Blank Physique

Once players started grinding, disaster came for the mutants.

To compete for team rankings, the players put all the tactical knowledge they had learned online to use, including alternating cover and cover reconnaissance.

Because weapons and ammunition had to be exchanged for Contribution Points.

If they wasted too much and failed to earn it back, they would be at a loss.

There was also another point: dying too many times reduced the time available for farming monsters.

After a while, it became easy to fall behind everyone else's progression, causing their team ranking to drop.

After leaving the Tactical Projection Chamber, the three squads worked together to shoot down mutants.

When they reached a fork in the path, the three squads split up and headed to different areas to carry out their clearing missions.

Old Bird, Warmaster, Ten-Timer, Magical Monkey (to catch a Heart Element for Magical Monkey liquor), and Dovahkiin (Dovahkiin is also a God Chosen) formed one squad.

Their mission was to recover control of the Data Processing Hub.

That place contained the data from the entire ship.

Only after that data had undergone preliminary processing by specialized Servitors and Cogitators would it be distributed to the various departments and work groups.

Old Bird had previously taken down the Chaos Ogryns through self-destruction, earning the most Contribution Points.

As a result, his squad had the most luxurious weapon loadout.

The only heavy machine gun was in their hands.

With its terrifying rate of fire and damage, they practically bulldozed their way forward.

Those mutants could not even get close before being riddled into piles of charred, stinking flesh.

Another wave of mutants attacked, only to be crushed by the squad.

"Old Bird."

Warmaster placed a hand on Old Bird's shoulder and kept waggling his eyebrows.

He looked exactly like a sleazy man trying to pick up an innocent girl.

"What are you doing?!" Old Bird's eyes widened in terror.

"I just think you're amazing. I admire you so much." Warmaster's voice turned shrill.

"Get lost. I'm not interested in men, so don't even think about it."

"You bastard, don't tell me Slaanesh tempted you into becoming a femboy heretic?!"

Old Bird's eyes widened as he put a hand on the grip of his pistol, ready to execute him at any moment.

Warmaster looked stunned. "Old Bird, I just wanted to borrow the heavy machine gun for a spin. You're the one having inappropriate thoughts about me??"

"Get lost!"

Old Bird nearly spat blood. His face immediately darkened, but he also let out a sigh of relief.

"If you wanted to use the machine gun, then say so. Acting all gay scared the hell out of me."

"Hehe, that's because your heretical thoughts aren't pure enough."

Warmaster shoved Old Bird aside and took over as the machine gunner.

"Move, move, pick up the pace. Blood for the God-Emperor, skulls for the throne. Right now, I don't want to know anything. I only know I'm about to go on a killing spree."

The little interlude did not affect the squad's advance.

They moved quickly.

Ordinary mutants were no match for them.

They were harvested like weeds, turned into the squad's Faith Points and Contribution Points.

As the battle continued, they encountered some gun-wielding mutants.

Those mutants fired at the players.

But due to Warp corruption and their muddled minds.

Their aim was terrible, about the same as bot players.

Their only advantage was their fearlessness in the face of death.

They caused some trouble, but were quickly focused down.

During that time, Ten-Timer leveled up and gained a new skill: Aether Shard.

This skill allowed him to condense Aether Shards like ice crystals and fire them out.

Their trajectory was fairly erratic, but their penetrating power was formidable.

They could easily pierce through helmets.

"I'm so jealous. Ten-Timer, you're actually a Psyker."

Dovahkiin watched enviously as Ten-Timer threw Aether Shards that pierced through the heads of two mutants.

He was a proper Warhammer battle mage.

But Dovahkiin's envy did not last long.

The reason was that after throwing a few times, Ten-Timer dropped to his knees and cried that his head hurt.

Even after being helped back up, he needed a long time to recover before he could keep fighting with his gun.

His combat efficiency was worse than simply holding a gun and blasting away nonstop.

Relying on coordination and tactics, the squad swept through every enemy along the way.

The strongest enemies they encountered were a group of armed crewmen.

But thanks to the power of the Multi-laser Heavy Bolter and their ambush tactics.

They successfully took control of the Data Processing Hub at the cost of two people being shot and wounded.

The Servitors and Tech-Priests responsible for processing data in the Data Processing Hub were already dead.

However, the Cogitator wetware and Computational Slaves were still working and had not suffered much damage.

"Watching videos before, I didn't think much of it. Seeing it up close now really makes my Scalp crawl."

"You have to remember that these things are alive. They're scarier than horror movies."

Old Bird pointed at the rows of Computational Slaves lining the walls.

Those slaves had their limbs cut off, their eyelids sewn shut, and their bodies fixed into metal grooves. Their brains and spines were connected to dense masses of cables and nutrient tubes.

"Warhammer style. Wetware is more reliable than silicon-based chips."

Warmaster shrugged. "At least it's not so easily infected by Warp Scrapcode Viruses."

