"How's the situation?"
Ron quickly stepped into the operations meeting room, where Tucker and others were already waiting.
On the territory star map in the air, red dots light up from time to time, which means that another area has been discovered with plague or has been attacked by the plague.
Today, the plague has spread to many areas.
The star map is constantly changing, with new red dots appearing from time to time, but some also disappear.
Because the defense system of the Savior's territory has been activated, almost all relevant departments have started to operate and have begun to eradicate the plague one after another.
"Savior, all planets have entered a state of emergency. The military and medical teams are already in place..."
Taco reported methodically.
Since the territory has been fully prepared for war in advance, large hospitals and a large number of temporary treatment points, checkpoints, etc. have been established on each planet.
At the same time, a disinfection department was established to purify the epidemic area.
All of these are under the unified command of the temporarily formed epidemic eradication department, and various departments work together to make every effort to eliminate this disaster.
Now, the Savior's territory has been divided into many epidemic prevention areas.
From star regions, galaxies to various areas of the planet, it is divided down layer by layer until it reaches the specific residential grid points and even each building, and special administrative personnel are assigned to manage it.
Countless grid points have joined together to establish a detailed intelligence network and plague data records.
Once signs of plague appear, they will be reported immediately, the relevant areas will be blocked and isolated, the flow of people will be reduced, and then they will be checked one by one to find the infected people and the source of infection.
Send him to a treatment center.
At the same time, the Space Marine team and disinfection team will arrive to deal with the invaders as soon as possible and disinfect the entire area.
Other departments cooperate to maintain order and ensure the supply of relevant materials.
This is also the reason why many areas were able to eliminate the plague so quickly. Often the plague was eliminated at the source before it spread.
"We have also become the target of the Plague Lord..."
Ron looked at the area of the star map that kept turning red and then going out, and sighed slightly.
Now, only the area near the Holy Land of Ers has no red dots and is operating normally.
As the core world, this is the only area in the entire territory that is fully covered by the sacred tower, and the sacred light shines on almost everywhere.
Although this consumes a terrifying amount of resources, the results are obvious to all.
The Holy Land of Ers has a solid barrier against Chaos. All evil and plagues are exposed, and no Chaos dares to offend.
It also gave the territory a stable rear base, enabling it to respond to invasions in an orderly manner.
The only drawback is that it will cause the entire planet to be in endless daylight, and artificial night will need to be created for people to rest.
As for other planets, they are not so lucky.
Although most planets have built sacred towers, key planets have more, but they can only protect some core areas.
This allows these planets to resist invasion for a longer time and hold out until rescue arrives.
In other words, they can still be invaded, but they won't fall easily.
Ron sat in the conference room, listening to reports from various regions. One area after another was recovered, but new plagues appeared.
It seems endless.
Even though the territory was handled extremely quickly with almost no casualties, the total number of casualties from many planetary areas was still a very scary number.
In just one week, hundreds of millions of people died.
If this is the case in the Savior's territory, then the situation in other areas of the empire is even more terrifying, and countless lives are being destroyed.
All of this will give Nurgle, the Lord of Plague, unimaginable power!
Even though everyone was prepared, the horror of the Lord of Plague still exceeded everyone's expectations.
Ron thought of something and asked, "How's the situation with the Regent?"
"The medical forces we sent have assisted Ultramar in establishing a hospital world on Yax, and have also set up medical centers on more planets."
Taco flipped through the intelligence: "The Lord Regent also listened to your advice and strengthened Yax's defenses."
"Please arrange to send a new batch of medical supplies to the Regent as soon as possible."
Ron ordered.
Lao Ji's side is the main battlefield of the invasion of Nurgle forces, and the pressure is expected to be greater.
Especially Yax.
If it is not defended, it will become a paradise for plague and breed the Divine Plague, a terrible thing that can kill the Primarch instantly.
Just one shot can destroy an entire galaxy, leaving it beyond salvation!
Now, Ron probably already knew the purpose of the Nurgle forces, which was to use continuous attacks to delay and continuously weaken the power of the Savior's territory.
This makes it difficult for the Savior Territory to support other areas.
He only hoped that he could quickly eradicate the plague in his territory and free up his hands to rescue other worlds, especially Ultramar.
"Continue to expand the search range, we don't have much time..."
Ron gave the order.
