorcycle, which emitted a tremendous amount of noise, he encountered almost no resistance.

"Things went more smoothly than I expected, even though I was prepared for a tough battle."

B-59's blue-glowing mechanical eyes unconsciously glanced at the various incendiary bombs and molten metal bombs beside it, the dosage of which was enough to melt it and the modified transport motorcycle under Xiao Yi into molten iron.

"To be honest, I still think your plan is a bit risky. What if those mutants are clear-headed and just won't take the bait?"

"Since we're already here, we have to give it a try. If it really doesn't work, we'll just have to grit our teeth and keep going."

Until he reached the high platform where the control console was located, Xiao Yi encountered no resistance. If it weren't for the few small, greenish-brown dots of light that his psionic senses were reminding him, he would have thought that this place had been completely abandoned.

My tense muscles relaxed a little, and just then, a strange sound came from a corner of the camp, which even the roar of the modified motorcycle engine could not cover up.

A dozen or so tiny specks of light, weaker than human souls, were gathered in a corner of the camp, doing something unknown. Judging from the spots scattered on them, they too had been infected by the plague of the Netherworld.

To find out what had happened, Xiao Yi cautiously approached. In the corner where the light was, a dozen rats were gnawing on the mangled human corpse.

It's unclear whether the warm environment inside the nest made them lose their need for long fur for warmth, or whether the plague infection caused them to start losing their fur. In any case, what appeared before Xiao Yi was a group of disgusting, hairless creatures.

Faced with the sudden appearance of humans beside them, the mice showed no fear. They continued to bite their companions to fight for ownership of the food, as if they had already gotten used to it.

"Even rats have been infected?" After saying that, Xiao Yi suddenly realized that his question seemed a bit silly. Rats have always been an important source of infection for plagues.

The reason why the rats have the misconception that they are not infected is because they have not seen any other creatures besides humans since leaving the bottom nest.

After casually tossing two incendiary bombs to eliminate the potential threat, he headed towards the control room.

Similar to the control room of the corpse starch factory, there is also a wet unit responsible for opening and closing the door here.

Without further ado, Xiao Yi unleashed a green arc of electricity, forcibly opening the control room door.

Before long, the bottom nest door, which had been sealed for many days, slowly opened, and the ear-piercing noise of metal scraping against the ground attracted the attention of all the creatures in the camp.

Many infected people hiding in the corners ran away when they saw this, because they would be doomed once the mutants from the bottom nest rushed out.

When the gate was halfway open, the once quiet Underground Nest began to go berserk. The mutants never expected that the steel gate that had trapped them underground would open by itself.

A small, deformed mutant scurried out of the door on all fours. Looking at the environment so different from the bottom nest, it excitedly waved its limbs and made unintelligible calls, as if telling its companions behind it about its discovery.

But before he could even celebrate, his eager companion stepped on his back and crushed him into a meat patty.

More and more mutants crossed the gate and entered this place they had longed to enter for hundreds of years, and everything around them excited them.

To celebrate this epic victory, the mutant leader decided to hold a grand massacre to thank the god of war for his great blessing.

Just as it was summoning its minions in its garbled mutant language, a round object with a red skull pattern painted on its surface fell from the sky and struck it precisely on the head.

The impact made the mutant leader's head buzz. Just as it was forcibly concentrating, preparing to investigate what had hit it, an unknown round object under its feet suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, enveloping its entire body.

With a deafening roar, the shockwave from the molten metal bomb blew over the closest mutant leaders, and molten metal at thousands of degrees Celsius covered every corner of their skin like scattering snowflakes.

The smell of burning flesh mixed with agonizing screams dealt a heavy blow to the mutants who were caught up in their excitement. They roared angrily as they looked at their leader, now a piece of charcoal.

"It's you I've chosen. Go, molten metal bomb."

The round sphere with a red skull pattern was taken from Xiao Yi's hand and smashed back towards the location of the mutant leader.

Another explosion rang out, and the mutant leader, who was already unable to move, began to have difficulty even breathing. If it weren't for the blessing of the Blood God that gave him powerful vitality and regenerative abilities, he would have long since turned into dust and scattered around the camp.

"Don't rush, each of you will have one."

Looking at the tiny figure on the high platform directly in front of them, all the mutants felt a fire of anger burning in their hearts. Only by killing him could they quell this fire.

It's unclear who uttered the first battle cry, but the entire mutant tribe charged toward the high platform where the gate control console was located.

"That's it." Looking at the mutants who were gradually going crazy a few hundred meters away, Xiao Yi's lips curled up slightly, revealing a relaxed smile.

Only by thoroughly enraging the other party can he carry out his next plan.

Xiao Yi looked down at the transport motorcycle below, and after sensing that the distance was about right, he jumped down and landed directly on the seat.

To prevent the mutant, blinded by rage, from noticing that he had jumped off the platform, he raised his hand and threw a third molten bomb.

The repeated provocations caused the mutants to abandon their already limited rationality. They roared the Blood God's slogan and accelerated their charge.

When the distance between the two sides was about a hundred steps, Xiao Yi twisted his wrist and turned the accelerator, preparing to run away.

The transport motorcycle's engine emitted a low hum, like the growl of a sleeping beast being awakened, or like a response to the enemy's roar.

If it were Imperial soldiers or Nurgle cultists, they would have already realized that something was wrong. It was obvious that the enemy was deliberately provoking them to chase them in order to achieve some kind of objective.

But the Khorne followers, whose minds were already filled with killing and rage, didn't care about any of that. They had only one thought in their minds: to cut off the head of the human in front of them and offer it as a sacrifice to the Blood God.