Skarbrand: "Hehe, I'm here to grind KPIs again."

Inquisitor Rostov carefully read the agreement to join the God-Chosen Mission System.

After confirming that everything was correct, I checked the "agree" box and added it to the task system.

It contains task templates and Xi Ling's assistance in estimating task rewards; he just needs to copy them.

Rostov pondered for a moment, then began editing the task.

Mission: Destroy the Blackstone Device.

Abaddon the Despoiler destroyed the Cadia Fortress, creating Great Rift that stretches across the entire Milky Way.

But he was still not satisfied and intended to use the Blackstone Device to cut through the entire Realspace and throw it into the Warp.

The brilliant, handsome, and charismatic Inquisitor Rostov is determined to stop this evil plot.

However, he was troubled by the lack of help, so he posted this task, hoping that God Chosen would come to his aid.

If the God Chosen is interested, he/she may register at the Inquisitor Rostov.

Basic mission rewards: 75,000 Contribution Points, 5,000 Honor Points, 25,000 Faith Points, and 120,000 Warfare Score.

Commission rewards: awarded based on task performance.

Best Reward: Arbiter Master-crafted Power Sword (Forged in the thirty-fifth millennium, crafted by many legendary Inquisitor)

Is this really okay?

Inquisitor Rostov looked at the edited task, somewhat apprehensive.

You should know that trying to destroy that Hellship and the Blackstone Device would be a near-certain death.

Those God Chosen held a high status, and even Fleet Commander treated them with respect.

Would they choose to die for such a small reward?

It feels somewhat unreal.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Rostov clicked to upload the task.

The interface displayed a message indicating that the application was under review.

A short while later, the task interface refreshed again, showing that the review had been approved and the task had been issued.

After a few minutes, several Blank appeared before Rostov.

"Was this the task you posted?"

"I need to accept a mission."

"Me! I want to go."

"..."

Rostov looked at the Chosen surrounding him, somewhat shocked.

Ah! No!!

Such a dangerous mission, one that could easily cost you your life.

Can simply giving them a reward really motivate them to be so enthusiastic?

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Rostov asked one of the God Chosen.

The God Chosen paused for a moment, then, as if realizing something, straightened his posture.

"What is there to fear in death for the sake of the Emperor?"

"I was born to die for the Emperor. Give me any difficult tasks you may have."

"Inquisitor, I will never back down, nor will I fail your expectations."

Upon hearing this, Rostov's eyes widened.

These God Chosen actually have such awareness.

"Inquisitor?" the God Chosen called out to Rostov when he saw Rostov looking blank.

"I'm sorry, I'm shocked and ashamed by your loyalty," Rostov said.

This is what loyalty truly is!

He bought his own weapons and equipment, and was wholeheartedly devoted to serving the Emperor.

Compared to the God Chosen, I am simply a heretic.

The God Chosen looked puzzled, then asked eagerly,

"Don't you have anything else to say?"

"Aren't there any particularly dangerous missions assigned to me?"

"It's alright, Your Inquisitor. As long as you give the order, no matter how dangerous it may be, I will carry it out without hesitation."

"This mission is already very dangerous," Rostov said.

"I can do more, Inquisitor," the God Chosen said. "I am the God Chosen, 'I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can.' If there are any other dangerous tasks, please be sure to assign them to me."

"I will." Rostov nodded and noted down the loyal name.

Although he couldn't understand the meaning of the name.

It looks somewhat like the ancient script of Terra, but not quite.

"Remember to look for me." The God Chosen looked back several times, seemingly disappointed that he hadn't been able to carry out a more dangerous mission.

Rostov sighed inwardly once again.

So loyal!!

The Xenos Chirk, who was standing nearby, witnessed the whole scene and was filled with confusion.

If we say that these God Chosen don't have a high status...

Everyone had to bow to them when they saw them.

The laws of the Imperium have no jurisdiction over them.

Even the Inquisition, an organization that controls everything from the heavens to the earth and the air, is powerless against them.

But if we're talking about their high status,

Any mission that involves sacrificing oneself as cannon fodder can be assigned to them.

The God Chosen of the Imperium of Man are truly a strange group!

Players including Brother Zhong accepted the mission from Inquisitor Rostov to assist him in destroying the Blackstone Device.

In addition, there is a squad of Primaris Marines led by Messinius.

Messinius is the company commander of the 10th Company of the White Consuls Chapter, and also serves as the new recruit sergeant, with the rank of lieutenant.

Space Marines ranks are not interchangeable with regular Imperial Army ranks.

Although Messinius was only a lieutenant, he had the authority to command the Astra Militarum and the Navy.