Let the psychics and think tanks expand the search scope and find the source of the plague as soon as possible.
Such endless plague attacks must be closely related to the subspace.
Perhaps it is some kind of terrible plague life form, or perhaps it is a special weapon developed by the giant moth Moritaan.
Afterwards, he traveled through the webway to the Plague Research Institute - O'Neill, a planet dedicated to studying plagues and producing therapeutic drugs.
The research results there will become the key to resisting the plague.
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Plague Research Institute, Laboratory.
Zi——
Ron passed through several disinfection devices and was sprayed with special disinfectant gas before he successfully reached the deep experimental area.
When he came in, he saw batch after batch of petri dishes, with large numbers of foul-smelling, rotting lives emitting yellow mist trapped in reinforced glass columns.
Those are the pathogens that carry the plague.
Occasionally, you can hear the wailing of rotting creatures, which have been injected with various drugs for experiments.
Many of the plague treatment drugs and disinfectants used in the Savior Territory today are the results of this research institute, and they have saved countless lives.
However, this alone is not enough.
He hopes to obtain more effective therapeutic drugs or weapons reagents.
"Lord Savior..."
The Wanbian Healer hurried over to pay his respects, feeling a little nervous.
The plague war broke out prematurely, and the institute has not yet produced the promised results. Now there are only a few days left before the five-year deadline.
The great savior has invested massive resources in this planet and has high hopes for it.
If they fail, O'Neill's researchers really don't know how to face that existence.
That is a betrayal to everyone and an unforgivable sin!
Ron was gentle and raised his hand slightly to signal the ever-changing healer not to be so reserved.
He asked, "How far have you progressed with your experiment?"
"The Black Abyss Star Base has provided the latest plague data. We have created a new medicine based on that data, and the results will be out soon."
The Ever-Changing Doctor narrated, "Once the injection test is successful, we will have a powerful drug weapon that can be put into production quickly..."
Ron was quite looking forward to hearing this.
That's what he wanted.
There is a deadly plague on the side of Father Nurgle, so we have developed a super plague killer, a drug weapon that combines the energy of the little sun, the energy of the holy sun and many medicines.
That thing can deal with most known plagues.
Once the plague killer is mass-produced, it can be used to disinfect relevant areas on a large scale, which will be more effective and can also cause more damage to Nurgle life.
Sterilize them well!
However, before he could be happy for long, the All-Changing Healer received new information, and violent arcs of electricity burst out from his mechanical body.
He looked a little excited.
"What's wrong?"
Ron frowned, having a bad feeling.
Then, the voice of the Great Sage of Biology came:
"Savior... the experiment failed. The latest drug reagents did not produce the desired effect..."
In front of the glass cage.
Ron looked at the prisoners inside. They were the seven chosen ones of Nurgle, including ordinary civilians, nobles and evil followers of the Corruption Cult.
Their appearance doesn't reveal much, but these guys all carry a deadly plague that is enough to corrupt the entire planet.
What's even more terrifying is that ordinary detection instruments cannot detect it at all.
Fortunately, the Demonic Inquisition found them in time, and the method of arrest was not complicated.
Now the Savior Territory has established an entire monitoring system, and citizens are also aware of the need to be wary of chaos.
Especially the enthusiastic masses in certain faithful parishes.
If you see anyone mumbling strange numbers, report them to the Demonic Inquisition immediately and they will be caught.
Or, sacred music praising the Emperor could be played throughout the entire suspected area, allowing everyone to praise the Emperor, chant the Emperor's divine name, and then implicitly call the Lord of Plague a fool*.
Anyone who fails to do so will be arrested immediately.
If all else fails, we can all go to the sacred tower to bask in the sun and see who has any special symptoms.
After doing this whole process, basically no one was caught wrongly.
Afterwards, the Demonic Inquisition sent these chosen ones of Nurgle here as important experimental materials.
These chosen ones of Nurgle have been injected with the latest drugs.
Although there were burn marks on their bodies, they did not suffer much damage. There was no doubt that the experiment had failed.
Although those medicines are effective in treating plagues, they cannot resist the more powerful plague life.
"Forty-nine..."
"fifteen..."
The chosen ones of Nurgle were jumping around in the isolation room, smiling from time to time and then uttering numbers related to the Holy Number of the Father.
But the next second, they returned to normal and begged the people outside to let them out.
