We Found a Toaster

Qin Yun performed the Aquila Salute to the Emperor's statue inside the Chapel of Prayers, offering his prayer.

As the voices praised the Emperor, a portal of light appeared beneath the dome of the sanctuary.

Two Cherub, flapping their wings, flew out.

They were carrying a metal box, with an anti-gravity turbine embedded inside humming.

The box is decorated with Double-Headed Eagle emblem and intricate flame patterns.

The Cherub placed the box in front of Qin Yun.

"You have completed your task exceptionally well, Chosen One," one of the Cherub a hoarse voice. "He is very satisfied. Please continue with the assigned tasks."

"I will do my best," Qin Yun nodded.

Having received a reply, the Cherub did not linger, but flapped their wings and flew into the still-open cave of light.

Qin Yun placed his hand on the box, just as before.

The light emanated from the hand, spreading along the patterns on the box's surface, eventually illuminating the entire Double-Headed Eagle and numerous flame emblems.

The sounds of gears turning, mechanical pistons reciprocating, and the hissing of the Murder Field being unlocked all rang out together.

The box slowly opened, revealing its contents.

A golden Iron Halo lay quietly inside the box.

A golden light screen automatically appeared, displaying information about the Halo.

[Name: Iron Halo of the Angels (Epic)]

The Iron Halo is part of the Space Marines Armory, an ancient relic, a special medal of honor that can only be worn by Space Marines who have demonstrated exceptional initiative or courage on the battlefield.

It contains a powerful deflection field that can deflect high-speed bullets and beams, allowing users to survive intense gunfire.

"If you want to be on the battlefield without a helmet and constantly watched by the Emperor's gaze, this thing is standard equipment."

"Everyone else's currency is the Emperor's, but with this thing, it's no longer the Emperor's currency, but the Emperor's gold coin."

"It's not a bad thing, it reduces the chances of getting your head blown off."

Qin Yun bent down and picked up the Iron Halo.

This item is usually only worn by outstanding veterans at the rank of company commander or above.

Qin Yun ordered the Servitor beside him to come and assist him in installing the Halo.

His armor already had a pre-installed interface; he could simply plug it in to activate it.

As the Servitor moved, the Iron Halo was activated.

The air vibrated with invisible ripples, producing a buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, the Iron Halo released a faint glow, like a divine ring enveloping the back of Qin Yun's head.

It made him look like a god from mythology.

Players entering and leaving the Chapel of Prayers stared wide-eyed at the sight.

"Wow, the Guide got new equipment again?"

"Damn, he's so handsome."

"Hey buddy, why do you have a bit of a Taiwanese accent?"

"He's so handsome I want to cry. Why are all the good things always about those Guide?"

"The developers are being unfair! They're fooling us players. Why do NPCs have it, but we don't?"

"This is outrageous! Brothers, let's join forces and make sure the developers give us wings and Iron Halo too."

"I can't stand it, I want to have the Guide's Mon-keigh, he's too handsome."

"Sister, listen to my advice: if you can't handle it, just think about what happens when a rat hole tries to withstand a drilling machine!"

"You're such a pervert..."

"Do you also want to say, 'I like it so much'?"

"Get lost, I don't like perverts."

"..."

The handsome Qin Yun made the players drool.

This has once again left them wondering who the protagonist of this game is.

Qin Yun ignored the group of junior players and admired his new equipment for a while.

They boarded a gunboat and left the Imperial Glory, heading towards Angel's Fortress, which was being rebuilt on the surface of Baal.

At this time, Angel's Fortress was still a scene of bustling activity.

A large number of construction machines are at work, rebuilding the magnificent Angel's Fortress.

The player and the Tech-Priests pilot a special hunting machine.

Searching for 'Water-Thirster' in various places,

They should be kept in one place to avoid damaging the fragile ecosystem.

The Purification team systematically cleaned up areas with high radiation levels, reducing them to a level acceptable to the human body.

Like a giant climate regulator, it modulates the weather in Baal, making it less hot and dry.

Lakes and lush woodlands have once again appeared on the surface of Baal.

One can imagine that in the next few years, it will become a beautiful paradise.

The transport ship was docked on the helipad.

Upon receiving the news, Dante led a group of Blood Angels to greet them.

As soon as Qin Yun stepped out, Dante and the Blood Angels bowed to him.

"Living Saint."

"Living Saint."

"..."

"No need for formalities. By the way, how are things going with your discussions about the Primaris?" Qin Yun asked.

"Unanimously approved," Dante replied.

"Unanimously approved?" Qin Yun was somewhat surprised. "Didn't Chapter Master Seth object?"

"The Chapter Master Seth not only did not object, but also showed great enthusiasm. He agreed to all the decrees and policies you promulgated, and promised that the Flesh Tearers would do their best to implement and carry them out."

