What? We're Going to Assassinate the Emperor??

The Primarch is a demigod in the Realspace.

It is a perfect creation of genetics and Warp Occultism, possessing astonishing combat power.

Even a clone is far beyond what an ordinary person can compare to.

The players, including Warmaster, stared in disbelief as Little Fulgrim lunged at the enemy.

His fist, as if forged from steel, slammed into the Necron Warrior, producing a resounding clang of metal against metal.

The Necrons was sent flying as if it had been hit by a 180 km/h rocket.

The chest, cast from molten metal, has visible dents.

An Ophydian Destroyer darted swiftly across the battlefield, then lunged at Little Fulgrim.

The lower body of this exterminator is a metallic, serpentine form, ending in a sharp dagger.

The upper body consists of two pairs of arms, one pair of which ends in sharp metal claws, while the other pair holds a phase greatsword that emits a ghostly green light.

After dodging the Ophydian Destroyer's attack, Little Fulgrim circled around to its rear.

The strong, powerful hands grabbed the smooth, metallic snake's body.

With a sudden tug, he easily lifted the other person up and swung him around like a weapon, instantly knocking down seven or eight Necron Warriors who surrounded him.

After swinging it around a few times to build up potential energy, Little Fulgrim let go, sending the Ophydian Destroyer flying and smashing down the charging enemy.

The players of the Cattle Warband Squad were dumbfounded.

Those Necron soldiers were nothing but weaklings in front of Little Fulgrim, and were utterly routed.

"Are the replicas of the Primarch this powerful?"

"I also want to be Primarch. I wonder if the game will have the option to advance to Primarch?"

"Damn it, I have to challenge him."

"..."

A Necron Lord wielding a Phase Sword charged toward Little Fulgrim.

He was taller than the Necron Warrior, and the patterns on his body were more intricate.

His eyes shone with a green light, and he held a Scepter engraved with ancient Necron patterns.

"How dare you be so presumptuous in front of us? When we roam the stars, you are nothing but a bunch of uncivilized Mon-keigh."

The Necron Lord roared as he swung his Scepter, the tip of which glowed, at Little Fulgrim.

Little Fulgrim dodged the attack and grabbed the opponent's Scepter.

"We are uncivilized Mon-keigh, and what are you? A pathetic bunch of metal skeletons?"

Little Fulgrim seized the other's Scepter.

First, pull forward, and when the other person tries to pull harder...

He let go again, causing the other person to lose their balance and stagger backward.

He then rushed forward and delivered a follow-up kick, knocking the other man to the ground.

The next second, he used the same trick again.

He grabbed the Necron Lord's metal ankle, swung him high into the air, and then slammed him to the ground.

Bang! Bang!

The sound of the metal body hitting the ground continued to echo, deafeningly loud, leaving shocking cracks in the ground.

The Necron Lord's body also developed shocking cracks.

After confirming that the Necron Lord was incapable of resistance,

Little Fulgrim casually tossed the other person aside.

"It's not true that the longer you live, the stronger you become."

"You're still roaming the stars? That's because you haven't encountered humans yet."

"A bunch of pathetic metal skeletons, this is no longer your time."

Little Fulgrim's mouth was like poison; a few words were enough to break the Necron Lord.

"Mon-keigh!"

The Necron Lord roared in a hoarse voice, then struggled to stand up.

Just as he braced himself with his hands on the ground, Little Fulgrim kicked the guy away.

Let him crash into the wall in the distance.

With a loud bang, the Necron Lord fell apart.

Little Fulgrim looked up and saw Trazyn looking at him, so he strode over to her.

"Damn it! Stop him! Stop him for me!"

Trazyn ordered his personal Lychguard to stop Little Fulgrim.

Little Fulgrim clenched his fist.

A series of banging sounds echoed in the air.

With only his fists, he fought his way through the Lychguard and stood before Trazyn.

"You're the one who arrested me."

Little Fulgrim's eyes burned with rage; the anger of being betrayed made him eager to find a target to vent his frustration on.

"This is a deal. Fabius gave you to me." Trazyn gripped his Scepter, confronting Little Fulgrim.

Even with his sturdy metal body, Trazyn knew perfectly well that he was no match for a Primarch.

Primarch are the pinnacle of genetic creation, incorporating the power of the Warp. Once fully awakened, they possess power comparable to that of a god.

He was simply an old scholar who loved archaeology.

"I will go to him, but for now, I need to collect some interest first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Little Fulgrim launched an attack on Trazyn.

His movements were so fast that they created afterimages in the air.

A punch was thrown, creating a sonic boom in the air.

He doesn't need weapons; his fists are enough for him to defeat all the enemies here.

In just two rounds, Trazyn was sent flying and crashed into the wall.

His metallic body nearly cracked open.

Green coolant flowed out along the crack, just like his blood.

Several Lychguard rushed over to shield their master from Little Fulgrim.

Taking advantage of the situation, Trazyn produced a cube whose surface was engraved with endless Necron runes.

A unique, ethereal green glow emanated from the box.

"Let them all become my collection."

Trazyn unlocked the box.

A beam of light erupted forth and spread rapidly.

