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"Damn it, who are you?"

The tone of the voice on the other end revealed panic.

"I am the heretical Psyker you once spoke of, the Emperor's Living Saint, the Redemption of human civilization, and the Guide of the Imperium."

Qin Yun introduced himself, word by word.

"No! This is impossible. How could Lieutenant General Petre possibly fail?"

"It's all fake, it's all fake."

"..."

Qin Yun did not reply to the other party, but instead reached out and closed the communication.

He turned to Sard and gave the order.

"Take control of this warship, and in the name of the Emperor, destroy any that dare to resist."

"Understood, Living Saint."

Sard turned and walked away with heavy steps, the Power Klaw of the Dreadnought humming, a ghostly blue force field covering them.

The other veterans followed Sard out of the bridge to take control of key areas of the battleship.

At this moment, the player area channel was discussing Qin Yun's battle record.

Old Bird: "Holy crap, the Guide has made a move! It paralyzed the enemy's flagship Truth's Light, in just ten minutes after boarding! My God!"

Reckless General: "When I saw the real-time intelligence feedback, I thought the system was malfunctioning. What is Operation Lightning? This is Operation Lightning."

Warmaster: "I thought I had caught up with the Guide, but after crossing one mountain, I saw countless mountains instead."

Ten-Timer: "You think the title 'Greater Daemon of E' is a joke?! In a while, he'll be wielding Lance and cutting down a fleet. Angron is awesome, right? The Guide will be even more awesome!"

Little Fatty: "Brothers, let's keep grinding so the Guide can keep getting stronger. We won't rest until the Milky Way explodes."

Blood Pigeon: "The scale is clearly insufficient. Even if the Milky Way explodes, we will not rest."

Little Fatty: "Damn it, you're going to roll this too?"

Blood Pigeon: "Why are you constantly racking up points if you're not going to participate?"

Little Fatty: "What, are you afraid I'll steal your second place?"

Blood Pigeon: "You think I'm afraid of you? I'll show you what a kamikaze suicide squad in the Warhammer 40K version is like."

Warmaster: "..."

Little Fatty: "..."

Ten-Timer: "Do you guys have to be so curly?!... Damn it."

"..."

Sibellus's Hive City.

At this time, the area was covered by Imperium artillery fire, and everything was collapsing and burning.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fighter jets swept overhead, and massive bombs roared down, exploding with deafening explosions and kicking up small Mushroom.

Each explosion shook the earth, and after the tremors subsided, it continued to scatter scorched earth across the sky.

The Imperium army is advancing into the Hive City with unstoppable momentum.

The Zaku Mechs strode heavily across the collapsed ruins, using its mounted cannons and missiles to precisely snipe at the rebel's firepower fortresses.

Beneath them, swarms of infantry clad in Exoskeleton Armor surged forward like waves, slaughtering the rebel soldiers who had not yet managed to escape.

The tank formation roared as it rampaged through the city ruins.

The gunboats roared past, providing fire support to the ground team.

In the core area of Sibellus's Hive City.

The leaders of the traitors gathered here.

After ending the communication, Sonas seemed to have lost all his strength and slumped into the soft chair.

He tried to get up, but he couldn't muster any strength.

"How did it go? Did Lieutenant General Petre win?"

"Yeah, when do we counterattack?"

"After seizing control of the orbit, we'll bombard those guys a few times first; that's their favorite tactic. We'll give them a taste of their own medicine."

Sonas didn't reply, nor did he know how to reply.

They thought that once reinforcements arrived, the Imperium would be utterly defeated and routed.

As a result, Lieutenant General Petre, the commander of the reinforcements, was killed by the Emperor Living Saint, and the flagship Truth's Light, was also captured by the enemy.

It's only been a short time since Vice Admiral Petre's fleet entered the physical universe, and they've already lost.

Is there any need to fight this war?

Continuing to persist will only lead to certain death.

"What if we get captured..."

Thinking of this, Sonas's face showed fear.

He knew how ruthless the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy were towards traitors.

If they fall into the hands of these two departments, they will absolutely suffer a fate worse than death.

We must not be captured alive.

Sonas's gaze hardened.

"Governor Sonas?" Someone realized something was wrong.

The others also sensed that something was wrong, and their eyes all fell on Sonas.

"What exactly happened?"

"Have we been abandoned? Or has there been no support at all?"

"..."

Everyone was talking at once, filled with unease.

Sonas looked around at everyone,

"We haven't been abandoned, but we won't be getting any reinforcements either."

The group looked at each other, not understanding what the other person was saying.

"Because the reinforcements were defeated by the enemy, Lieutenant General Petre has died at the hands of that Emperor Living Saint."

These words turned everyone's faces pale, and several people were so frightened that they were stunned.

Dead?

A naval vice admiral died just like that?

This is too frivolous!

"What should we do, Governor Sonas?" someone asked.

"Yeah, what do we do? The Imperium's firepower is too strong."

"Should we surrender?"

