Raid the Instance, Obtain the Relic

"Reverse engineering is in progress and will take some time."

As Xi Ling spoke, an information interface appeared in front of Qin Yun.

[Analytical model established, current progress 35.123453%...35.12533%...]

[Estimated time required: 322 hours and 51 minutes]

"Even with your current computing power, it will take you nearly three weeks to complete the analysis. It seems that this conversion technology is indeed quite difficult."

Qin Yun was somewhat surprised.

Xi Ling is no ordinary AI.

She is C'tan.

The most powerful being in this universe

Once it reaches its peak, it can rival the Chaos Gods.

In a sense, she is the embodiment of the laws of reality.

"The theory behind this technology is very advanced, and it's already quite remarkable that we were able to analyze it," Xi Ling replied. "It only takes a little time, but the cost is negligible."

"I understand." Qin Yun stroked his chin and closed the analysis interface.

"Now that the Battle of Baal is over, I'll be heading to Terra once I've finished up my business."

"Take advantage of this time and upgrade yourself. Although the colonies within the Red Scar are full of radiation, they are rich in minerals."

"It shouldn't be long before you can mine enough minerals to upgrade."

"Xi Ling understands. Xi Ling will find time to issue missions to have them transport the ore." Xi Ling nodded. "Master, how long will your trip to Terra take this time?"

"It's hard to say, but at the very least, we'll have to stay there for one or two months to complete the task of in-depth reform."

Qin Yun wasn't quite sure how much time he would need to spend.

Terra is a bottomless pit.

Every single one of the few ambitious men in the entire Imperium was there.

Those who have survived there until now are all incredibly shrewd and capable.

We'll definitely need to keep a close eye on them to make sure they don't mess things up.

Of course, Qin Yun wouldn't stay in Terra forever.

He possesses skills bestowed by the Emperor, allowing him to descend upon the player.

Once you release all the little players, you can use them to run all over the Milky Way.

This way, there's no need to worry about being bogged down by Terra bureaucrats and unable to get anything done.

"You have to keep an eye on things here for your master. Tell me immediately if there are any problems." Qin Yun reached out and patted Xi Ling's head.

"Don't worry, Xi Ling will keep an eye on the Calixis Sector," Xi Ling said confidently, clenching her fist.

"Master trusts you. By the way, please send a message to the top players in the Emperor's Cattle Warband and tell them to prepare to accompany me to Terra," Qin Yun said.

"Okay." Xi Ling quickly did as Qin Yun instructed and edited out the accompanying mission.

Accompanying Mission: Accompany the Guide to Terra.

The Guide received Guilliman's commission to travel to Terra and promote reforms.

This is an extremely dangerous job. In the years since the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne and the Primarch disappeared, many forces have built a shocking network of interests on Terra.

If the Guide pushes for reform, he will inevitably anger these forces, who will see him as a thorn in their side and want to get rid of him as soon as possible.

It is highly likely to provoke retaliation and assassination attempts, as well as targeting from various levels.

The Guide needs some trustworthy people to accompany him to Terra to help eliminate the enemy and complete the reforms.

Basic rewards: 150,000 Contribution Points, 35,000 Honor Points, and 110,000 Faith Points.

Commission rewards: awarded based on task performance.

After editing, Xi Ling sent it out.

At this moment, players from the Emperor's Cattle Warband were gathered in the canteen of the Exemplar Fist to celebrate obtaining the Aquila Medal.

The canteen is very large, measuring 130 meters long and 50 meters wide, with its height more than twice its width.

Unlike the Western-style long tables commonly used on other Imperium warships,

The Exemplar Fist is a typical example of Chinese style.

Inside the spacious cafeteria, rows and rows of solid hardwood octagonal tables were set up.

The table was set with a variety of food, fruit and drinks.

In the center of the cafeteria, a few guys were grilling.

Inside the circular charcoal brazier, three meters in diameter, the charcoal blocks burned bright red, radiating intense heat.

Players sat around, roasting the alien creatures they had bought from the merchant— Wing-eyed Squirrel.

Although this creature is called a squirrel, it only resembles the Terra Squirrel in appearance.

Their personalities and physical structures are very different; they are not the same species.

Like the Wing-eyed Squirrel, Terra Squirrel have bushy tails.

But this alien creature's tail contains sharp spikes that can easily tear off large chunks of flesh.

Wing-eyed Squirrel, have three toes on both their hands and feet.

However, the tips of its fingers have sharp, hook-like claws.

It can leave shocking scratches on steel.

The entire arm and thigh are connected by a thin membrane, like a winged rat, which can open and glide through the air.

It has sharp ears and sharp fangs in its mouth.

Wing-eyed Squirrel are highly aggressive.

