Bert Dufie should have been called to the rally like everyone else, but he was not in a hurry.
He was immersed in the water storage room, and others would visit it only when they really couldn't do it, but he liked it, which reminded him of the place where he worked, the not-so-warm but very comfortable job at Attica.
But with the invasion of chaos, a rash swing of rock drilling hammer and a piece of snatched food, he had to change his career direction.
He became a Chaos believer who would yell loudly a few months ago.
"Bert, I know you can hear it, go for a meeting!"
A sound broke the silence, and Bert patted the communicator on his waist and turned it off.
Except for those who have long been accustomed to the harshest living environment, no one is willing to break into the smelly water storage system and get sewage in the water tank.
Humans need water no matter where they go, just because their survival cannot be separated from it. There are countless examples of human history fighting for water resources.
Burt didn't understand this very much, but he did know that without water, there was no life.
Water has its own way out, and it is not easy to capture it. It is only because water yearns for freedom and hates imprisonment. It always seizes every opportunity to escape the cage. It corrodes the ancient pipes it flows through and slips away from incomplete seals. As always, the water flows to the lower reaches until it falls to the lowest level where there is nowhere to go.
This is why the refugee camp needs a water storage tank, which is no different from the dirty sewage ditch on ancient sea boats. Every drop of overflowing condensate, every drop of sewage flowing out of the broken water pipe, and every drop of rationed synthetic alcohol spilled by the crew, flows into this ugly tank.
Fuel, gasoline, and other things that the Emperor knew were mixed together and cooked into a pot of sticky soup.
In a well-functioning water supply system, the liquid will be extracted for processing and recycling, and the water tank will be cleaned from time to time to remove dirt.
But there will be no good-running thing in the refugee camp. The water storage tank has already overflowed and sewage flows everywhere.
In places where humans cannot see, the wonderful magic of life has taken root and grown, creating a small world.
A rusty lift is located farther from the water supply room, but Bert has never used it, and the roaring motor sound destroys the tranquility here.
The sewage has long since disappeared across the edge of the square water tank, and under the water surface, algae are growing wildly.
In some places, these primitive plants are almost piled up, leaving no practical space for humans, and the ceiling here is not high, and the low-hanging cables are enough to strangle a reckless guy, and the fiery light bulbs are at risk of explosion.
The water tank was not built for life, humans, or something else, but Bert found fun in this sludge surrounded by metal.
It almost supports a complete ecosystem, with mice dedicated to living here - they have many species like stars explored by humans, as well as some mutated insects, glowing amphibians, and carnivores with smooth bodies and teeth like steel needles.
No one cares about the disordered biological populations in the water supply system. Bert keeps this secret and has almost become an amateur naturalist.
Of course, if someone drinks the water flowing out here and causes illness, he won't care.
It seems that because he is in this critical position, he has a middle-level position in the sect, which seems to be called the main priest, but he doesn't care so much.
However, some people say that it is because anyone who is too close to him is sick and is regarded as being blessed by the power of darkness, so he gets this position.
To be honest, he doesn't care about this either.
The emperor had long been abandoned by him, and now he believed in something that could allow him to survive - although he could not call it what it was called.
Burt hummed, groping in a tank filled with silt, and when he used a pole to slide the sludge, a rich organic gas emerged from the bottom.
The smell gradually calmed down, not as bad as I thought.
Suddenly, the rarely opened horns in the central passage rang.
"Everyone gathers right away, including you, Bert!"
An angry roar came out of the speaker with an electric current, and the echo took a long time to completely disappear.
Then, the creatures in the water storage tank became active again.
Burt glared at the trumpet.
"Don't bother me!"
He complained, the communicator on his waist kept trembling and demanded to re-connect communication.
He looked towards the stairwell, where the vast majority of the lights in the water tank were sourced, and most of the lights inside were turned off, or filled with water and mucus, becoming useless.
"Curse all this."
He put down the pole with regret, wiped his knees, then turned around, but he was full of collision with a giant he hadn't noticed at all.
He took a step back.
If he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to see the glowing eyes of the thing.
It seems inappropriate to describe it with eyes, and a pair of scarlet eyepieces that are always dark are looking at him.
"Hello, mortal, what's your name?"
If it weren't for the cold air emitted by it and the smell of the slaughterhouse in its breath, the sound would have looked amiable.
Bert Duffie took a step back and was about to escape, but he stepped on the water and had to stay where he was.
"Bor-Bor-Bor-Bor-Duffy."
The creature got closer, and Bert Dufie tightened his body, leaned back, shaking at the edge of falling into the water.
The giant was wearing a dark blue robe, and the uncovered part leaked a silver-gray metallic luster, but it always exuded a unique smell similar to oil.
Suddenly, a fly buzzed over Bert Duffie's head. After he stood still for a while, they began to harass him with the courage to harass him, but none of them dared to approach the giant.
"Tell me, now, where is your bishop?"
Burt Duffie frowned at the problem.
“I—I—I—I—I—I—”
"Shh, be careful of your next words."
Bert Duffie swallowed.
"Now, I'm going to go to the temple for a meeting, and the bishop should be there too."
"Shrine."
The giant said with satisfaction:
"Look, you sound like a believer now, right?"
"You-you-you, are you an Astat?"
Burt Duffie didn't know if something was wrong in his mind, but he suddenly blurted out an obvious problem.
The giant laughed in a low voice.
“Yes, I am.”
He reached out and poked the man's chest, which made the other party wail in pain.
"I suspect this should be common sense. I think you must want to know what I believe in, guess?"
Burt Duffie shook his head.
"Oh, I bet you know, name the existence I believe."
Bert swallowed, reality numbing his tongue.
The giant got closer.
"I will tell you the answer, as long as you promise to keep this secret, you will, don't you? I agree immediately, come on, I know you're scared, I smelled it."
The man nodded, and he was so scared that he couldn't even say a word.
"I am the Emperor's Angel of Death, I am the final punishment of the Throne."
The giant carefully held Bert's neck and raised him to the same height as his face.
Suddenly, the cult leader made a moist sound, followed by a warm smell of defecation surrounding him.
"It looks like you know what I mean, that's great, great."
The scarlet eyepieces stared at him horrifically.
"Do you know what I'm thinking?"
The cold hands moved around Bert Duffie's neck and the man started crying.
“Is this betrayal too much for you?”
"What, what--"
Perhaps the man himself was confused, but in Sabrin's sight, his hands were struggling with a poor worm full of blisters and ulcerated skin.
Flies surrounded the man's head, and light green gas surged out of his facial features with every breath, and maggots went in and out of the holes in his skin.
With disgust, Sabrin suddenly exerted force.
With a thud, the opponent exploded like a ball.
"Fallen—"
Sabrin looked at the large tank that had almost turned into a sticky green swamp, and the disgusting subspace creatures wandering inside, and felt that the situation was getting worse and worse.
He didn't know how many people drank such water, nor did he know how many people were infected.