Dante's words surprised Qin Yun even more.

This... this... something doesn't feel right.

It's important to know that the Flesh Tearers Chapter Chapter the most resistant to Primaris.

They even questioned whether Guilliman intended to become emperor!

Why are they being so cooperative now?

Could he be possessed by Tzeentch?

Qin Yun subconsciously thought of that flock of Blue-Feathered Bird.

If something inexplicably becomes strange, don't be confused, just curse those Blue Skins.

But then I thought, I'm right here, there's no way they could bypass me and corrupt the people around them!

He wanted the other party to be able to freely corrupt the heroes of the Imperium while he was under the Emperor's protection.

Let's not fight this battle then.

Go back and wash your bottom clean, and beg those old men in Ka'Bandha to be gentle.

Something must have happened to cause such a big change in the Flesh Tearers Chapter.

Qin Yun showed no sign of anything amiss. "It would be best if there were no objections. Let's push forward with the Primaris as soon as possible."

"I will support a group of Sons of Sanguinius. They are very powerful, but they are still blank slates. You can use your own traditions to shape them."

"Thank you for your generosity, Living Saint," Dante said.

"Once Baal finishes rebuilding, I'll have to head to Terra."

Qin Yun's words startled Dante, who suddenly felt a void in his heart and an indescribable sense of unease.

"Are you leaving Baal?"

"I promised the Primarch that once you are rescued, I will return to Terra to help him and push for profound reforms," Qin Yun explained.

"You can complete your work in Baal, and the Imperial Glory can transmit your will to Terra."

Dante said.

"The Imperium Nihilus also needs someone to take charge. If you leave, what will happen to those suffering worlds? Those citizens of the Imperium who are trapped in dire straits need your salvation."

Dante had some things he didn't say.

You're gone. How are we supposed to fight Black Rage and Red Thirst?

The Sons of Sanguinius have already lost one father, and they do not want to lose another.

"This reform is very important, Dante. It concerns the future of humanity. We must transform the Imperium in order to reshape this Milky Way."

Qin Yun was very patient.

"Therefore, I must personally go to Terra to oversee things and ensure that everything goes smoothly."

"As for the Imperium Nihilus, someone definitely needs to take charge."

"I have had many discussions with Guilliman and I feel that you are the most suitable, Dante."

"Terra will appoint you as Regent of the Imperium Nihilus, in charge of all Imperium forces north of the Great Rift."

A look of struggle crossed Dante's face. After a moment, he made up his mind and said firmly, "I am very old, Living Saint."

"So, are you telling me you're going to retire?" Qin Yun asked.

"As long as there is one enemy of the Imperium alive, I will not rest, but I cannot bear such a burden," Dante explained. "Only you can serve as Regent the Imperium Nihilus; I am not capable of doing so."

"Are you incapable, or do you simply not want me to leave?" Qin Yun saw through Dante's thoughts.

Dante blushed, somewhat embarrassed, "Perhaps it's a combination of both."

"The Blood Angels Successors has always been troubled by Black Rage and Red Thirst. If you were not here, I wonder how many more would have lost their way again."

"Don't worry," Qin Yun reassured him. "My ability is more like a reset, turning the Sons of Sanguinius, who is deeply mired in Black Rage and Red Thirst, back to the state he was in before the symptoms appeared."

"In this way, it can be maintained for a long time. It only needs to return to my side every now and then, and it can control the Red Thirst and the Black Rage very well."

"The Imperium has mastered instant communication technology, which is a good start. As long as we develop it seriously, we will have more new technologies that will tightly connect the entire Milky Way."

"Moreover, I possess the ability to appear beside the God Chosen at any time, so even if I go to Terra, I can return to Baal and come back to your side at any time."

It took Qin Yun a lot of persuasion to convince Dante to accept the position of Regent in the Imperium Nihilus.

Dante was far better suited for this position than anyone else.

He is a skilled fighter, capable of commanding battles, and obeys his commands.

He can lead troops to save planets in dire straits, and he can also promote Imperium change by implementing reform policies.

At that time, with control over both the economy and the military, those insects who dare to disobey will be taught a lesson with an iron fist.

The Hall of Aegis in Angel's Fortress

Surviving refugees gathered here and underwent orderly checks.

Tyranid's pollution level is too high.

These innocent people, fighting without protection, are highly likely to have been corrupted by Tyranid and need to be thoroughly examined, just in case.

Yuji in the group was trembling.

It was a hot day.

But he felt very cold, and something was moving inside his body.

"It's colder here than a desert night," Yuji said, trembling.

"Dad... Dad." His simple-minded son, Tiers, stammered as he called his name.

"Don't call me that, you idiot." Yuji vented his frustration on Tiers.