If an ordinary person were bitten, they would be severely maimed or killed, if not killed.

But their meat is quite good, firm yet tender.

Remove the hair, gut the animal, coat it with spices, and marinate for two hours.

Place it on the grill and grill over low heat until golden brown on both sides.

The little Astra Militarum and priests next door would be green with envy.

Besides barbecue,

On the player's table, there was a steaming hot pot.

The ingredients are also marine creatures from other planets, each with a bizarre and unusual appearance.

These ingredients were all purchased from merchants who accompanied the fleet, and they were very fresh.

"This thing isn't related to Cthulhu, is it?!"

Ten-Timer used his chopsticks to pick up a seafood that looked like a small octopus, but had a pair of fleshy wings on its back.

"It's probably Cthulhu baby." Warmaster picked up a fish slice, dipped it in sauce, and put it in his mouth, showing an expression of enjoyment. "This texture is even better than the crispy fish."

"I even suspect that this fish is a descendant of Deep Ones. It even has muscles. It's obviously not a normal fish."

"The Cthulhu family is lucky to have met us," joked the Twisted Man next to him while eating. "They're all neatly arranged for a hot pot."

"Cthulhu is at least Great Old Ones, he shouldn't be reduced to being used as a hot pot, right?" Ten-Timer put the seafood into the boiling hot pot.

"Haha, who's to say that! There are so many monsters and demons in the Warhammer Universe, some of them are hidden big shots who have lived for millions or even hundreds of millions of years. It's not surprising that Cthulhu would be defeated."

"The Great Old Ones are rare on Earth, but in space, if you set a spaceship to fly straight, you can crash into seven or eight of them along the way."

"The Lord of Dust and Ash that we fought last time seems to be a god from ancient times."

"It's a pity it got away, otherwise I would have caught it and stewed it. Judging from its appearance, I don't even need to taste it to know that it would have an aphrodisiac effect."

"No rush, no rush. He can run away, but he can't hide. That guy will definitely have to go back to the Calixis Sector."

"The official estimate is that they'll have to come back and push the storyline of the Calixis Sector, since there are still a lot of terrifying things there that haven't been dealt with!"

"Stop focusing on the Calixis Sector. Broaden your perspective and take a bigger view. The Halo Stars and the Ghoul Cluster are both teeming with monsters. Forget about the Great Old Ones, even lower-ranking gods don't even come close."

"If the Milky Way is already this chaotic, what are the other galaxies like?"

"Didn't they say that humans from Golden Age traveled to other star systems? Who knows, as the story unfolds, they might be brought up and their storyline rewritten?"

"Maybe there are a lot of strange things outside too!"

"..."

Hardcore Bro stuffed the blanched Mushroom slices into his mouth.

"Do you think Cthulhu might be captured by the Ork chieftain and forced to have baby Cthulhu to fight for the Ork?!"

Warmaster almost choked on his words because of Hardcore Bro's outrageous remarks.

"No way, bro, how can your thinking be so unbelievable?!"

"I hope the official Warhammer Online won't follow the cheesy route of Warcraft!! Just thinking about the mighty Red Dragon Queen being reduced to a mere unit-producing tool makes me feel like the dragon race's prestige has plummeted."

Ten-Timer took a bite of barbecue and said, "You know what, the official stuff is actually quite something. Don't forget what happened in the Middle Ages, the Chaos Dark God was actually imprisoned by the Great Horned Rat and made into a cosplay!!"

"I'm quite curious, if Cthulhu were used as a machine for producing soldiers, who would be responsible for breeding him?" The Twisted Man looked thoughtful. "Could it be the Ork Boss?"

"I think it might be Gretchin?"

"Could Gretchin really accomplish such a task? Is stirring up a pond with a toothpick really meaningful?"

"The problem is that Orks are fungal creatures, right? They just look like that, it doesn't mean they have that thing."

"Stop talking, I can already picture it in my head, I'll feel like throwing up if you keep talking about it." Warmaster waved his hands repeatedly, signaling these guys to stop talking about such outrageous topics.

"..."

The players feasted, enjoying the food while chatting and joking.

From the Tau people on the Far Eastern Frontier, to the Garden of Nurgle of the Ghoul Stars, and then to beyond the galaxy and the War of the Old Ones.

We just talked about whatever came to mind!

The topic is truly shocking and outrageous.

The servants nearby kept hearing strange gibberish, and couldn't understand what they were saying at all.

The gods were oblivious to what was happening here; otherwise, after listening for a while, they would have immediately taken action and refined these God Chosen in an instant.

These guys know way too much.

Even demons would shudder at the thought.

"That's great! The food in Warhammer is actually pretty good," Warmaster said.

