Rebels: How Many Fleets Does a Living Saint Have?

The Nature Selection team and site staff got busy.

The technicians responsible for force field maintenance calibrated the energy matrix to stabilize the hull.

Adjust parameters for the upcoming acceleration.

The Tech-Priests in the engine room monitors the energy index and reactor output.

"The reactor is ready."

Technical expert report on the metallic face.

"Engine room ready."

A man in a navy uniform shouted.

"Gravity field calibration complete, no errors."

The Tech-Priest, dressed in a red robe, responded in a mechanical voice.

At that moment, a loud bell rang out, echoing through the cabins of the cruiser Nature Selection.

"Praise be to Omnissiah, praise be to the gears and pistons."

The Tech-Priest sang in unison.

A slight tremor came, like ripples quickly passing over the hull of the Nature Selection.

The tail thrusters of the Nature Selection ignited, spewing out azure light and propelling the massive ship slowly out of the harbor.

"It has truly set sail."

"Awesome, Kras."

"Dora Workshop YYDS".

"As expected of Doraemon, the Guide, he can create anything."

The players who had gathered at the port cheered.

Someone was filming with video equipment, recording this historic moment.

Humanity has not yet realized its dream of reaching the stars in the real world.

But they implemented it in Warhammer Online.

Their first ship has successfully set sail.

Even if it explodes into fireworks the next second, Nature Selection will still be considered a success.

After leaving the port, the Nature Selection began to accelerate and head towards Mandeville Point to conduct a test of Warp travel.

The players on the ship were all filled with excitement.

It's a different feeling from seeing the Imperial Glory or boarding other ships.

This is a kind of confidence, and an excitement that makes one look forward to the future.

The Nature Selection is the player's first ship.

Although it was just a light cruiser, it wouldn't even make a ripple on the Void battlefield between the Imperium and Chaos.

But it was still the first navigable ship built by the players themselves.

"Collect various data and check the operational status of each department of the warship."

MC Mythology calmly issued various commands.

Actually, he was terrified.

Although it was a game, this was the first time he had ever truly commanded a warship.

It was created by many players working together for several months.

If he messes it up, his reputation will be on par with someone who spills braised pork at a rural banquet.

Even if you quit the game, people will still talk about it.

To ensure everything went perfectly, MC Mythology specifically watched scenes from various science fiction games and studied the Navy's various commands, all in an effort to avoid making any mistakes.

"The engine compartment data is correct."

"A few errors were found in the gravity field parameters, which have been corrected."

"The Auspex is being deployed, and the scanning distance has been increased from 300 km to 200,000 km."

"The life support system is functioning well, and the temperature, humidity, and oxygen levels are within acceptable ranges for the human body."

"."

Various departments continuously reported to MC Mythology.

Although there are some minor flaws,

But natural selection was undoubtedly successful.

MC Mythology's mood gradually shifted from tense to relaxed, and he even had the mind to brainwash other players with empty promises.

"The success of Nature Selection means that we have the capability to industrialize the production of starships."

"Modular design and fully automated factory production lines are both correct approaches."

"We will soon have a massive number of warships, enough to blot out the sky and crush all enemies."

"But we shouldn't be too happy about this, but rather focus on another, more serious problem."

The players looked at MC Mythology, waiting for him to continue.

"The vast Milky Way has not even a single wonder. This is an insult to humanity, a disgrace to Stellaris players, Minecraft players, Civilization players, and the Wonder Dynasty."

"Brothers, we absolutely cannot tolerate this humiliation. Remember our oath."

MC Mythology shouted,

"From this day forward, we shall all swear that we will not indulge in pleasure, socialize, or fall in love; we will not strive for honor or disgrace, nor for rankings; and we will be loyal to the Emperor, even unto death."

"We are the craftsmen of the Emperor, the creators of wonders. We are the Great Wall against ignorance, the users of Megastructure technology. We dedicate our lives and passion to the Emperor, to wonders, today and every day."

After a passionate shout,

The players on the bridge blushed as he spoke, their blood boiling with excitement.

"What are we going to do?" MC Mythology shouted.

"Create a spectacle!"

"Speak louder, what are we going to do?"

"Create a spectacle!"

"Do what?"

"Create a spectacle!"

"Create a spectacle!"

"Create a spectacle!"

The players shouted in unison, their voices deafening, as if they had been recruited into a pyramid scheme.

MC Mythology nodded in satisfaction. That's more like it.

They will work day and night until wonders fill the Milky Way.

After a day and a night of flight, the Nature Selection arrived at Mandeville Point.

Players logged in and out several times during the game, but thanks to the presence of naval technicians, there were no major problems.

They had long been accustomed to the occasional departures of the God Chosen and had even devised a set of alternative plans.

When a God Chosen in a high position leaves, his lieutenant will step in and take over his duties.

Related news also circulated on forums and the official website, arousing envy and resentment among many Spectator Players.

"Damn, no way, you guys have already built the ship?"

"Why, why, why did you do this to me?"

When will the ninth batch of test slots be released?

"I really can't take it anymore, hurry up and release the spots, my withdrawal addiction is getting worse and worse."

"."

While Spectator Players were expressing their resentment in forums and chat groups,

The Nature Selection arrived at Mandeville Point.

"About to enter Warp, activate the Geller Field, lower the barrier."

MC Mythology shouted.

Inside the ship, the Psyker were being used as batteries, screamed in their sleep as the Geller Device was activated.

