Lin Fan's order reached Colonel Erika. The Krieg regiment carried forward its fine tradition of doing more and asking fewer questions, and built a toilet.
They also set up a ring of minefields and defensive positions around it. Every Krieg soldier gripped their weapon tightly, waiting for some fiend to burst out of that sturdy toilet.
Creak.
The toilet door opened. Colonel Erika observed through her binoculars and did not immediately order the soldiers to attack.
She saw Lin Fan adjusting his trousers and waving at her. Erika cleanly vaulted over the sandbags with one hand.
She sprinted to Lin Fan's side and saluted.
"At ease, Colonel Erika. Tell the troops to stand down. No demon came out."
"Yes, sir."
"Ahem. Remember to have the troops restore this place afterward. Don't dismantle this toilet; the things inside will be very useful."
"You mean those excrement?"
"Ahem..." Lin Fan's old face reddened as he remembered that what he had produced was rather strange.
"You'll understand after taking a look yourself."
Pushing open the door, Erika saw that the bunker-like toilet was filled with grass and flowers. Yet this was a bunker made of concrete mixed with ceramite powder.
There should have been no possibility of plants growing here.
"You did all this?"
"Strictly speaking, Nurgle did it... But it wouldn't be wrong to say I did it either..."
Lin Fan rubbed his abdomen. He still felt as if his stomach were full of soup and liquid; that old Nurgle broth had not been digested at all.
Instead, the things he ate seemed to pass through it and become extraordinarily full of life.
That should be a good thing. While he could not handle restoring a planet's atmosphere, he could at least manage restoring its soil... He wondered whether the Tyranids liked