Harvest! Starting Now!

Gao Yi observed the battle through Damon's perspective while listening to the Voidship officers' reports.

"Captain! Cargo Areas A through D have been cleared. According to Servitor Skull scans, crew losses in the cargo zone are as high as 70%. The rescued crew members must undergo further Purity Tests before returning to duty."

"Can the remaining personnel keep the Voidship running normally?"

"Barely, but it's possible. I hope your warriors can save more people!"

"Navigator Eunice, when can we jump out of the Warp?"

"A Warp current is preventing me from finding a safe route. This is clearly caused by the uprising. Chaos Corruption is like an invisible hand gripping us tightly. I see countless eyes staring at us from the void! Some unknown entity doesn't want us to leave easily. But thanks to your warriors, I can sense this power weakening! Soon, the Emperor's light will guide us again. Once we leave the Warp, we can head to the nearest planet to resupply. As a Rogue Trader, you hold unmatched status in this sector. We can demand enough personnel from the planet's ruler to replenish our losses."

After hearing Eunice's words, Gao Yi nodded in agreement. Since awakening his psionic powers, he too could sense the Warp's fluctuations within the ship. As more areas were cleared, the Warp's influence inside the vessel was gradually weakening. Everything was moving in the right direction.

"Having an identity from the start really is nice. At least I don't have to do everything myself—just give orders, and people will carry them out, even sacrifice themselves."

Gao Yi's mindset, having only arrived in this world two days ago, was slowly beginning to shift. In this position, he started thinking like a captain. Life, to him, had become a number.

"Commander! We've encountered some unusual enemies!"

Damon's voice came through the comms. His squad had been suppressed for the first time. When they reached the Church, they found enemies besieging it. The Church was nearly breached. They had caught the enemy off guard—dozens of Nurgle Cultists were blown to pieces on the spot. But the remaining cultists reacted quickly. They used the Living Dead as shields and hid among the complex nearby buildings.

Hearing Damon's report, Gao Yi closed his eyes again. He was shocked to find that the CMC-armored soldiers had suffered their first casualty? The dead soldier's CMC Combat Suit had a corroded hole in the chest, and the helmet visor was open. The soldier inside stared wide-eyed in disbelief, never knowing how he died. His face was tinged with an eerie green, and blood mixed with pus oozed from his seven orifices.

Connie frowned, kneeling beside the soldier. Too fast... even the Nanites couldn't save him in time.

"The medical Nanites have reported back. Seven lethal viruses were detected in his body. Their Gene Sequences aren't in the medical database, but both the fatality rate and transmission rate are extremely high. How is this possible? How can both traits appear in every virus?"

Through others' perspectives, Gao Yi spotted the special enemies Damon mentioned. They were the Nurgle Cultists. Seven heretics held seven bells, pouring bowls of thick soup over themselves. With each bell they shook, swarms of Plague Flies burst from their bodies like cocoons. These seven cultists were seven hives, and in front of them, masses of Living Dead blocked the incoming bullets. A torrent of Plague Flies surged toward the soldiers' line. The flies were too small for the C-14 to effectively stop—only the Firebat's flames had any effect. Gao Yi watched as a Machine Gunner, too slow to retreat, was engulfed by a swarm. Each Plague Fly was like a tiny Plague Bomb, bursting to spray highly corrosive blood that ate through the combat suit's armor. They didn't need to fully corrode the suit—just one breach, like the fragile visor, and the lethal plague would kill the soldier inside instantly.

"Aaaah! Kill me! Flame me now! For the Emperor, return to the Golden Throne!"

Hearing his comrade's dying roar, the soldier inside the Firebat gritted his teeth and aimed his weapon at his own ally. The flames consumed the Plague Flies and the unlucky soldier alike.

"Psykers? Those bastards are using Chaos Sorcery! Damon, you have to find a way to take them out first, or these Plague Flies will never stop!"

These Plague Flies weren't living creatures—they were condensed by Chaos Sorcery. Damon struggled to find a firing angle, but the cultists hid behind the Living Dead. Forcing a charge would mean heavy losses from the flies. The Firebats were too slow; by the time they closed in, the cultists would have fled. And the plasma fuel tanks didn't have enough fuel!

"Damn it! Commander, I can't find them!"

Damon was getting anxious. The battle had hit a stalemate.

"Still lacking Decapitation Strike Capability... Psykers play too big a role in conventional combat. Wait... with this terrain, can I just recruit Reapers?"

The Barracks could produce Reaper gear, but Reapers weren't like Machine Gunners. Users needed months of training to operate them, and they weren't suited for frontline combat, so Gao Yi hadn't produced any. But now, maybe this high-mobility unit could work wonders? In the game, Gao Yi never liked fielding Reapers—also called Reapers. His poor micro made multi-tasking a disaster. Reapers would drain his minerals, and what about macro? What macro? He was too busy microing! So he'd always ignored this unit.

No time to waste. Gao Yi's Psionic Crystal count was nearing ten thousand. He spent a thousand to recruit five Reapers. Beams of light appeared on the battlefield again. Damon and his squad were the warp anchors, allowing Gao Yi to project units right beside them. Soon, Reapers appeared—lightly armored, with Twin-Turbine Hover Jetpacks strapped to their backs.

Both sides spotted these unusual soldiers, but only Damon and the other Machine Gunners who had been directly summoned to this world knew what they were capable of.

"Reapers!"

Taking in the complex structures around him, Damon instantly understood Gao Yi's intent.

Thanks to the fact that Warhammer ships weren't like those in traditional sci-fi—each vessel was a city in itself, packed with countless makeshift buildings and towering deck heights.

Terrain that would bog down ordinary troops was no obstacle for the Reapers.

The jump packs on their backs let them easily leap onto nearby rooftops, bypassing the Zombies entirely, and their mobility was more than enough to dodge the Plague Flies' attacks.

"Reaping. Starts now."