During the Battle of Ultramar, he led a delegation to Macragge.

They are seeking assistance for the White Consuls Chapter's operations in Cadia.

However, upon arriving in Macragge, they encountered events such as the unfolding of the Great Rift and the resurrection of the Primarch.

He was then involved in Pilgrimage Crusade.

Roboute Guilliman, endured countless hardships to reach Terra.

Not long after, he participated in the Battle of Lion's Gate, fighting a bloody Khorne Daemons.

Now, he is even participating in the Indomitus Crusade, serving the Third Expeditionary Fleet.

Messinius has been upgraded from the Primaris and is now much larger.

He was wearing a white Power Armour, with skulls adorned with golden wings on his chest and shoulder armor.

A semi-circular Iron Halo hung behind his head, and a blessed Reliquary was suspended at his waist.

He wore Power Fist given to him by Guilliman on his right hand, and a newly developed Cawl Plasma Pistol was mounted on his left hip.

Messinius was a veteran of many battles, and the striking scar on his face was a testament to his achievements.

When he walked into the assembled raiding party,

Players then felt a powerful sense of oppression coming towards them.

"Is this the oppressive feeling of a veteran?"

"As expected of Guilliman's son, just looking at him makes you feel that he is terrifyingly strong."

"Guilliman never won a one-on-one fight, but his offspring never lost one-on-one fights. Except for Calgar, he is exactly the same kind of person as his father."

"This is suspected of insulting Blue Grandfather and Papa Smurf. The Smurf are issuing this warning."

"..."

The players sized up Messinius, whispering about him and the White Consuls Chapter.

The White Consuls Chapter is a sub-chamber of the Ultramarines, and also the sub-chamber furthest from Ultramar.

Responsible for guarding the area near the Eye of Terror.

The White Consuls's political system differs somewhat from that of other Chapter.

Other Chapter have one leader, but they have two.

One remains on the homeworld, commanding a standing army, ready to respond to any threat from the Cadian Gate.

The other is responsible for commanding the Chapter's operations in more distant war zones.

After the Great Rift unfolded, the White Consuls's homeworld was invaded by Chaos and has now fallen.

The remnants of the Chapter have disappeared without a trace.

Messinius escaped the disaster by going to Macragge for help.

The raiding party was ordered to assemble in the hangar.

The Autocannon embedded in the wall scanned everyone who entered, confirming their identity.

Once a problem is detected, they will issue an alert and call the nearest sentry.

If the other party insists on not obeying orders to cease activities and accept investigation,

Those gun emplacements would then open fire, killing any suspicious targets on the spot.

After everyone has arrived,

After giving a brief speech, Inquisitor Rostov, who was initiating the proceedings, allowed everyone to board the plane.

At this moment, the demonic tide had already surged towards Saint Aster Battle Group, and a fierce battle erupted between the two sides in the Void.

Their actions must be swift for the Imperial Fleet to achieve victory.

Several boxy gunboats were parked on the spacious hangar deck.

The pilot has started the engine and we can take off at any time.

Once the assault team had all entered the cabin, the gunboat roared into the air and took off.

The warship's gun turrets spun as the gunboat slid off the runway, firing at the demons.

A barrage of explosive bullets and beams rained down on the crazed demon.

To force open a path for the attacking gunboats.

May you return safely.

Commander Ashagay's voice, blessing the assault team, rang out over the comms.

A short while later, it was replaced by the strange roars of demons.

The rift carved out by the Blackstone Device was terrifying enough when viewed from a distance.

Getting close to it is an act of suicidal madness.

A dazzling array of colors burst forth, drawing the attention of humankind.

In addition, the rift also contains scorching clouds of gas interspersed with Operation Lightning, as well as the faces of various terrifying creatures.

Chirk caught a glimpse of a demonic face covered in eyeballs, as round as the moon.

These terrible things caused her some pain.

The Old Ones sages and creators left behind warnings that vaguely mentioned those terrible things.

Those beings were once driven out of the universe by the Old Ones.

But now, they have all returned, intending to drag this universe utterly toward decay and destruction.

Chirk felt a little uncomfortable, so he closed his eyes.

But the situation got even worse.

Even with her eyes closed, those things would still appear in her mind.

Every member of the raiding squad had a grave expression.

Except for the God Chosen.

They were as excited and happy as ever.

Even when facing the terrifying beings of the Warp, they Dreadnought.

"This is so ugly, it makes my SAN value drop just looking at it."

"If only Cthulhu had been there in person, it would have been so great to have a camera; it would have sold like hotcakes."

