bullyxtreme Chapter 212 Putting Down the Rebellion
Chapter 212 Putting Down the Rebellion
In the fluorescent swamp of the third sewer pipe in the Seventh Nest City, Russell walked on a creaking steel bridge, a mutated slug clinging to the sole of his boot, whimpering like a baby. Behind him, the breathing of seventy Kashejin warriors created a symphony within their gas masks—some had screaming death angel flies stuck in their mask filters.
“Captain, my hammer says it’s hungry.” The Brutality smashed a rusty pipe by the bridge with a power hammer, and five fluorescent green rats fell into his open mouth. The Oglin’s bright smile, adorned with gold teeth, looked particularly eerie in the eerie green glow.
Lieutenant Leos's tactical tablet suddenly popped up an alarm: "Rebels have turned hydroponic farms into poisonous mushroom farms! They're...brainwashing the mushrooms with preaching recordings?"
The moment the blast door was ripped open by hydraulic shears, three hundred thugs wearing gear-shaped masks poured out. The leader brandished a chainsaw modified with mechanical tentacles, half a sash from a member of the National Church choir still hanging from its blade: "The gears of the benevolent father need lubricant! Grind their bones to powder!"
Russell swung his entrenching tool and cleaved the flying Molotov cocktail, flames blooming into blue lotuses on the Blood Drinker's bone coating. He then scooped up burning alcohol and splashed it at the enemy, his laser gun firing in bursts of fireballs in the air, seven firemen screaming as they jumped into the sewage pool.
"Brutal! That iron coffin at three o'clock!"
The Oglin cheered and hurled his Stormshield, the spinning shield smashing the gilded toilet statue on the modified armored vehicle into a pancake. As he caught the rebounding shield, the power hammer had already shattered the front of the vehicle: "That golden toilet is mine!"
Suddenly, the thugs unleashed a sonic cannon made from a modified church organ. As a shrill, altered version of the Imperial Hymn blared, the tyrannical thugs began to dance a war dance to the rhythm, each strike of their power hammer hitting the sonic wave precisely. Leos seized the opportunity to throw a molten grenade into the cannon—the exploding, iridescent sonic waves turned twenty thugs into an abstract mural.
"Watch out above!" Russell shouted. The cultists were swooping down on gyrocopters made from modified ventilation fan blades, dropping not bombs, but baby bottles filled with hallucinogenic gas.
Brutal raised his shield to catch the milk bottle, tilted his head back and drank the purple liquid down before letting out a loud burp: "Strawberry flavor!" Suddenly his eyes turned bloodshot, and his power hammer swung in a tornado-like trajectory, smashing the gyroplane into the wall like swatting a fly.
When the defense forces finally took control of the mushroom cultivation chamber, they discovered that the thugs had adorned each poisonous mushroom with a miniature imperial icon. "This is... a mushroom cult?" Leos's lips twitched. The Brutality had already grabbed a handful of mushrooms and stuffed them into his mouth: "Crunchy!"
Suddenly, Harken's distorted electronic voice came through the communicator: "Like my party tricks, little knight?" A holographic projection displayed simultaneous scenes of riots erupting across the various levels of the hive: the Genestealer cult clashing with Mechanicus exiles using wrenches, Chaos cultists carving demonic statues at the waste disposal pool...
Russell smashed the projector with a shovel: "Tell your master that Kashejin's shovels are for burying trash."
“But trash doesn’t just lie in its grave.” Harken’s laughter faded into the radio noise. Brutality was forging a new belt for himself from gilded toilet fragments, and Leos discovered the Black Legion’s skull insignia floating in the mushroom culture medium.
As the group moved to the next level, a steampunk-style battle cry came from deep within the sewage pipe—three hundred thugs riding mechanical spiders were charging towards them, their spiders clad in armor made from stained glass windows of a church, their joints spewing rainbow-colored exhaust fumes.
“By the Emperor…” Russell replaced the thermoelectric battery in the laser gun, “This is absolutely the most absurd riot I’ve ever seen.”
The Brutality Demon charged forward, hammer in hand: "The Rainbow Spider is mine! I'm taking it home as a pet!"
Just then, a colossal figure emerged from the shadows at the end of the sewage pipe. It was a cyborg covered in gears and pipes, nearly three meters tall, with a buzzing chainsaw sword on its right arm and an incinerator spewing green poisonous mist on its left. A huge gear was embedded in its chest, engraved with a chaotic eight-pointed star.
"I am Kruger, the High Priest of the Gears," the cyborg said in a metallic, grinding voice. "Let me see what the Emperor's lackeys are capable of!"
Russell gestured for the others to continue dealing with the mechanical spiders, while he himself faced this formidable foe. Kruger's chainsaw sword whistled as it slashed down, and Russell parried with his shovel, sparks flying. The Blood Drinker's spirit bone coating hummed upon impact, deflecting some of the force of the impact.
“Your shovel is good,” Kruger grinned, “perfect for digging your grave!” His incinerator spewed out a cloud of poisonous smoke, and Russell quickly retreated, but still inhaled some. His vision began to blur, and his limbs grew heavy.
Just then, Russell activated "Emperor's Blessing." Golden light enveloped his entire body, and all his attributes instantly doubled. He felt power surging through his body, and the effects of the poisonous fog were completely dispelled. Russell lunged forward, his entrenching tool drawing a golden arc, leaving a deep gash in Kruger's armor.
Kruger roared, his chainsaw slashing down with even greater speed. But under the Emperor's protection, Russell moved with lightning speed. He easily dodged the attack, then swung his shovel at the joint of Kruger's left arm. The incinerator's pipes were severed, and green toxic fumes erupted forth.
"You think you can defeat me like this?" Kruger laughed maniacally, the gears on his chest beginning to spin rapidly. "Let me show you true power!"
Suddenly, countless metal tentacles emerged from the gears and attacked Russell. Russell dodged left and right, but one tentacle still managed to entangle his right leg. Kruger seized the opportunity to raise his chainsaw sword, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.
At this critical moment, Russell activated the "Soul of the Serpent." A primal force instantly surged through his body, his muscles bulged, and his veins stood out. Russell roared, and his entrenching tool cleaved down with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.
With a snap, Kruger's chainsword broke in two. Russell spun around, his entrenching tool tracing a perfect arc, cleaving the gear in two from Kruger's chest. The Gear High Priest let out a roar of resentment, his massive body crashing to the ground.
Two seconds later, Russell's strength returned to normal. He was panting heavily, looking at Kruger's remains on the ground. At that moment, Brutal and Leos also dealt with the mechanical spiders and arrived.
"Captain, are you alright?" Leos asked with concern.
Russell waved his hand: "I'm fine. But Kruger is just one of Harken's pawns; we must stop his plans as soon as possible."
Brutal picked up Kruger's broken sword and tucked it into his belt: "This is mine! I'm going to turn it into a can opener!"
Russell shook his head helplessly and led the team forward. He knew that even greater challenges awaited them. But with the Emperor's protection and the spirit of the giant serpent, he was confident he could defeat any enemy.