svetikya Chapter 23 Blasphemy
Chapter 23 Blasphemy
Lowe ignored the cheers.
He turned around and felt his back was soaked with cold sweat.
The battle just now, though seemingly easy, was actually extremely dangerous.
If the monster does not fall into the trap.
If the ratio of the propellant is slightly off.
If the defense forces had collapsed even a little earlier...
So now, the Seventh Grain Depot has probably become a dead city.
"Data analysis complete."
Father Alpha walked up to him, his tone grave.
"The mutation level of this biological sample has reached the physical strength level of 'quasi-Astartes'."
"Without this trench of fire, our conventional weapons would not have been able to kill it before it broke through our lines."
"It was merely a pathfinder."
Rowe took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The Plague Lord is testing our cards."
He walked up to the map.
He picked up a red pen and drew a big X in the East Zone area.
"Now they know we have heavy weapons, and they know we have fire. Next time, they won't just charge in so blindly."
When do you think the next attack will be?
"Soon."
Luo Wei looked up and gazed out the window.
Sunlight pierced through the thick radiation clouds and shone on this ravaged land.
The sunlight, which should have been warm and bright, now had an eerie purplish-red hue.
He could feel that the fragment of the amulet on his chest, which had been dormant, was now slightly warm.
A nauseating sense of being watched.
It did not disappear with the monster's death.
Instead, it became clearer.
It was as if something, across endless subspace, was watching with great interest the ants trying to defy their fate.
"Alpha, pass the message down."
"Collect all those charred corpses... I mean, the remains of those monsters, except for the big one."
"What do you want?"
The priest's prosthetic eye flickered.
"High in protein, we can't waste it."
"Love said expressionlessly."
"After being burned at high temperatures, all viruses are killed. This is the best carbon-based fertilizer."
"Make a note of the name of that old sergeant who was killed in the bombing. Give his family double the standard compensation for those killed in action, if he still has any family members."
……
"consultant."
After half a standard Terran time.
Buck pushed open the heavy, blast-proof door to the office.
His face was etched with undisguised exhaustion, and his single eye was bloodshot.
He was carrying a linen bag that was still dripping black water.
"We found this while we were clearing the wreckage of the big thing, where its heart used to be."
He placed the cloth bag on the table and carefully pried it open with a dagger.
Inside was a fist-sized, sickly green polyhedral crystal.
It doesn't look like an inanimate object.
On the contrary, it pulsates rhythmically under the light.
Each contraction releases a small amount of yellowish-green mist.
It seemed as if some kind of disgusting life was being conceived inside.
Luo Wei's expression hardened.
He didn't reach out to touch it.
Instead, he took out a pair of blessed long-handled metal pliers from the drawer.
This crystal gave him a very bad feeling.
It was as if someone was whispering secrets about decay and immortality in his ear through a thin veil.
This is a high-purity subspace condensate.
Father Alpha came over.
The oracle behind him emitted a rapid and sharp alarm.
The red warning lights were flashing wildly.
"A violent fluctuation in ether has been detected, and the reading exceeds the safety threshold of 300%!" the tech priest exclaimed in alarm.
"Advisor, this is a heretical creation! According to the 'Primary Purification Code,' it must be completely annihilated immediately with plasma flames!"
"I know it's dangerous, Alpha."
Luo Wei used pliers to steadily pick up the crystal and held it up to his eyes.
Through its translucent shell, one can vaguely see the twisting, writhing shadows inside.
If not handled properly.
This thing could tear open a crack in reality at any moment.
They turned the entire administration building into a playground for Nurgle.
But if handled properly...
Lowe's brain was working at lightning speed.
The laws of thermodynamics from his past life clashed violently with the taboo knowledge about the nature of subspace in this world.
Gradually, a bold solution emerged.
Conservation of energy.
No matter how evil or twisted this thing is.
Its essence remains a highly compressed and extremely unstable energy source.
It is constantly radiating subspace energy outwards, attempting to erode reality.
And this radiation process.
It is often accompanied by a violent exothermic reaction—
Just like nuclear waste, which generates heat during decay.
If only the "corrosiveness" can be removed, leaving only the pure "heat"...
"Seal it in a stasis field box with double lead lining, and then inject it with a high concentration of holy oil."
Luo Wei quickly constructed a conversion system in his mind.
"Then take it to the basement, making sure it doesn't come into direct contact with any equipment. Hang it inside the main cooling tank of the 'Case' server."
Seeing Father Alpha's confusion, Lowe patiently explained:
"This crystal will continuously release etheric radiation, causing the surrounding medium to heat up."
"The holy oil and lead layer can filter out most of the harmful psionic contamination, allowing only heat to be conducted out."
"In this way, the sealed box becomes a 'heating rod' that never goes out."
Lo Wei pointed to the floor beneath his feet.
"It boils the cooling water in the tank, and the resulting high-temperature steam can be transported to the fermentation workshop through heat exchange pipes to provide a constant temperature for the reproduction of microorganisms."
"So... boiling water?" Father Alpha understood the core principle.
"That's right."
Lo Wei nodded.
"Use the power of destruction to nourish life, and the embers of the Plague Lord to ripen the empire's food."
Luo Wei said calmly.
His tone revealed only a cold-blooded pragmatism.
"I think... as long as the final product is protein that can fill people's stomachs."
"Neither the one on the golden throne nor the one in the garden would mind such a small 'technology loan,' would they?"
Father Alpha was stunned.
His logic circuit seemed to be stuck in a dead loop, emitting a slight buzzing sound.
Several seconds passed.
The red light in his eyes gradually stabilized.
It turned a deep blue, representing a kind of fanatical worship.
He slowly raised his hand, the one that still retained flesh and blood.
A gear symbol was drawn on his chest, representing the cult of mechanical gods.
"To transform chaotic disorder into mechanical order... this is not just exploitation, it is taming."
The priest's voice trembled.
It contains an almost obsessive admiration.
"Your logic... is filled with a blasphemous yet sacred beauty. Praise be to Om Messiah."