Chief Technology Officer

After the players cleared out the Mutants in the other areas, they turned their attention toward the lower decks.

Seeing the players so proactive, Qin Yun was very supportive.

He handed the password for the lower deck blast doors to Brother Zhong and Little Fatty, letting them make their own arrangements.

After Brother Zhong and Little Fatty discussed tactics with the players who wanted to go to the lower decks to grind mobs, they set out.

They entered the password into the metal verification panel, and after it was verified, the sound of gears turning and the hum of servo motors echoed from behind the blast door.

As the blast door opened, the red alarm lights above the corridor began to rotate and flash.

A scarlet glow illuminated the dim lower cargo hold.

The first thing to enter the players' field of vision was a woman holding a girl.

Their flesh had fused together, turning them into a horrific Mutant.

The woman was wearing tattered clothing bearing the Cadia emblem.

An Aquila pendant hung around her neck.

The woman turned around blankly, allowing the players to see her hideous and terrifying face.

Several eyes embedded in her twisted visage blinked incessantly, sizing up the fully armed players.

Her grotesque mouth opened and closed, emitting a sound.

"Has the Emperor come to save us?"

The woman's voice was hoarse, yet filled with joy.

She did not know what she had become.

She only remembered the Emperor, only remembered that soldiers wearing the Double-Headed Eagle emblem were people they could trust.

"Has our suffering come to an end?"

The woman stumbled toward the players, her twisted face revealing a chilling smile.

She reached out a hand toward the players.

It was as if a desperate soul falling into darkness was yearning for the light.

The woman had forgotten many things.

But she still remembered the scene when she parted from her husband.

It was at the surface spaceport of Cadia.

Her husband, who knew nothing of romance, kissed her forehead while speaking to her in a gentle tone.

"Aenasha, go now, take the child and board the ship. Once the fighting here is over, I will come to find you."

Just like that, she took her daughter and boarded this warship, evacuating alongside the soldiers.

She stayed in the lower decks, which stretched for several kilometers.

She huddled together with other refugees, helping one another.

The conditions here were terrible.

Every cargo hold had foul-smelling stagnant water, or toxic coolant leaking from the massive copper pipes overhead.

Food and clean water were precious; they only received a small ration each day, barely enough to survive.

But such a difficult life did not break the woman.

Whenever she looked at the daughter in her arms, she would think of her husband.

She told herself she had to persevere, to bring her daughter to a new home and wait for her husband to return.

That way, the family of three could be reunited once more.

"Emperor, the Emperor has come to save us."

The woman walked toward the players.

Her hideous appearance was terrifying, but there was not a hint of malice in her voice.

"Granting you mercy, may you find rest."

Standing at the front, Brother Zhong raised his Lasgun and pulled the trigger.

The laser instantly pierced the woman's skull.

She collapsed just like that.

The mass of flesh fused to her body let out a faint whimper.

It could vaguely be heard that it was a lovely child.

"May you find rest, may you return to the Throne, may you be embraced by the God-Emperor."

Scalp walked over, reciting a eulogy while firing a finishing shot at the child.

At this moment, the roars of Mutants echoed from the depths of the dim lower decks.

The first Mutant appeared, followed by a second, then hundreds and thousands more, dense and swarming like a tide.

The Mutants roared with hatred, charging toward the players.

"Open fire!" Little Fatty shouted. "Suppress them with everything you've got!"

Dense beams of laser light flickered, streaking through the air with piercing shrieks.

The Mutants at the very front fell instantly, like wheat being harvested.

In just a few minutes, the corridor was filled with severed limbs and broken arms; not a single intact corpse could be found, as if they had been churned out of a meat grinder.

The dense charge of the Mutants was quickly dismantled by heavy firepower.

The sporadic stragglers were also picked off by players wielding Lasguns.

When the Imperial Glory retreated from the Cadia battlefield, it had taken many refugees with it.

Those refugees were settled on the lower decks, and after encountering the Warp crisis, they were transformed into Mutants.

Their numbers were immense.

However, no terrifying mutated variants appeared.

Relying on tactical coordination and sufficient ammunition.

The players advanced in an orderly fashion, steadily clearing the lower decks.

With the last Mutant on the lower decks eliminated.

The Imperial Glory was declared reclaimed.

Qin Yun, who was checking messages in the Strategic Command, suddenly received a golden light screen indicating the mission was complete.

[Mission: Clear the enemies on the Imperial Glory (Completed)

Obtained 5000 Faith Points

Other rewards have been distributed; you may proceed to the Chapel of Prayers to collect them]

Qin Yun stood up and headed to the Chapel of Prayers, performing the Aquila Salute in prayer before the statue of the Emperor.

A hole of light appeared out of thin air, and the Cherub, which he had seen twice before, flew out carrying a large parcel.

At this moment, two players logged on.

They were Ten-Timer and Twisted Man, who had died while dealing with the Chaos Beast.

"Holy crap, this little thing is quite unique. Could this be a Cherub?"

Ten-Timer, having just respawned, examined the Cherub with a curious expression.

"I actually think this thing is pretty creepy."

Twisted Man looked at the Cherub with a deep frown, feeling uncomfortable in every way.

No wonder Guilliman felt disgust whenever he saw these things.

What human with normal aesthetics could accept this?!

The Cherub flew in front of Qin Yun and set down the parcel.

