Chief Technical Officer

After the players had cleared the Mutants from the other areas,

they turned their attention to the lower decks.

Seeing the players so enthusiastic, Qin Yun was quite supportive.

He gave Brother Zhong and Little Fatty the password to open the blast doors to the lower decks and let them make their own arrangements.

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

They entered the password into the metal verification panel, and after it was confirmed,

the sound of turning gears and humming servo motors came from behind the blast door.

As the blast door opened, the red warning lights above the passageway began rotating and flashing.

Scarlet light illuminated the dim lower cargo hold.

The first thing to enter the players' sight was a woman holding a little girl.

Their flesh had fused together, turning them into horrifying Mutants.

The woman wore tattered clothing bearing the insignia of Cadia.

An Aquila pendant hung from her neck.

The woman turned around blankly, revealing her savage and terrifying face to the players.

Several eyes embedded in her twisted face blinked continuously as they examined the fully armed players.

Her strange mouth opened and closed, producing a voice.

"Has the Emperor come to save us?"

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

She did not know what she had become.

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

"Is our suffering over?"

The woman staggered toward the players, a chilling smile appearing on her twisted face.

She extended a hand toward them.

Like someone who had fallen into darkness and despair, yearning for the light.

The woman had forgotten many things.

But she still remembered the moment she had parted from her husband.

It had been at the surface spaceport on Cadia.

Her husband, who did not understand romance, kissed her forehead while speaking gently.

"Ainasa, go. Take the child aboard. Once the fighting here is over, I'll come find you."

And so, she boarded this warship with her daughter and evacuated alongside the soldiers.

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

She huddled together with the other refugees, helping one another.

The conditions here were awful.

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

Food and clean water were extremely precious. There was only a small ration each day, barely enough to stay alive.

Yet even such a difficult life did not crush the woman.

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

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

Then their family of three could be reunited.

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

The woman walked toward the players.

Her grotesque appearance was terrifying, but there was not a trace of malice in her voice.

"Granting you mercy. May you find peace."

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

The laser instantly pierced through the woman's head.

She fell just like that.

A faint whimper came from the lump of flesh fused to her body.

It vaguely sounded like a cute little child.

"May you find peace. May you return to the Throne. May the God-Emperor hold you in His embrace."

Scalp walked over, reciting the eulogy as he gave the child another shot.

At that 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, densely packed like a tidal wave.

Filled with hatred, the Mutants roared as they charged at the players.

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

Dense laser fire flashed through the air with piercing shrieks.

The Mutants charging at the front instantly fell in swathes like wheat before a scythe.

Within mere minutes, the passageway was filled with severed limbs. Not a single intact corpse could be found, as though minced flesh had rolled out of a grinder.

The Mutants' dense charge was quickly shattered by heavy firepower.

The scattered stragglers that slipped through were also picked off by players wielding Lasguns.

When the Imperial Glory withdrew from the battlefield of Cadia, it had taken away many refugees.

Those refugees had been housed on the lower decks, and after encountering the Warp crisis, they had been transformed into Mutants.

Their numbers were enormous.

But no terrifying mutant strains appeared.

Relying on tactical coordination and abundant ammunition,

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

As the final Mutant on the lower decks was killed,

the Imperial Glory was officially reclaimed.

Qin Yun, who was checking information in the Strategic Command, suddenly received a golden screen indicating the mission had been completed.

Mission: Clear the enemies aboard the Imperial Glory (Completed)

Receive 5,000 Faith Points

Other rewards have been issued. They can be collected at the Chapel of Prayers.

Qin Yun rose and headed to the Chapel of Prayers, where he performed the Aquila Salute and prayed before the Emperor's statue.

A glowing portal appeared out of thin air, and the Cherub he had seen twice before flew out carrying a large bundle.

At that moment, two players logged in.

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

"Holy shit, this little thing is pretty unique. Could it be a Cherub?"

Ten-Timer, who had just revived, looked curiously at the Cherub.

"I think this thing is creepy as hell."

Twisted Man looked at the Cherub with furrowed brows, feeling uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it.

No wonder Guilliman hated this thing the moment he saw it.

What human being with normal aesthetics could accept something like this?!

The Cherub flew before Qin Yun and set down the bundle.

Then it flapped its wings and flew back into the glowing portal, disappearing from sight.

"Did it bring something for the Guide?"

"What is it?"