Eating in Warhammer Online is a very enjoyable experience.

No need to worry about gaining weight, getting an upset stomach from food, or getting an upset stomach from drinking alcohol.

"Actually, the elites in the Warhammer Universe live pretty well," Ten-Timer said. "It's just that the lower classes have a hard time."

"No matter where you are, it's always the people at the bottom who suffer the most."

"People at the bottom of the Hive City work more than fourteen hours a day, while the upper class indulges in a life of luxury and enjoyment. No matter how humanity develops, it will always be unfair."

"The cesspool-like Imperium is a major reason why Chaos was able to grow stronger."

"..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about that anymore, let's have a drink." The Twisted Man raised his glass. "Let's just drink today, no need to talk about those things."

"Yeah, let's do it."

"Cheers."

The players raised their glasses, clinked them together, and then drank them down in one gulp.

The icy, spicy liquor flowed down their throats into their stomachs, giving them a unique kind of enjoyment.

The servants stood aside, clearing away the empty plates and bottles, and then bringing them new ones.

Just as the players were enjoying their drinks, the Cherub flew over.

Its internal anti-gravity levitation device hummed, and its wings on its back made a clicking sound.

Like emerald eyes radiating bright light, they scanned everything along the way, constantly calculating the route to the mission objective.

Finally, it came to Warmaster and Ten-Timer, opened its mouth, and emitted a bright beam of light, outlining a bright information interface out of thin air.

It displays the latest accompanying mission.

The players, completely drunk, huddled together, looking at the information screen.

"Another mission."

"The Guide wants us to accompany him to Terra."

"This time it's different from before. It looks like they're really going to deal with those Terra guys in a real fight."

"Reform has never been an easy thing. As the saying goes, blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents. Once the foundation of those vested interests in Terra is touched, it will definitely be met with a fierce backlash."

"What can those bureaucrats do?"

"Don't underestimate those guys. You know, during the Great Crusade, those guys even dared to assassinate the Emperor."

"Assassinate the Emperor? That's a bit too far-fetched, isn't it?"

"Do you think the Adeptus Custodes are all that for show? Those who want to kill the Emperor are as numerous as carp crossing a river."

"..."

The players discussed everything from quests to Terra bureaucrats, then to the Adeptus Custodes, and finally fell fast asleep in the mess hall.

After waking up, I rushed off to report for duty, preparing to head to Terra.

As the Battle of Baal came to the Veil and reconstruction began,

Players in the Calixis Sector are still busy clearing out the remaining Xenos forces and Chaos minions.

The Battle Rose Warband, led by the Little Alpaca, also did not participate in the Battle of Baal.

They are still working on cleaning up the Space Hulk, Twilight.

Are you ready?

The officer-in-chief responsible for overseeing the Twilight, Brother Agamor, looked at the God Chosen before him.

Agamor is a Space Marines who has served the Inquisition for nearly thirty years in the Deathwatch.

He wore an ancient black Power Armour covered with holy prayers, with Ordo Xenos electronic skull gear emblem on his left shoulder and a pair of crossed thunder hammers on his right shoulder.

He was ordered to guard the Twilight and was authorized to immediately carry out the destruction order if any signs of it going out of control were detected.

Space Hulk are extremely dangerous.

It is not just a single ship. Due to the nature of the Warp, a large number of wrecked ships were twisted and fused together, forming a colossal structure comparable to a large Hive City.

The Twilight is the same; years of drifting in the Void and Warp have made it incredibly bulky, and no one knows what dangers lurk within!

According to normal procedures, it should have been destroyed immediately.

But a bio-signal from a legendary Inquisitor could be heard inside.

This forced them to send people in to explore.

"Yes, we are ready." The Little Alpaca bowed to the sergeant.

"May you have a safe journey. The teleportation beacon is still functioning. The Magos of the Adeptus Mechanicus will escort you to the entrance of the wrecked ship."

"May the Emperor Aegis you."

Agamor made way for the players, leading them to the Teleportarium.

"We can't afford to fail again this time!" The Little Alpaca looked around at everyone.

The last time they entered Space Hulk, they were all unexpectedly wiped out, losing a lot of equipment, and they were so badly hurt they almost wanted to vomit blood.

No matter what, we must clear out the monsters inside, obtain the legendary Relic — the Daemon Grimoire —and the weapon called 'The Duty of Light' to make up for the losses from this raid.

A flash of light appeared on a platform somewhere on the Twilight Shadow wrecked ship, and then the players landed on that platform.

The leaders, clad in heavy Exoskeleton Armor, acted as the vanguard, immediately activating their shields and Shoulder Cannon.

