The Emperor's New Beasts of Burden Are About to Come Online

Qin Yun primarily examined the equipment he had obtained and the skills he had improved.

The first piece of equipment he inspected was the bolter he had acquired from Pascal Hanemann.

He noticed that the grip of the gun was plated in matte chrome that resembled exquisite bone carving.

Both sides were decorated with a Double-Headed Eagle and a hollowed-out human skull, respectively.

On both sides of the barrel, there was a line of small, gold-plated text.

"Loyalty is its own reward";

"Death is salvation".

A golden light screen emerged, introducing the story of this bolter to Qin Yun.

[Name: Locke-Pattern Bolter.

Description: A standard bolter used by the Imperium. It possesses immense power, and upon hitting a target, it triggers an explosion, dealing secondary damage to the enemy.

Awarded to the first ancestor of the Hanemann Family for their meritorious service, it has been passed down as a holy relic since the family's founding.

The loyal faith of generations of the Hanemann Family is condensed within this bolter.

When a bullet is fired, there is a certain probability of dealing critical damage to the target.

"If you do not want the Machine Spirit to go on strike during battle, daily maintenance is essential."

]

"May you find rest."

Caressing the bolter in his hands, Qin Yun held a moment of silence for Captain Pascal Hanemann.

A loyal soul had returned to the Throne.

Qin Yun also mourned for every deceased person on this ship.

They were all loyalists of the Imperium.

They had once fought fiercely against the Black Legion at the edge of the Eye of Terror near Cadia Fortress.

Had it not been for the accident involving the damaged Geller Field, they would surely have continued to fight in the name of the Imperium until their very last drop of blood was shed.

"How many sacrifices must humanity make before true salvation is attained?"

Qin Yun placed the bolter back into the holster at his waist, drew the power sword, and examined it closely.

[Name: Departmento Munitorum Standard Power Sword

Description: A power weapon commissioned by the Departmento Munitorum and forged on Mars, typically issued to officers holding high-ranking positions.

Once the power field is activated, the blade becomes exceptionally sharp, capable of slicing through armor and steel with ease.

"The heads of heretics are like tofu before it."

]

A power sword was considered a precious individual melee weapon.

Only a few Forge Worlds still possessed the relevant manufacturing technology.

Once a power sword is activated, a faint blue energy field typically covers the blade.

This energy field generates a molecular dissociation effect during an attack.

Qin Yun reached out to touch the cold blade.

With its help, the upcoming cleanup work would certainly proceed more smoothly.

After stowing the power sword away, Qin Yun checked his skills.

[Skill: Throwing (Novice) upgraded to: Throwing (Proficient)

Learned Skill: One-handed Sword (Novice)

]

The throwing skill had been learned while tossing grenades.

The higher the level, the more precise the throw.

The one-handed sword skill had been mastered after obtaining the power sword and using it to slay enemies.

It seemed he would need to practice his swordsmanship when he had the time.

In the corridor of the bridge.

Magical Monkey and Dovahkiin were gathered around a paralyzed Automated Turret.

"Are you sure this is how you fix it?"

Magical Monkey, holding a screwdriver, tinkered with the complex circuitry.

Dovahkiin stood behind him, holding the manual.

They were both students majoring in mechanical maintenance.

Looking at this damaged Automated Turret.

I just wanted to see how realistic this game really is and if it's possible to fix it.

"There's no doubt about it. The Tech-Priests are still using binary code, so the Imperium must be using technical principles we're familiar with."

"Like this: you use the Cogitator wetware as a processor to handle data and output commands, this is the servo motor for adjusting left and right orientation, and this is the sensor."

".."

The Imperium of Man inherited all its technology from the STC template technology of the Golden Age.

The scientists who designed the STC templates took into account every possible situation humans might encounter when colonizing alien planets.

They utilized a foolproof approach to operation and maintenance.

If a module breaks, you just replace it.

As for how it actually functions, the user doesn't need to worry about that at all.

After some tinkering, Magical Monkey and Dovahkiin actually managed to repair the Automated Turret and even reprogrammed it, slightly increasing its efficiency.

Upon hearing the news, the players swarmed over.

Watching the Automated Turret rotate and scan for targets, everyone's eyes went wide.

"This actually works?? This game is so awesome I don't even know how to describe it!!"

"What's the difference between this and the real world?"

"I'm not well-read, so I can only say one thing: awesome."

".."

Qin Yun arrived to inspect the work.

After confirming that the Automated Turret was truly back in operation.

He was also quite shocked.

He hadn't expected the players to give him such a surprise.

Encouragement—he had to provide encouragement.

Qin Yun turned around and announced something to the players.

"Players Magical Monkey and Dovahkiin have repaired the turret; each is rewarded with ten thousand Contribution Points."

The players erupted into an uproar.

"You can even get Contribution Points for this."

"Games are the best. Here, taking the initiative to work actually gets you rewarded."

"I'm jealous. I'm going to call Mars immediately; someone here is desecrating the holy Machine Spirit."

"Brothers, let's grind! 996 isn't loyal enough anymore; we must go 007."

".."

Seeing Dovahkiin and Magical Monkey receive their rewards.

The players were all brimming with motivation.

Before Qin Yun even issued any quests, they were already actively looking for things to do.