Boom——
A noble-looking Chosen of Nurgle crashed into the glass, groaning in pain and staring at the being outside.
Although it was a one-way mirror, he seemed to be able to see outside.
"one"
The noble said.
The circles under his eyes became dark, and he counted the numbers seriously: "Two... five, six..."
Along with the numbers, maggot-like creatures swam under the noble's skin until they poured into his eyeballs and drilled out, and pus flowed out of his mouth.
His skin was cracking, his fingers were twisting, and his skin was melting like wax.
Behind the nobles, the other Chosen of Nurgle gathered around, as if reminding them in unison: "Seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven!"
Even though this isolation room has been isolated and soundproofed, and multiple isolation measures have been used, it can even attract the holy light of the sacred sun at any time.
Still can't resist all the influences.
Those voices were transmitted, chilling people to the core.
"seven!!!"
The noble raised his hand and pointed outside, roaring like a devil.
His back swelled up, and a thick, rotten horn slowly emerged from his forehead and twisted upwards.
The pain of Nurgle's chosen one grew even more intense, but he chuckled, no longer troubled by it.
Because he had become the messenger of the plague, the swarms of flies and germs he released wreaked havoc in the isolation room, and rotten fungi slowly grew.
The plague messenger looked straight outside, as if he saw the savior.
"Life is corrupt, you can't stop it..."
He maintained an indescribably ironic smile.
It was a silent mockery that the savior was helpless against the plague and could only destroy but not cure.
Corruption is always endless, and new plagues will always emerge, just like the endless life of nature.
"How long...will it take before you can conduct the next drug experiment?"
Ron asked, taking a deep breath.
He knew that it was a provocation from the Lord of Plague or some Nurgle demon behind him, and he could also make the plague bringer die in torture.
But that makes no sense.
Ron hoped to kill the other party with the medicine or potion weapon he had imagined, and ask the plague messenger to drink the medicine and kill him!
The Ever-Changing Healer was somewhat dejected, and his electronic voice became deeper: "There's something wrong with our research direction. We need to verify a large amount of data and start a new path.
The entire research process will probably take at least one standard Terran year, and there is no guarantee of success."
The great biological sage answered the question truthfully.
In scientific and technological research, it is extremely troublesome if the research direction is wrong.
That means that most of the previous efforts have been wasted, and it will take more time to proceed, especially within the Mechanicus. Such a wrong direction may waste dozens or even hundreds of years.
It can even cause a technical priest to be mediocre for his entire life.
The Plague Research Institute has the support of many planets and can rely on a large amount of manpower and material resources to shorten the research time, so the impact is not that great.
But the problem is that the Savior Territory can no longer wait that long.
What if the next experiment fails again?
The ever-changing doctor lowered his head, not daring to face the disappointed look of the savior, thinking that he had let this person down.
However, Ron did not blame the great biological sage, and even his expression did not change much.
He had anticipated that scientific experiments were always accompanied by failure.
What's more, he already has a contingency plan.
Ron looked at the All-Changing Healer and reminded him, "You should seek help from a greater wisdom. Perhaps that way you can get the right answer."
"You mean the Great Mechanical Goddess?"
The Ever-Changing Healer shook his head and sighed cryptically, "Goddess of Machinery, we've tried our best, but the result is still the same..."
He didn't dare to blaspheme the Mechanical Goddess.
In fact, the mechanical goddess Xiaoling has analyzed and provided all biological data and computing resources, including the valuable knowledge provided by the goddess of life Aisha.
But unfortunately, it is still too difficult to research such advanced drugs. After all, we are fighting against the plague bacteria created by the Lord of Plague.
Even with the use of the sacred energy of the Little Sun and the Holy Sun, it is still a bit difficult.
Maybe I am unable to use such great power?
The ever-changing doctor thought so.
"No, I'm not referring to the Mechanical Goddess, or anything else, but the most intelligent and knowledgeable being in the universe.
That being's library contains all the knowledge that has ever existed or will ever exist."
Ron said calmly, hinting, "If it's Him, He will definitely be able to help you find the correct answer..."
As the ever-changing doctor listened, his expression suddenly changed.
Because the words of the savior pointed to a terrifying existence in the subspace.
A chaotic, evil god of change, curiosity, creativity, knowledge, and magic—the Lord of Change, Tzeentch!