"Don't even think about it. If you film it, it probably won't go online. Great East will censor it to death."

"..."

The God Chosen's performance was like a shot of adrenaline.

This calmed down Inquisitor Rostov and the others considerably.

This also gave them more confidence in the mission.

To ensure the raiding team's successful landing

Ashagay her best to get the ship close enough to the asteroid.

However, there are still thousands of kilometers in between, which the raiding squad needs to cross by gunboat.

A horde of demons flapped their wings and charged toward the gunboat, their numbers vast and dense, like a tidal wave.

They attempted to intercept the Imperium raiding squads and halt their operations.

Escort fighter jets flew over the gunboat from both sides and rushed toward the demon.

A fierce battle broke out between the two sides in the Void.

Laser beams, explosive bombs, Melta Lance, and high-explosive shells were fired, landing among the demon horde and tearing their bodies apart.

Some human fighter jets were also destroyed by the demons' attacks.

An explosion occurred in the Void.

The bright flames were like a sun.

But more fighter jets took off from the warships and joined this battle, which was a fight with a slim chance of survival for them.

Their loyalty to the Emperor drove them to their deaths, one after another, just to clear the way for the raiding squad.

The raiding gunship successfully bypassed the enemy's demonic defenses and the invisible Warp Field.

I don't know if it's because of the Warp Field, but there are no demons on the surface, only Cultists full of mutations and blasphemy.

Clearly, those traitors also knew that those demons could not control their actions and anger.

If they are allowed to get close to the Blackstone Device, it will surely lead to unpredictable consequences.

Therefore, that Warp Field can not only block the Imperium's artillery fire, but also keep the demons out.

This asteroid itself is of no value whatsoever.

Dense Void dust formed the fractured surface, enveloping an iron core.

Dirty icicles jut out from the ground, with winding energy conduits running through them, connecting to magnificent machinery.

Rostov recognized the function of several sets of machines: atmosphere generators and gravity stabilizers.

Clearly, those Cultists are not strong enough to escape biological needs and be exposed to a vacuum like demons.

Behind the machines, Rostov saw a Dark Temple.

It was surrounded by piles of white skulls and scarlet corpses.

The eight Blackstone Pylon were built around the black temple.

An indescribable aura of blasphemy emanated from the temple.

Clearly, the Blackstone Device they had been tracking was inside that temple.

"Head towards that Dark Temple."

Rostov shouted.

The players were at the forefront, leading the charge.

Messinius and other Primaris Marines followed closely behind.

Their firepower was extremely fierce, while the outermost enemies were merely ordinary Cultists.

Therefore, they easily broke through the outer defenses and advanced directly towards the Dark Temple.

When Brother Zhong and other soulless players rushed through the group of devices releasing Warp Field,

The equipment malfunctioned one after another, circuits exploded, and dazzling electric sparks flew.

The Warp Field is somewhat like the Void Shield and also somewhat like the Geller Field, but it is more unstable and more dangerous than either of them.

If there is even one mistake, the Warp Engine will explode, opening a temporary portal to the Warp.

This technology is forbidden in the Imperium, but the Dark Mechanicus has no such concerns.

They have already betrayed the Imperium, so naturally they won't take the Imperium's rules seriously.

Misusing dangerous technology is a daily occurrence for the Dark Mechanicus.

"Place the Melta and blow this place up."

Messinius gave orders for his men to plant bombs as they passed through the equipment complex.

Regardless of what these devices are used for, destroying them is the best option.

With a deafening explosion, raging flames shot into the sky, destroying the equipment and blasting it into pieces.

After passing through the equipment cluster, the assault team arrived at the Dark Temple.

This time, their enemies were no longer ordinary Cultists, but Chaos Space Marines.

"The Blood God's minions."

As a seasoned fan Brother Zhong could immediately recognize which evil god faction the enemy in front of him belonged to.

Those Chaos Space Marines wore blood-red armor with brass trim and wielded Chainsword and Bolter.

Several sharp spikes, embedded in the back armor, stood behind his head, with several heads piercing through them.

"Those beasts who destroyed the Formor World."

One of the attendants next to Inquisitor Rostov spoke, his words filled with hatred.

His name is Lachlant, Astra Militarum stationed on the Formor World.

A year ago, he had never heard of Khorne, only that there were terrible enemies in the Warp.

Until the Formor World was invaded by the Slaughter Crusade.

Those enemies, shouting the name of Khorne, slaughtered every living thing they saw.

Only then did he realize what the name meant.

The inhabitants of Formor were slaughtered by these bastards and offered up to the Blood God.

Very few lucky survivors like Lachlant are to be counted on.