Then, it flapped its wings and flew back into the hole of light, disappearing from sight.

"Is it delivering something to Guide?"

"What is it?"

Ten-Timer and Twisted Man crowded around with curious expressions.

Qin Yun ignored the two clowns and proceeded to check the rewards himself.

After opening the parcel, inside was a cold metal case.

The surface of the silver-white case featured dark silver electromagnetic patterns.

Qin Yun placed his hand on it, and the dark silver patterns shimmered with flowing light, vanishing in an instant.

Then, the hidden lock made a click, and the case opened automatically.

Thick white mist flowed out, spreading across the metal floor.

A Power Sword appeared before Qin Yun.

The hilt was wrapped in cloth strips to prevent slipping, with the Aquila emblem decorating the pommel.

Cold, silent energy circuits spread along the broad blade, forming complex geometric patterns.

"Is that a two-handed sword?"

"What a cool sword!"

Ten-Timer and Twisted Man stared at the Power Sword in the case with fanatical expressions.

Under their gaze, Qin Yun reached out and picked up the Power Sword.

A golden light screen, visible only to him, emerged.

[Name: Blade of Divine Judgment (Epic)

Type: Power Greatsword

Description: Forged a millennium ago by a Sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus using ancient technology, it has been wielded by various heroes throughout history.

Their conviction has forged the Machine Spirit of this blade, granting it a unique damage bonus against demons of the Warp.

"Using this thing to hack at demons brings unexpected surprises."]

A two-handed sword is significantly heavier than a one-handed sword.

If Qin Yun hadn't reached level seven and seen his physical attributes enhanced, he likely wouldn't even be able to wield this blade.

[Congratulations on learning the skill: Two-handed Sword (Novice)]

"Looks like I'll need to find time to practice swordsmanship."

In the Warhammer universe, anyone with even a shred of fame has their combat skills maxed out.

Even the famous comic relief Commissar Cain has a track record of banishing Greater Daemons with his sword.

If I don't hone my martial arts, I'll definitely get hung up and beaten the moment I face anyone in combat.

Qin Yun gestured with the Blade of Divine Judgment before slotting it into the weapon rack on his Power Backpack.

The Adamantium latch locked automatically.

This is the standard design for Power Armor, facilitating weapon swaps during combat.

One one-handed sword, one two-handed sword—they complement each other perfectly.

"Guide is so cool! When will I be able to have gear like that?"

Twisted Man's eyes were practically sparkling.

Ten-Timer, standing to the side, was the same, gazing at Qin Yun with longing.

Just then, a flash of light appeared near the shrine.

Old Bird had logged on.

"Guide."

Old Bird walked over to greet him.

"Welcome back." Qin Yun nodded. "How did the task I assigned you yesterday go?"

"I discussed it with my colleagues today and have some ideas on how to complete the mission."

"But it still requires testing, and there is a certain amount of risk involved."

Qin Yun nodded. "Go ahead and do it. Things can't get much worse than they already are. Just tell me what you need, and I will have all the players cooperate with you."

"As long as you can restart the reactor, you will be the Chief Technology Officer of the Imperial Glory."

Ten-Timer and Twisted Man, standing nearby, widened their eyes.

So there's another hidden gameplay mechanic!!

Merit?

Positions?

If he's the Chief Technology Officer now, once we make contact with the Adeptus Mechanicus later, couldn't he promote to a Tech-Priest and eventually become a Archmagos?

By then, he could control a few Forge Worlds, build warships, build Titans, and build a Dyson Sphere.

He's definitely going to take off.

"Respected Guide, I will do my utmost, to the best of my ability, to ensure the reactor is restarted."

Old Bird was flushed with excitement.

"Can you tell me what you plan to do next?" Qin Yun asked.

Old Bird straightened his back, performed the Aquila Salute, and began his report.

According to him, after chatting with his colleagues yesterday, he went to research the procedural steps of real-world reactors.

The Plasma Reactor used by the Imperial Glory.

In terms of lore, it is technologically more advanced, but the fundamental principles remain the same.

It simply uses a gravitational field to replace magnetic confinement, allowing the reactor to achieve fusion without needing such extreme temperatures and pressures.

"The first step is to inject a small amount of fuel and try to ignite it to see where the problem lies, then solve it bit by bit."

"Once it ignites successfully, we will increase the fuel injection and adjust the input and output power to form a positive cycle."

Qin Yun gave Old Bird his full support. "As a servant of the Emperor, you are excellent. Follow your instincts and be bold."

Ten-Timer and Twisted Man watched with envy.

Guide's tone of voice was completely different.

Is this maxed-out affinity?!

With Qin Yun's support, Old Bird felt even more motivated.

He went back to the reactor compartment to flip through the manual again, locating the section related to restarting.

After reading it carefully, he had Dovahkiin, Magical Monkey, and the other players prepare to assist him in restarting the reactor.

Dovahkiin, Magical Monkey, and the few other players became visibly nervous.

Because this game was just too realistic.

If an accident happened, who knew what the consequences would be.

Old Bird, worried that they might make a mistake due to nerves, spoke up to comfort them.

"You don't need to be so scared; even if it blows up, it doesn't matter, it's just a game."

Qin Yun, standing to the side: "..."

You shouldn't say that!!

If it blows up, the Lunar-class Cruiser that they had worked so hard to capture would be gone.

PS: Guilliman is under too much pressure.

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