"You mean... absolutely... no, believe me, I would never make such a mistake!"
The ever-changing doctor was a little panicked.
Everyone knows that the Technical Priests fear and fear that existence the most. Although He can bring knowledge, He will also create more chaos and errors.
It plunges those who seek knowledge into confusion and a miserable fate.
Furthermore, this was an extremely serious accusation, and no serious technical priest wanted to have anything to do with that being.
He glanced towards the entrance, fearing that someone from the Inquisition would suddenly rush in and take him away for tea or lock him up in a terrible prison deep underground.
"Did the savior notice something?"
Countless data and speculations flashed through the electronic brain of the Ever-Changing Doctor. He felt that the Savior was testing him.
That being is so perceptive and understands everything.
In just a few breaths, the great sage's psychological defenses collapsed.
The Ever-Changing Healer fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness: "Savior, I did sense the presence of that forbidden being, but I never dared to take a step beyond that.
My loyalty to you has never wavered!"
In order to research the medicine to resist the plague, he was under tremendous pressure and was extremely eager to have more knowledge to achieve it.
Especially recently, I have frequently felt a blue changing figure.
The terrifying Chaos God was tempting him, trying to give him the knowledge he desired, as if with that knowledge, he could create the perfect medicine he had always dreamed of to fight the plague.
However, he remained loyal to the savior and firmly refused again and again.
No matter how the Chaos God tempted him or even angered him, he never did anything disloyal, never!
The moment the All-Changing Healer knelt down, his detection device scanned the newcomers, who were a group of high-ranking inquisitors from the Demonic Tribunal!
They walked in quickly, looking aggressive.
"Savior, I am willing to accept punishment..."
The All-Changing Healer seemed to have lost his strength, and his electronic eyes dimmed. No matter what, his thoughts had already come into contact with an unclean existence.
Even if you do nothing, you are still unfaithful in your thoughts.
"What punishment?"
Ron shook his head and quickly helped the man up: "The territory needs talents like you right now!"
As they spoke, the high-ranking inquisitors of the Demonic Tribunal saluted slightly, quickly plundered past the two men, and then formed a formation to guard in front of the isolation room.
They were only ordered to guard this place to prevent any accidents.
"You're not here to arrest me?"
The ever-changing healer seemed relieved.
"Of course not. Did you see the blue birdman?"
Ron was very satisfied: "It seems that my guess is correct. I will build an altar later, and you can go to the Lord of Change to communicate and seek answers..."
"ah?"
The Ever-Changing Healer screamed in disbelief, and didn't dare to respond for a moment. The Demonic Inquisition was still there!
The laboratory fell silent.
When the high-ranking judges heard the key words, they subconsciously clenched their weapons and cast cold glances, then slowly turned their heads one after another.
They heard nothing and knew nothing.
The great savior must have his reasons for doing this, otherwise how could they capture him?!
Ron also felt that this was not a good idea, so he pulled the All-Changing Healer to a more secluded area and emphasized the issue again.
Let the other person know that you are serious.
Now, Nurgle, one of the four Chaos Gods of the Warp, has become incredibly wealthy and has insinuated himself into being the most powerful being.
Although Tzeentch often teases the Blood God or is beaten by him.
But his real enemy is Nurgle, and the competition between the two is the most intense.
While Tzeentch represents innovation, change, transformation, and chaos, Nurgle represents the polar opposite ideology—the hopelessness of accepting the status quo and finding joy in it.
This is why Tzeentch was so upset after the Plague War began.
He is desperately trying to stop Nurgle.
This guy even approached the ever-changing healer who was researching plague treatment drugs and tried to give him knowledge.
It seems that he is really anxious.
If you ask the Lord of Change about anything related to Nurgle now, I guarantee you will get the answer right. I'm afraid you won't believe me.
But he is honest.
"Then...what should I do?"
The Ever-Changing Healer felt somewhat melancholy. Even though he was a great sage, he was still inevitably afraid when he knew he was about to face a Chaos God.
Ron comforted him: "Don't worry, I will go with you and protect your soul."
With his current strength, he can still cover the soul of a mortal.
This time, part of his soul will also go to the Crystal Maze to take a look. In addition to protecting his own talents, he also wants to see if he can get some benefits.
There aren't many opportunities like this