Without exception, these people harbored deep hatred for the Khorne Cultist who destroyed their homeland and killed their people.

"The enemy is very cautious." Rostov observed the fortifications around the temple.

The enemy dug trenches connecting the bunkers and built a dense array of gun turrets.

Although these fortifications were piled high with skulls and bloody bones, and decorated in a barbaric manner, they were remarkably sturdy.

"For the servants of the Blood God, such steadfast defense is truly rare."

Holding a monocular telescope that looked like something out of the sky, Chirk said in a low voice, "Your Emperor has done a great job of shaping them."

"Although most of the time they are crazy, they seem to be able to control themselves when necessary."

"Should we launch a full-scale attack?" Messinius asked Rostov.

Before the Inquisitor could speak, Brother Zhong stepped forward.

"A direct assault would be too foolish; let's lure them out instead."

"How do we draw it in?" Rostov asked.

"I'll give it a try and see if it works!"

Brother Zhong emerged from his hiding place, discarding his Bolter and other ranged weapons.

Carrying a sword, he strode toward the position of the Blood God's servants.

"In the name of the Emperor, let's duel one-on-one, Blood God's little brats."

"Of course, you can fire your guns. But from that moment on, your masters will be branded as cowards."

Brother Zhong shouted as he walked.

Several Chaos Warrior originally intended to fire their guns.

But after hearing what Brother Zhong said, he put down his gun.

A berserker covered in bone spikes emerged from the trench.

He held a Chainaxe and pointed it at Brother Zhong.

"You want to challenge us?"

"Yes, one-on-one," Brother Zhong said.

"Serving the Corpse Emperor, you fool, will be the last stupid decision you ever make."

"Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne."

The berserker started running, roaring as he charged towards Brother Zhong.

"In the name of the Emperor, the blood-stained God-Emperor, his skull offered to the Golden Throne."

Brother Zhong also started running to meet the other party.

One wielded a battle axe, the other a longsword.

Clang~

The swords and axes clashed, producing a deafening sound.

"Silence!"

When the opponent attempted to attack again, Brother Zhong activated Word of Darkness, causing the opponent to be briefly stunned.

Then, with lightning speed, he beheaded the other man.

The berserker's massive body crashed to his knees, and crimson blood gushed out.

Brother Zhong walked to the enemy's fallen head, bent down to pick up the traitor's head with its wide-open eyes, and held it high.

"So weak? So useless? How dare you fight me? You're really overestimating yourself."

Brother Zhong's voice was extremely arrogant.

"In the name of the Blood God, as a servant of the Corpse Emperor, you are far too arrogant."

Several more berserkers stepped forward to confront Brother Zhong.

As a result, they all met the same fate.

His head was chopped off by Brother Zhong with a single sword strike and taken as a trophy.

You should know, Brother Zhong is a ruthless person who dares to single-handedly charge into the realm of the Tzeentch.

His combat skills were second only to those of Warmaster.

They also possessed Word of Darkness.

Killing these ordinary berserkers is like chopping vegetables.

After eight berserkers fell in succession, their heads severed, their battle was over.

The Khorne Cultist had originally intended to please the Blood God, all became obedient.

Is there a next one?

"If not, that's fine too. As long as your master admits that he is a cowardly god, that's enough."

Brother Zhong kept shouting in front of the position.

This left the Khorne Cultist both angry and helpless.

Their firepower was naturally sufficient to take down the Corpse Emperor's servant in a single volley.

But that would undoubtedly provoke the Blood God's wrath.

"A bunch of cowards, you..."

Before Brother Zhong could finish speaking, a deafening roar rang out.

Upon hearing the roar Rostov and the others felt an uncontrollable surge of anger and a thirst for blood.

If it weren't for the suppression of the Null Field released by the God Chosen, they would have fallen into the embrace of the Blood God on the spot.

Another roar rang out.

A figure as massive as a mountain emerged from the depths of the temple.

Every step they took caused the earth to tremble.

Soon, the figure stepped onto the battlefield, revealing its true form—the embodiment of endless rage— Skarbrand.

"Holy crap, these guys have no sportsmanship at all, they actually summoned Greater Daemon."

Brother Zhong was caught off guard when Skarbrand appeared.

Modern Cultists have no sense of martial ethics; if they can't win a fight, they call for reinforcements.

Players like White Wolf and Those Don't Eat Beef were also a bit dumbfounded, but they quickly regained their sense of humor.

"Brothers, this demon is quite troublesome. Quickly go and invite Living Saint Terra over."

P. S.: I changed the name of my new book, and you guys criticized it so much.

My heart is broken.