Tiers lowered his head in fear.

At that moment, Yuji's heart softened again, and he pulled Tiers into his arms.

"Alright, I'll be fine. If something happens to me, you should go back to selling water properly and not listen to anyone who tells you to take risks. I think that way, you should live a good life."

Yuji was sometimes very impatient and rude to Tiers.

But he knew very well that it wasn't that he didn't love the child; he just hated his own incompetence.

Two years ago, Tiers was a smart and strong young man.

At that time, they lived in the Angel's Landing Town.

The Yuji, along with the mother-in-law and the clever Tiers, lived in a humble home.

It is said that the Angel's Landing Town was the first place where people discovered Sanguinius.

Therefore, the angels built a huge statue of Sanguinius there for people to worship.

Yuji's family made a living by selling water in Angel's Landing Town.

Bawei II is a barren desert world with scarce water resources, where every drop of water is extremely precious.

Water is expensive, but the cost is also high, so only a small profit can be made.

But Yuji's family still managed to survive by selling water.

Life was simple and poor, but it was peaceful.

Until Tiers went to participate in the selection of angels full of hope,

He became an idiot after being sent back.

To solve this problem, Yuji borrowed a lot of money to treat Tiers, but there was no improvement.

During this time, Yuji's wife passed away, and his mother-in-law was diagnosed with cancer.

Whenever he saw the clumsy Tiers, he felt that he was incompetent and unable to cure his son, which was why his once happy family was torn apart.

But he didn't want to admit it, so he could only torture himself and Tiers in this way.

A few weeks ago, the angels gathered in Baal to fight against the approaching Tyranid Swarm.

Yuji and his son Tiers were also drafted.

They were forced to stand on the front lines and act as bait.

This attracted the Tyranid creature to rush into the Angel's Fortress Keep.

Let the ' Water-Thirster absorb all the water and die.

As for Yuji's mother-in-law, who was suffering from cancer, she calmly took the unique poison of Baal II, ending her life which she only had one or two months left.

Tiers is no longer clever, but he is still the same kind-hearted Tiers.

Yuji was in grave danger several times, and it was Tiers to save him each time.

Without Tiers, Yuji knew he would have died on the battlefield long ago.

Even so, he sometimes couldn't help but use vicious language to hurt Tiers.

However, he himself suffered greatly because of this behavior.

The inspection was very fast.

Soon it was Yuji and Tiers' turn.

"No signs of decay, and a genetically matched individual. He had previously participated in the selection process but was eliminated due to a minor brain injury. The injury is healable, so it is recommended that he be included in the recruit list."

The medical report on Tiers came out quickly.

"Congratulations, child, you will become an angel," said the priest in charge of the examination.

Upon hearing this, Tiers's eyes lit up.

"Father, did you... did you hear that? He... he said I would become an angel."

"You'll be proud of me... won't you?"

Yuji nodded, and seeing Tiers's expression, he recalled his own rudeness and impatience and felt guilty.

"Yes, I will be proud of you."

Hearing this, Tiers became even happier.

Just like when I was a child and received praise, I smiled foolishly.

Yuji suddenly realized one thing: Tiers had never changed.

He has always been the same Tiers who loves his father and mother more than anything.

As a father, he was so impatient, venting his incompetence and pain on the child, and using vicious words to hurt the child.

Tiers only lost his intelligence; he did not do anything to harm others.

"It won't happen again."

Yuji made a vow.

But the next second, he fell into hell.

His examination report showed that he was contaminated by the Tyranid organism and had to be cleaned up.

Fate is so cruel; when people want to make up for something, they find that they no longer have the chance.

"I'm sorry, Tiers, live well."

When Yuji was taken away by the cleanup crew, this was the only thing he could say to his stupid son.

Tiers looked bewildered. He wanted to chase after his father, but the priest stopped him.

"This is an act of kindness, and it was your father's choice. He didn't want you to witness his death."

"Come with me, get treatment, and you will become my brother."

Tiers watched his father disappear from his sight, tears welling in his eyes, before being led away by the servants.

On the other side,

Yuji thought he was going to die, but things took a turn for the better.

He and other contaminated people were gathered together.

"You have another option: the MC Dynasty needs infected people for experiments."

The Little Fatty, who was on inspection duty, looked at the NPC in front of him and spoke.

"Those who are willing, step forward, and I will take you away to the MC Dynasty's laboratory. There, you might have a chance to survive and gain greater power."

Yuji stepped forward.

Regardless, participating in the experiment would at least give me a chance to survive.

Perhaps, one day, he will be able to see his son, Tiers, again.

Deep underground in Baal,

The ancient ruins, belonging to the Golden Age, were incredibly dark.