In an instant, time and space ceased to flow, and everything fell into a state of stillness.

Trazyn smiled.

In the end, he won.

But the next second, the God Chosen, who should have stopped moving, started moving again.

"Luckily, Xi Ling was there, otherwise we would have been tricked."

The Warmaster felt somewhat relieved.

They were wearing the Hellfire Inceptor Power Armor developed by Xi Ling.

In addition to its excellent performance, this Power Armour can also borrow some of Xi Ling's power at crucial moments.

When they were controlled by the Stasis Field released by the Dimensional Cube in Trazyn's hands...

Xi Ling then activated the Hell Vanguard's spacetime device, granting players a unique spacetime field that allows them to move freely within the Stasis Field.

"This is impossible! How could you possibly do this!" Trazyn, usually so composed, sounded flustered.

He never imagined that his foolproof trick would fail him.

It's worth noting that Latitude Cube uses technology from C'tan.

How could humanity possibly crack the technology of the C'tan?

This is not scientific?

Doesn't this defy common sense about the universe?

Warmaster and his men surrounded Trazyn.

"Now, it's time for reckoning, Trazyn."

"Surrender, you can't escape."

"The Infinite, you don't want this either..."

Holding his Scepter, Trazyn looked at the God Chosen surrounding him, made a snap decision, and launched an attack.

After a fierce battle, he was pinned to the ground, unable to move.

"Next time, I won't lose."

Trazyn shouted,

Immediately afterwards, he wanted to free his mind and escape.

Warmaster quickly took out a collar device and put it on the other person's metal neck.

With a click, the collar automatically locked, and fine metal tentacles grew and attached themselves to Trazyn's body.

Immediately afterwards, a jumble of disordered code appeared in Trazyn's eyes.

His mind and thoughts were trapped inside his body, unable to break free.

"How could you possibly possess such technology?"

Trazyn was truly panicked this time.

Using his escape ability to flee the battlefield is his ultimate survival tactic.

Now, it's malfunctioning!!

How is that possible??

"You've made so many trips before, did you really think we wouldn't be prepared this time??"

Trazyn's substitution tactics were a major annoyance to the Warmaster and his team.

After finally defeating one, it turned out to be an avatar.

Defeat the other, or the avatar.

Trazyn is a master of the survivalist path; it would be a shame if he didn't transmigrate to a world of immortals to cultivate immortality.

The Twisted Man took the dimensional magic from Trazyn's hand, shut it down, and allowed time and space on the battlefield to flow again.

The changes in all things in the world have once again returned to an unstoppable path.

Everything that had been stopped was rushing to make up for the few seconds that had just been lost.

Almost instantly, everything happened.

Little Fulgrim regained his mobility.

The fist, which had been paused, fell and slammed into a Lychguard, sending him flying and crashing into the distance with a thud.

"Mission accomplished. Have the Eternal Retribution warship teleport us away."

Rescuing Little Fulgrim and capturing Trazyn, both mission objectives have been achieved.

Warmaster and other players decided to leave the battlefield.

They established communication with the warships in orbit, requesting to be teleported back.

The Necron Warrior went mad.

They couldn't just stand by and watch their leader be captured like this.

But the players were already prepared.

Several players stayed behind to cover the rear, prepared to sacrifice themselves to buy time for the other players to evacuate.

"The Eternal Retribution warship has locked onto our coordinates, everyone move closer."

Bright arcs of light appeared beside Warmaster.

Tiny bolts of lightning seemed to come alive, leaping and dancing around him.

"Let's go, let's get out of here first."

Ten-Timer and the Twisted Man Little Fulgrim to the side of the Warmaster.

The Necron Warrior launched a relentless attack on the players, successfully defeating them.

But it was all too late.

A dazzling light appeared, enveloping Warmaster and the others.

After the light faded, they left directly.

Only a group of Necron Lord and warriors remained on the spot, letting out desperate roars.

Trazyn's capture caused panic among the Necron's high command.

As an assistant, Sannet stepped forward to take charge.

"The curator still has a backup in the world of Solemnace, so he can be resurrected in the Tomb World as soon as he dies."

After using this excuse to appease many high-ranking officials,

Sannet then ordered the remaining troops to continue using the dimensional wormhole to evacuate the planet that was about to fall.

When Little Fatty and the other players stormed in, the Pyramid was already deserted, leaving only the collections that had not yet been moved.

This battle, which lasted for several months, has now come to the Veil.

News of the victory quickly reached Terra.

The news of the capture of a Necron Overlord was like a bombshell, causing a huge uproar.

As soon as news of the expeditionary fleet's return to the Sol System spread, countless people lined up at the port.

The loading and unloading channels were once blocked, making it completely impassable.

Qin Yun had no choice but to deploy the army to maintain order and prevent a catastrophic stampede.

Only when law enforcement officers wield stun batons and lead teams of officers in Power Armour can they Intimidation Fanaticism crowds.

They were made to stand obediently outside the cordon. Several paths were cleared at the port platform to allow people who wanted to leave to depart smoothly.

When the warships of the punitive expeditionary force entered the harbor, the long-waiting crowd cheered.