The Geller Field works by extracting their dreams as anchors to reality, thereby blocking the invasion of the Warp and forming a reality bubble.

In order to protect the Psyker to the greatest extent possible, so as not to drain them dry by maintaining the Geller Field.

Players designed a rotation mechanism for the psionic battery packs.

Make sure these Psyker only experience headaches after the journey ends.

There won't be a situation where the head explodes.

The Geller Field was activated, and the explosion-proof baffle fell down.

The Warp Engine tore open the Veil reality and the Immaterium, creating a rift.

The Nature Selection plunged in, and then escaped the Warp a few minutes later.

After testing, they arrived at an uninhabited star system twelve light-years away from the Planet Automata.

"It's a success."

"The journey through the Warp has been completed."

Upon learning that Nature Selection had successfully returned to the Realspace, the players cheered.

"Return to base," MC Mythology ordered. "Let us return like heroes."

After completing its Warp tests, Nature Selection also conducted a round of fire system tests, which all went smoothly.

It then returned to the port of Lycade Station.

The players, who had been waiting for a long time, cheered again.

Dora and the others at Dora Workshop were also very happy to receive the news.

The Nature Selection has undergone multiple rounds of testing and is ready for mass production.

"Let's set a small goal first: build ten thousand of them," Dora said ambitiously.

"Are you crazy?! Starting with debt? Ten thousand light cruisers? That's an outrageous scale."

The Grey Wolf stared wide-eyed at Dora with disbelief.

"Haven't you played Stellaris? With so many warships, the maintenance alone would be a huge expense."

"Maintain what? We produce them to sell, not for our own use." Dora rolled her eyes. "Do you think I'm building ten thousand warships to conquer the stars?"

'I thought you were going to build a fleet to bring free trade to all the worlds.'

"Your suggestion is not bad. The production capacity of Dora Workshop is increasing very quickly now, and there will definitely be a surplus in the future. We need to prepare in advance and seize the market by force in the future." Dora seriously considered Grey Wolf's words.

"Why don't we just stop maintaining the fleet and use our Contribution Points to overwhelm those players, hiring them to grab market share for us? That way we can save on the cost of maintaining the army and buy more machines."

"Alright, let's produce 10,000 light cruisers first," Dora said. "Give me a massive production rampage. It's time to let this universe feel the terror of the Fourth Calamity."

Watch Star is the home of the Hax Family, but it is now engulfed in war.

After the Colin Family's betrayal, Scintilla Hive World reduced to ruins...

Sector Lord Marius Hax retreated here with his confidants and family.

Continue to lead the Loyalists in resisting the rebels led by the Colin Family.

The Colin Family won several key battles in a row, routing the Loyalists and rendering them unable to fight back.

They then set their sights on Watch Star, intending to kill Marius Hax first to demoralize the Loyalists.

After more than a month of fierce fighting, the Hax Family's trusted troops were almost completely wiped out.

Sector Lord Marius Hax was dragged out of the palace by the rebels like a dog.

They were dragged to Ursus Colin, who was in charge of leading the campaign.

Ursus Colin was an outstanding naval commander, a member of the Colin Family, and was hailed as a military genius.

He was wearing a naval uniform with gold trim, looking down at the disheveled Marius Hax.

His lips curled up in a mocking smile.

Behind him stood several Chaos Sorcerer with cold, sinister gazes.

After the betrayal, the Colin Family no longer concealed their collusion with Chaos.

They even used the power of Chaos on several occasions to reverse the situation and win victories.

"Trash who betrayed the Emperor." Marius Hax spat at the man with all his might.

"Hahaha, that despicable Corpse Emperor, huh?" Ursus Colin's lips curled into a smirk. "So what if he betrayed us?"

"The era of Imperium has ended. The Despoiler have breached the Eye of Terror, the Great Rift Rend the entire Milky Way apart, and the Age of Gods has arrived."

"You're delusional. The Living Saint has already descended upon the Planet Automata, and the Imperium will ultimately win this war," Marius Hax said, coughing up blood.

"Living Saint?" Ursus Colin said with a sneer. "How many fleets does he have? He thinks he can defeat us and win the war?"

"Once we've dealt with the other Corpse Emperor, the Valancius Family will be served up and devoured. The Living Saint you speak of is powerless to change anything."

Just then, a soldier, looking anxious, jogged in.

"General, the servant we captured said that the governor's wife and children had already been sent away."

Ursus Colin looked at the dying Marius Hax at his feet and laughed.

"I never would have guessed that our Governor-General would dote on his wife and children so much that he would use himself as bait to create an opportunity for them to escape."

"It's a pity that none of them can escape. Immediately order the track to be sealed off and not allow any ships to leave."

"We want to keep the Hax Family together."

Soon, news came that the blockade had been too slow, and several cargo ships had escaped.

"Haha, looks like you won't get your way, you traitor."

"My child will live on and will return with the Imperium's army to Revenge."

Upon learning that his wife and children had escaped safely, Mario Hax coughed up blood and laughed.

"Then I'll send you to your death first."

Ursus Colin was somewhat annoyed. He took a heavy Warhammer from his subordinate.

He swung it down and smashed it down on Marius Hax's head.

Slamming again and again,

At first, Mario Hax was able to let out a few screams.

But after a few hammer blows, there was no sound.

After Ursus Colin finished venting his anger.

The former sector lord was reduced to a mangled corpse at his feet.

His head was smashed to pieces, and bright red blood and brain matter mingled together, staining the uniform emblazoned with the Imperial Aquila.