Only the muzzle flashes and exploding shells provided a sliver of light.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bombs rained down on the monsters, tearing their bodies apart.

Players cooperated closely, using Bolter to shoot from a distance and Chainsword to slash at close range.

The hall was soon filled with the smell of blood, and broken limbs were scattered everywhere.

The monsters possess sharp claws and astonishing fighting abilities, but they have one fatal flaw.

They fight their own battles and don't know how to cooperate.

There were many monsters in the hall, but the players managed to defeat them all through teamwork.

After resolving the battle in the lobby, the players continued their exploration.

After walking through a dark corridor, they finally entered a huge laboratory.

The place was very empty, with only one gene chamber marked as number 0.

"Without a doubt, this is the BOSS." Warmaster examined Gene Vault 0.

Inside, another mutant was also sleeping, which looked larger than the ones in the outer hall. Its body was covered in bones, and it had a pair of black wings on its back.

"Do you think we should study tactics or something?" the Twisted Man said.

"Why think so much? Just go for it! Even Greater Daemon can be killed by a bomb in this game, so how can a mutant be so powerful?" Wrist Bro said casually.

"Let's play it safe," Warmaster said, pointing to Ten-Timer and the Twisted Man. "You guys take the riot shields and provide long-range fire support."

Then, pointing to the Wrist Bro, he said, "You guys spread out and don't get wiped out in one move."

After arranging the tactics, the Warmaster walked up to Gene Vault 0.

As he approached, the indicator light in Gene Vault 0 lit up.

The mutant, which was immersed in the nutrient solution, suddenly opened its eyes.

A terrifying force erupted, and with a loud bang, the gene chamber was shattered.

"Such powerful psionic energy!!" Ten-Timer exclaimed in surprise. "Could this guy be an experimental subject who obtained the power of the Dark Angel?"

"Ants, feel the power of the new era, I am God."

Mutant 0 stepped forward, its crimson eyes sweeping over the crowd with arrogance and malice.

The wings on its back were intertwined like black asphalt, and the feathers turned into sharp spikes.

"That's the taste! Definitely a BOSS!" Wrist Bro exclaimed excitedly.

"If we defeat it, this dungeon should be considered cleared."

"I'm so looking forward to what kind of reward I'll get."

"It should be data from biological research and relics from the Golden Age. I hope to have an STC."

The other players also showed signs of excitement.

Mutant 0: "..."

Something doesn't seem quite right about this situation.

Why aren't these ancient, insignificant humans afraid of me?!

Looking into my own eyes, I saw greed and curiosity, but no fear.

There's definitely something wrong with these humans.

Forget it, why think so much?!

Wipe them all out, then wreak havoc on the ground and establish your own dynasty.

It is time for this world to come under the rule of God.

"Feel the wrath of God."

Mutant 0 launched an attack.

A blood-red shield enveloped its twisted body.

The enormous wings on its back continued to grow, transforming into weapons that could be controlled at will.

However, these humans were more powerful than he had imagined.

They possess speed and strength that ordinary people do not have.

The weapon in his hand was extremely powerful, and his combat skills were superb.

There are also a few with special abilities that are specifically designed to break its crimson shield.

After a fierce battle,

Mutant 0 successfully killed several humans, but was also brutally beaten to his knees.

"This god is a bit weak!!" The battered Warmaster grinned. "Brother, stand up again! I still prefer your arrogant self, calling yourself a god. You were so cocky and cute."

Mutant 0: "(╥╯^╰╥)"

They've gone too far in bullying the mutants.

These damn humans are so strong!!

"Stop playing, kill it, and move on to the next dungeon as soon as possible."

Ten-Timer gathered his violent Ethereal power and instantly pierced through the head of the Mutant 0, completely erasing its existence.

A large, charred hole appeared on the forehead of Mutant 0, which was steaming hot, and then it collapsed to the ground, showing no signs of life.

After defeating the boss, the players began searching the ruins for loot.

The ruins contain not only mutants, but also many relics from the Golden Age.

Among these relics, a golden Toaster was placed on a high platform at the deepest part of the ruins, protected by a special Eternal Stasis Field.

"Is the game developers playing some kind of sadistic joke? Is the biggest reward in this dungeon this Toaster?"

Ten-Timer looked at the Toaster floating in the Stasis Field and immediately sensed something was wrong.

The players present all twitched slightly at the corners of their mouths; they too could feel the game developer's malice!

"This is no ordinary Toaster; it is a high-tech creation based on the law of energy conversion into matter."

A hoarse, mechanical voice suddenly rang out.

The players all raised their guns and pointed them at the source of the sound.

A round robot emerged from the darkness.

"Distinguished guests, I am the steward of Laboratory BR01, Wednesday. I mean you no harm, please lay down your weapons."