"Surrender is also death. Don't forget how the Imperium punishes traitors!"

"..."

Sonas watched the leaders argue and gave a desolate smile.

How triumphant he was when he was appointed governor of the planet Scintilla after defeating the Imperium Loyalists!

From a tax official to the Planetary Governor, he wields immense power, able to decide the life and death of countless people with a single word.

As long as the Imperium Loyalists can be completely driven out of the Calixis Sector, the Colin Family can rest easy.

But before they could even enjoy their dream for a few days, the Imperium's Revenge army arrived.

Sonas pulled out a pulse Las-pistol.

He stuffed it into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

The scorching beam of light pierced his brain in an instant.

This scene left the arguing rebel leaders dumbfounded.

Coming to their senses, they fled in panic, no longer daring to remain in Sibellus's Hive City.

Seeing that their leaders had all fled, how could the men possibly continue fighting? They fled as well.

The defensive line, which had been holding on for a while, completely collapsed.

Sibellus's Hive City battlefield degenerated into a one-sided massacre.

Void Battlefield.

With the flagship decapitated, the enemy fleet was thrown into chaos.

First, the command authority was unclear, with several officers of the same rank.

Secondly, the psychological pressure and fear brought to them after the flagship was decapitated.

Xia seized the opportunity and pressed forward with all her might, separating them.

In addition to the powerful firepower of the Imperial Glory,

Once targeted, they are almost always destined to be destroyed.

"Brothers, for the glory of the Chapter, we must win. As soon as we find an opportunity, we'll charge in headfirst."

"Let us move forward, forward, forward, forward."

Blood Pigeon, piloting his fighter jet, shouted into the communications.

They piloted their Void fighters and charged into the Void battlefield.

Whenever an opportunity arose, they would pilot fighter jets loaded with high-explosive charges toward enemy ships and launch suicide attacks.

To ensure a higher success rate, players like Blood Pigeon specifically target the stern thrusters or bridge of the ship.

If successful, the enemy ships will be basically crippled.

After dying, I was resurrected with Faith Points after an hour and then continued.

Using this tactic, they actually managed to improve their Warfare Score.

After the Void War ended, the Eagle Soars Nine Heavens Chapter temporarily took the lead over the Emperor's Cattle Warband by a narrow margin, becoming the number one team on the leaderboard.

"Damn it, no sportsmanship at all! You damned scoundrels!" Warmaster shouted indignantly. "Then let's all roll together and see who can outrun whom."

The players of the Emperor's Cattle Warband were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

They would grind missions relentlessly as soon as they logged in, and they would go wherever they heard of an important rebel leader.

This led some new players to joke that all they had to do was shout at the sky, "There's an important boss here!"

The next second, players from the Emperor's Cattle Warband arrived through Portal.

It's faster than the Dark Angels capturing Fallen Angels.

With Sibellus's victory at the Battle of Sibelius 'Hive City, the Scintilla Battle came to an end.

While many rebels still remain entrenched in the Scintilla Hive World, the remaining task is simply cleanup, not war.

Qin Yun took some time to release version 2.1.

Appropriately alter the flow of time in the player's real world and the Warhammer Universe.

That way, players can stay for much longer.

The problem is that once they go offline, they can be gone for a long time.

A balance needs to be found between the two.

Qin Yun plans to extend the timer gradually to allow players to adapt.

We also need to see how the players react to determine the appropriate ratio of time flow between the two worlds.

Beyond the Milky Way, the slumbering Necron Dynasty — the Haksos Dynasty— has been revived.

A massive, mountain-like black Pyramid flew out of the ground.

The enormous crescent-shaped spaceship slid out of the dimensional rift like folded blades.

The Tomb Canoptek Scarabs and Canoptek Spyder decompose all the Active Metal from the former tombs, vaults, and tunnels to reshape the ship's hull or store them away.

The entire planet became an empty shell, with cracks crisscrossing through its long-extinguished, dead core.

The tomb Pyramid float in Void, magnificent beyond compare.

The passageways within are intricate and complex, with numerous Tomb guardians, Necron generals, or vassal overlords standing like statues.

As the Phaerakh of the Dynasty, Setka stood before the cold throne, a blue star map projection floating in front of him.

The star chart is very complex, with symbols representing stars, planets, and spatial features flashing at its core.

It is far more complex than the star charts used by humans, showing both the past and future appearance of the Stellaris.

Setka read through the messages left by the intruders, meticulously piecing together information about them.

"Ahriman must die, he and all his followers must die."

As he spoke, the star map shifted, a line extending into the depths of the Stellaris, eventually reaching the Calixis Sector, which humans have named after them.

Setka turned his head and looked at the overlords standing below the throne.

One of the overlords stepped forward and bowed to him.

"Our Pharaoh, everything is subject to your will."

Setka reached out and tapped the Stellaris. "I bestow upon you the glory of annihilating the invaders. Complete it."

"I will." The Necron Overlord lowered his head, his tone respectful.