"Enough of that. First, follow the Guide's instructions: reboot the data system and activate the Scrapcode Purge Program."

Ten-Timer stepped forward and told the squad members to get to work.

Meanwhile, the other two squads were also methodically clearing mutants.

Brother Zhong and Scalp led a squad formed by Milk Dragon (Milk Dragon Wants to be Emperor's Chosen), Movie Bro (Slaanesh's Chosen Porn-Peddler), and Strategist (Zhuge Captures Ka'bandha Seven Times).

Their equipment was not as good as Ten-Timer's squad, but their firepower was still fierce.

Their mission was to recover the Communications Command Room.

With tactical coordination and savage firepower, they quickly reached their destination.

The blast door to the Communications Command Room had not been closed.

The faint sound of machinery operating could be heard inside.

Bloodstains and mangled limbs remained on the floor.

It seemed that fierce fighting had broken out here when the warship suffered its accident.

Grotesque mutants wandered around the platform outside the door.

The most conspicuous among them were two enemies in black hooded robes, implanted with tentacle-like devices.

When the battle began, those two enemies unleashed psychic attacks on the players.

Rumble! Rumble!

A bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere.

Milk Dragon, who had charged in front, was blasted away by the lightning. His whole body convulsed, black smoke rose from his hair, and he collapsed.

"Chaos Psykers." Brother Zhong's expression changed drastically. "Focus fire and take them out first."

The other players raised their guns and unleashed a barrage at the two Chaos Psykers.

But a transparent barrier appeared, blocking the incoming lasers and bullets.

"It's a Psychic Barrier." Strategist frowned. "This thing can redirect ranged attacks into the Warp."

"Then I'll punish them with my little knife."

Movie Bro held a gun in one hand and a dagger in the other as he charged at the enemy.

The next second, another bolt of lightning appeared and blasted him away too.

"Damn it, eat a plasma cannon shot from yours truly."

Scalp raised his Plasma Gun, aimed at the two Chaos Psykers, and pulled the trigger.

He was particularly fond of this Plasma Gun.

He was always muttering things like, "A loyal plasma gun never overheats," and, "The Machine Spirit is displeased."

The plasma orb traced a beautiful arc through the air as it flew toward the Chaos Psykers.

But the next second, the plasma orb struck the Psychic Barrier and was swallowed whole.

That sight made the players' eyes widen.

They had now personally experienced the power of Psykers.

A plasma orb capable of killing Chaos Ogryns in one shot could not break a Psyker's shield.

"Screw it, eat my human bomb."

Milk Dragon staggered to his feet, lifted his clothes, and revealed the Melta Bombs strapped around his waist.

But before Milk Dragon could run more than a few steps, he could no longer move.

He was firmly restrained by an invisible psychic force.

"I'm doing it too. No matter what, we have to take the Communications Command Room."

Brother Zhong also revealed the Melta Bombs at his waist and charged at the Psykers with the resolve to die.

One Chaos Psyker tried to control Brother Zhong the same way it had controlled Milk Dragon.

However, this time, its method failed, allowing Brother Zhong to rush forward unhindered.

As Brother Zhong drew near, the transparent Psychic Barrier around the Chaos Psykers shattered like a bubble.

The two Chaos Psykers froze at the sudden development and instinctively widened their eyes.

Strategist seized the opportunity from afar and pulled the trigger of his Lasgun repeatedly.

Ruby-like laser beams cut through the air, pierced the Chaos Psykers' heads, and took their lives.

"I haven't even started trying yet!! How are they already dead?"

Brother Zhong, who had been prepared to die together with them, stared wide-eyed at the fallen Chaos Psykers in astonishment.

"Could you have a Blank physique?" Strategist walked over and examined Brother Zhong.

"That's possible." Scalp agreed with Strategist.

"I don't know either. Forget it, let's not study this for now. Go inside and check the Communications Command Room."

Brother Zhong stepped through the doorway, and the other players followed close behind.

Movie Bro also staggered up from the ground.

The armor plates on his body had reduced most of the damage, and combined with his formidable physical constitution.

Although the psychic lightning had left his entire body in agonizing pain, he was still alive.

Frost had formed across the floor of the Communications Command Room.

This was caused by uncontrolled psychic overflow.

A huge transparent psychic chamber stood fixed in the central area of the communications room.

Data cables thicker than an adult's waist connected the base and top of the psychic chamber.

The Astropaths soaking in nutrient fluid inside the chamber had been dead for some time.

Astropaths were essential to the Empire's faster-than-light communications.

On the astronomical scale of the Void, light speed was too slow. Only with Astropaths could battlefield information be transmitted quickly while ignoring the laws of physics.

For interstellar communication, an Astropath Choir was needed to pierce the veil and transmit messages.

"Report to the Guide through the communicator. Tell him that the Communications Command Room's faster-than-light communication function has failed."

"Unless we can find an Astropath."

After checking everything over, Brother Zhong spoke to Strategist.

"Understood." Strategist nodded.

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