These heavy Exoskeleton Armor are custom-made, composed of active Nano-metal and Plasteel layers, and can withstand the most severe damage.

The Little Alpaca closed its eyes to pray to the Emperor, and only after completing the ceremony did it open its eyes and give the order to proceed.

The interior of the wrecked ship was very dark, with only a few pale red spots scattered on the corridor floor, but all the lights were still functioning properly.

Logically speaking, after such a long period of time, these lights should have broken down or gone out due to lack of power, but they are still on.

The Little Alpaca and other players ignored the unusual lights and followed the path they had previously fought their way out, venturing deeper into the area.

The bodies of those they killed last time can still be seen along the way.

Accompanied by the hum of the server system and the panting of the fiber bundles in the armor, the players' heavy boots pounded on the cold floor.

The sound echoed in the silent passageway, like the spirits of the dead wandering in the abandoned cemetery in hell.

Players activated the Auspex scanner, and the scene in the shadows was displayed on the helmet's HUD panel.

Suddenly, a chilling aura swept over them.

The Purity Seal affixed to the surface of the armor began to burn.

"Here we go again." The Little Alpaca picked up its Bolter.

The Sisters of Battle nearby activated their weapons.

"What is it this time? A ghost? Or a demon?"

The female player with the game ID "Pomelo Sauce" held a Power Sword covered in a dark blue force field and looked around.

Her voice sounds quite cute.

There's a striking contrast between that and the heavy combat armor he's wearing.

"It's probably a ghost."

Another player named 'Little Gray' activated the Chainsword etched with scriptures.

Amidst the roar of the servo motor, the sharp saw teeth are spinning at high speed.

A strange roar resounded.

Enemies lurking in the darkness suddenly appear before the players.

Their faces were grotesque, their features rotting, and they wore some kind of filthy, tattered uniform.

Holding a crude weapon, its broken mouth emitted incomprehensible roars.

"It's that Daemon again!!" The Little Alpaca pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The blessed bullets were fired, landing on the bodies of those ghosts, causing their rotting bodies to explode and releasing their imprisoned souls.

The other Sisters of Battle also rushed towards the ghost and began to fight.

Several players from the Ecclesiarchy chanted scriptures praising the Emperor, seeking the Emperor's power for blessings.

The power of faith can Purification Daemon, freeing them from the enslavement of the Space Hulk and granting them Redemption.

"Times have changed, you pathetic worms who have succumbed to hell!" shouted a player from the Ecclesiarchy. "Let me show you what Warhammer- style exorcism is all about."

As he chanted hymns praising the Emperor, he swept away the demons with his ceremonial Scepter.

A ghost lunged at him, but he swung his Scepter and smashed it away, sending it crashing to the ground in the distance, shattering into pieces.

Just as its shattered body was about to reassemble and continue attacking the player,

The player stood before the ghost and prayed to the Emperor.

A hazy glow emanated from his hand, falling upon the ghost and causing it to shriek.

It quickly expelled the power of the Warp, turning it into a complete corpse.

This wasn't the first time the Little Alpaca and the others had boarded the Twilight.

I'm immune to the fear instilled by these ghostly figures lurking inside the spaceship.

Know the weaknesses of those ghosts.

This little incident ended very easily.

After confirming that all the ghosts had been killed, they continued deeper into the spaceship, which had been abandoned for hundreds of years.

The spaceship was teeming with monsters: wandering Daemon, twisted, Flesh Change, and demons, the native inhabitants of the Warp.

"Ever since I played Warhammer Online, I suddenly realized that Chu Meiren is quite pretty."

"Just keep recording like this, run a lap around the spaceship, and then project the image outside. That would be a super horror movie that surpasses Silent Hill Ring."

Little Gray punched the monster that crawled out of the wall and blew it apart, then started complaining.

"If this game didn't automatically lock the fear limit, I would probably scream and my legs would go weak the moment I saw these ghosts."

Pomelo Sauce used Bolt Pistol to shoot at a terrifying monster crawling on the ground in the distance.

The horror of the Space Hulk is far more exaggerated than any ghost movie players have ever seen in real life.

Thanks to the enhancement and the Emperor's blessing, they were able to treat those terrifying monsters with a calm mind.

The banter between the players diluted the eeriness of the surroundings, making them increasingly adept at clearing out the monsters.

After dozens of rounds of fighting, the Sisters fought their way through and arrived at the location where the legendary Inquisitor, Adogin, had sent out his biosignal.

Unfortunately, they did not see the legendary Inquisitor, but only a huge, fleshy monster covered in tentacles and eyes.

The Daemon Grimoire, which players so desperately wanted, was located on a high platform behind the monster, radiating a pure light.

P. S.: Thank you everyone for your support.