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

Qin Yun ignored the two fools and inspected the reward himself.

After opening the bundle, he found a cold metal case inside.

Dark silver electromagnetic patterns ran across the silver-white surface of the case.

Qin Yun placed his hand on it, and light flowed through the dark silver patterns before vanishing in an instant.

Then the lock clicked, and the case opened on its own.

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

A large Power Sword appeared before Qin Yun.

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

Cold, silent energy circuits extended across the broad blade, forming intricate geometric patterns.

"Is that a Two-handed Sword?"

"What a badass sword!"

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

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

A golden screen visible only to him appeared.

Name: Blade of Divine Judgment (Epic)

Type: Two-handed Power Sword

Description: Forged a thousand years ago by a Magos of the Adeptus Mechanicus using ancient technology, it had passed through the hands of many heroes.

Their convictions forged this blade's Machine Spirit, granting it a unique damage bonus against Warp daemons.

"Use this thing to chop up daemons, and you'll get an unexpected surprise."

A Two-handed Sword was much heavier than a One-handed Sword.

If Qin Yun had not reached Level Seven and improved all his physical attributes, he likely would not even have been able to use this sword.

Congratulations, you have learned the skill: Two-handed Sword (Beginner)

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

In the Warhammer universe, anyone with even a little fame had their martial prowess maxed out.

Even Commissar Cain, the famously acclaimed straight man, had once banished a Greater Daemon with a sword.

If Qin Yun did not hone his fighting skills, he would definitely get utterly thrashed the moment he fought someone.

Qin Yun swung the Blade of Divine Judgment a few times before securing it onto the weapon rack of the Power Pack on his back.

The Adamantium latch automatically locked into place.

This was a standard Power Armor design, allowing the user to switch weapons conveniently in battle.

A One-handed Sword and a Two-handed Sword complemented each other perfectly.

"Lord Guide looks so cool. When will I ever get equipment like that?"

Twisted Man's eyes practically sparkled.

Ten-Timer beside him was no different, staring at Qin Yun eagerly.

At that moment, a flash appeared by the Shrine again.

Old Bird had logged in.

"Lord 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 some colleagues today and came up with a few ideas for completing the task."

"But they still need to be tested, and there are certain risks."

Qin Yun nodded. "Go ahead and do it. No matter how bad things get, they cannot get much worse. Ask for whatever you need, and I'll have all the players cooperate with you."

"As long as you can restart the reactor, you'll be the Imperial Glory's Chief Technical Officer."

Ten-Timer and Twisted Man widened their eyes.

Another hidden gameplay mechanic had been unlocked!!

Merit?

Positions?

He was a Chief Technical Officer now. Once he encountered the Adeptus Mechanicus, couldn't he become a Tech-Priest and eventually an Archmagos?

Then he could control several Forge Worlds, build warships, build Colossi, build Dyson Spheres.

He would be taking off for sure.

"Honored Lord Guide, I will give it everything I have and do my utmost to ensure the reactor is restarted."

Old Bird's face flushed red with excitement.

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

Old Bird stood straight, performed the Aquila Salute, and began his report.

According to him, after discussing things with his colleagues yesterday, he had researched the procedures involved in real-world reactors.

The Imperial Glory used a Plasma Reactor.

Its technology was more advanced in theory, but its fundamental principles remained unchanged.

It merely replaced magnetic confinement with a gravitational field, allowing fusion reactions to occur without such high temperatures and pressure.

"The first step is to inject a small amount of fuel and see whether it can ignite. That will show us where the problem is, and then we can solve it bit by bit."

"Once ignition succeeds, we'll increase fuel injection and adjust the output and input power until it forms a positive cycle."

Qin Yun fully supported Old Bird. "As a servant of the Emperor, you are exceptional. Follow your ideas and proceed boldly."

Ten-Timer and Twisted Man watched with envy.

Even the Guide's tone of voice had changed.

Had Old Bird maxed out his favorability?!

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

He went back to the Reactor Chamber and flipped through the manual again, finding the section related to restarting it.

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 several other players visibly tensed up.

Because this game was too realistic.

If something went wrong, who knew what the consequences would be?

Old Bird, worried that their nerves would make them mess up, spoke up to reassure them.

"You don't need to be so scared. Even if it blows up, it's no big deal. It's just a game."

Qin Yun, standing beside them: "..."

You really couldn't say that!!

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

P.S.: Guilliman Under Too Much Pressure

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