Plague Zombies

If only zombies were wandering across the planet's surface, it would merely mean a few extra steps of shooting and burning for the Imperium. But contamination of the planet's soil was something the Imperium could not accept.

As long as the Nurgle cultists' ritual to contaminate the planet was interrupted, the Imperium still had a chance to turn this world back into an agricultural world and produce vast quantities of food in the shortest possible time.

If they truly succeeded, this would very likely be the last time this planet ever produced food.

Inquisitor Viss thought so. Holding a high position, she naturally knew of the fierce internal turmoil in Cadia and the surrounding sectors. The Imperium had taken too many extreme measures to reinforce Cadia's defenses—measures that, even by her standards, amounted to killing the goose that laid the golden eggs.

After the purge, the agricultural world of Kakuo would certainly be subjected to emergency processing as well. There would be no bright sunlight or fragrant orchards in that process, only hissing high-starch corn.

The Adeptus Mechanicus priests would build fertilizer factories. The air would be dyed yellow, and the soil would turn loose and dusty. Fields of high-yield crops would stretch to the horizon, while massive harvesters greedily devoured every grain.

In the end, the planet would become a death world where nothing but sand remained under such extraction. A world drained of its last trace of nutrients could no longer become one of the bases supplying materials to Chaos traitors.

Viss's reflections were interrupted by Canoness Gevisiting's rebuke. She was ordering an overzealous Battle Sister to conserve the fuel of her flamer.

"There are too many of them." A Long Fang wielding a heavy bolter complained as he strode steadily forward and fired in sweeping bursts, keeping