Seeing the players so self-motivated, Qin Yun felt gratified and let them get to work.

Once they produced results, he would simply issue the rewards.

Around six in the evening.

Qin Yun sat at the console and opened the chat group interface.

He prepared to release the second batch of reservation slots.

At this moment, the administrator, Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud, was in the group sharing the latest findings and guides.

Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "After exploring, we've discovered quite a bit of new content regarding the next map and new gameplay mechanics."

A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "(JPG: Gritting teeth), I haven't even gotten my access yet? How are you guys already playing on a new map?"

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "The Regent is very angry; the Regent is going to declare you all heretics."

I Don't Want to Be a Stinky Can: "I'll give you damn first-batch players a bowl of Grandfather Nurgle's soup."

"Administrator [Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud] has enabled group mute."

Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "Wait until I finish speaking before you look at me with jealous, hateful eyes (doge face for self-preservation)."

"Last night, under the leadership of Guide, we recaptured the command hall. There, we received a distress signal sent by the Valancius Family from Planet Automata."

"The Astropaths of the Imperial Glory are long dead, yet the communication system was still able to receive a distress signal."

"This means the message wasn't an astropathic transmission, but one received after arriving in this system, which indicates the new map is located near the Imperial Glory."

"Let me tell you about the background of the new map: this Valancius is a family that holds a Rogue Trader warrant signed by the Emperor himself, and Planet Automata is their colony."

"Due to the expansion of the Eye of Terror, Chaos cultists rioted and launched a massive rebellion; the situation is currently out of control."

"A Lunar-class Cruiser requires thousands of people just to keep it barely operational."

"Besides that, we still need to repair the hull and replenish supplies, so heading to Planet Automata after reclaiming the Imperial Glory is an absolute necessity."

"The Imperial Glory will restock supplies and personnel at Planet Automata, while also participating in the war on the planet to suppress local Cultists and restore the glory of the God-Emperor."

"As for whether we will help the Valancius Family, or how we might help, that remains unknown; we need more clues to analyze the situation."

"The second point concerns new gameplay; two players managed to repair an Automated Turret using their specialized knowledge and were rewarded with ten thousand Contribution Points."

"This shows that the game developers are encouraging us to explore more playstyles. It's not just about killing monsters; we can also farm or take the logistics route."

"This is a huge boon for science students. Building megastructures like Castigator Titans, Dyson Spheres, or a Halo is no longer just a dream."

"That covers all the gains from the game today. If there is any new intel, I will update you all immediately."

"Administrator [Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud] has lifted the group mute."

God-Chosen Alpaca: "I'm so envious and jealous! I haven't even started playing yet, and you guys have already unlocked new ways to play!!"

Spiky Hair is the Symbol of the Strong: "A Rogue Trader warrant?? And one signed by the Emperor himself? This Valancius Family is no simple matter."

Lost Krieg: "This Valancius Family seems fishy. To possess a warrant signed by the Emperor, yet be reduced to seeking help from a Lunar-class Cruiser of unknown origin."

Dora is the True Omnissiah: "I can't take it anymore, I need to play too. I'm addicted, and I desperately need a game slot to cure me."

".."

While the group chat was heating up, Qin Yun sent a message.

The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor: "Game slots are ready. I'll post them in the group at 7:00 PM sharp. Those who want one can click to reserve."

As soon as the message went out, the group became even more lively.

Messages tagging @Qin Yun never stopped.

Some people even tried to add him as a friend to buy a game slot with money.

Qin Yun ignored them all.

At 7:00 PM, he released the reservation link.

The Slave Group was full of Warhammer Enthusiasts, and after a full day of fermentation and discussion, many members had been waiting for a long time.

The thirty reservation slots were snatched up in less than a minute.

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "No, why didn't I get one? The Great Ravager has already breached the Cadia Fortress, human civilization is in peril, and the citizens of the Empire need the great Regent to return. You aren't just snatching game slots; you're snatching the hope of the Empire's citizens!"

God-Chosen Alpaca: "Haha, I got one."

I Don't Want to Be a Stinky Can: "Damn, my hands were too slow."

Spiky Hair is the Symbol of the Strong: "Snatching a reservation slot is a piece of cake."

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "[Angry Emoji]"

University Dormitory.

Sun Yi had just arrived at his dorm when he saw a package at his door.

He tore it open and nearly screamed with excitement.

Inside was the Warhammer Online Game Helmet.

"Haha, it's here, it's finally here. Tonight, I shall go on a killing spree."

Just then, his phone vibrated, and a message popped up.

Zhao Ya: "I'm free tonight. I just went shopping with my Girlfriends; why don't you come out later and we can grab a bite to eat?"

Sun Yi frowned.

This Zhao Ya went to the same school as him, and their relationship was somewhat ambiguous.

Usually, they would go out for meals and such.

But it never progressed any further.

And every time they ate, he was the one paying the bill.

"Should I go eat? After all, she did invite me."

The next second.

Slap!

Sun Yi suddenly slapped himself across the face.

"How could I let a woman I haven't even won over yet delay my loyalty? The God-Emperor needs me."

Sun Yi turned off his phone, put on the helmet, and embarked on his own Warhammer journey.

PS: Here's a meme, loyalty every day.

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