When the players emerged from the warship with the captured Necron Overlord...

The cheers were deafening and overwhelming.

The long-awaited Ecclesiarchy personnel scattered flowers, taking the opportunity to praise the Emperor.

It was common knowledge throughout the Imperium that the God Chosen were the Emperor's retinue.

The welcoming ceremony was incredibly grand, and the participating players grinned from ear to ear, waving to the crowd.

Upon exiting the warship, they were inspected by specialized Magos.

They were instructed to remove some of their strange decorations and put on their armor properly to avoid causing discomfort to the public.

This is Qin Yun's order.

After all, gamers are generally people who just want to have fun.

He was genuinely worried that these guys would put on a show of spinning around like giant birds at such an important event.

Just imagining that scene is enough to make one's vision go black.

As the God Chosen and Imperium heroes received cheers and flowers from the people,

However, a group of people were secretly transported to the surface by black transport boats.

They were none other than Little Fulgrim, and Mathanor, the Luna Wolves, and Astartes.

For certain special reasons, they cannot appear in public to avoid causing unnecessary public opinion storms.

"We were the main characters," Mathanor said, his voice tinged with sadness.

Before being taken away by Trazyn, he had enjoyed countless such welcoming ceremonies.

They walked proudly past the crowd, receiving cheers, flowers, and applause from the people.

Now, he's like a rat in the street.

They can only hide in the shadows and can no longer stand in the spotlight.

"Father, why? Why did you betray us? You loved the Emperor so much, and you swore to give your life for Him."

Mathanor asked the question again and again, but no one could give him an answer.

They are the Luna Wolves, the Emperor's noble warriors.

But in this era, there is no place for them.

Little Fulgrim also appeared gloomy.

If he appears in front of the public,

The Iron Hands Chapter, having lost its Primarch, will surely bring numerous sub-chapters to Terra to demand an explanation.

His true form personally severed the head of the Iron Hands Primarch.

This is a hatred the Iron Hands Chapter will never forget.

The black transport ship entered Terra silently and sent these people of special status to a secluded place for resettlement.

Trajan, as Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, also participated in the celebration.

But his gaze would always unconsciously fall on those God Chosen.

These powerful God Chosen had all participated in the Pilgrimage Crusade and had visited the central hub of the Webway — the City of Miracles.

That was the main battlefield of the War of the Webway.

The God Chosen obtained many of the relics of the sacrificed Adeptus Custodes there.

These relics had been used many times and were damaged, which caused Trajan distress.

After the celebration ended, Trajan found Qin Yun and knelt before him on one knee.

"Living Saint, I wish to retrieve the relics in the hands of the God Chosen, which are suffering irreversible damage."

"If it continues to be placed in the hands of the God Chosen, it will probably break down completely soon and be abandoned by them."

Qin Yun stopped what he was doing. "So, you want the God Chosen to hand over the relics they obtained?"

"Yes," Trajan nodded. "So many of those Adeptus Custodes sacrificed themselves; they deserve to be remembered by posterity. Let them leave a mark on this world, my Living Saint."

After thinking for a while, Qin Yun created a task.

Mission: Recover the remains of Imperium heroes who died in the ancient War of the Webway.

Trajan, the Captain-General, was overcome with grief upon seeing the God Chosen carrying the equipment of the Adeptus Custodes who had died in battle.

He was heartbroken at the thought that the heroes of the Imperium who fought to the last moment on the Webway for the Imperium still had not been able to rest in peace.

It's time to bring our fallen heroes home.

Go to Trajan to register, and he will explain the details of the mission.

Mission Requirements: Bring back the remains or belongings of fallen Adeptus Custodes from the Webway. The mission score will be assessed based on their value.

Mission Reward: A One-Day Experience with the Adeptus Custodes (You can wear the Adeptus Custodes' golden armor, wield their unique halberds, and complete a day's mission in the Imperial Palace.)

Commission Rewards: The top ten contributors can enter the Throne Room and observe the Emperor's majestic figure up close.

Top three contributors: Receive an extra Blood Games trial card (You can plan a thrilling infiltration, simulate killing the Adeptus Custodes along the way, and finally successfully reach the Golden Throne.)

First place on the contribution list: Gain access to the Imperial Palace dungeon, serve as a jailer, and guard Abaddon's good brother, Khayon, for one day.

(You may take photos of all the above experiences, and the official photos will be sent to your personal email address.)

"Living Saint, is this really going to work?" Trajan looked at the task with some uncertainty.

Qin Yun nodded, "Not only will it work, but those God Chosen will thank you."

Trajan looked puzzled.

But in the end, they made up their minds and sent out the task.

This task will appear in the taskbar as soon as it appears.

This immediately excited the advanced players who had just participated in the welcoming ceremony.

Warmaster: "Ah, no, assassinate the Emperor? Is it that exciting?"

Ten-Timer: "Warmaster, this mission suits you perfectly."

Little Fatty: "I witnessed the Warmaster personally killing the Emperor."

Turtle: "Loken's terrier isn't allowed."

"You can take photos during this mission!"

"We have to make a big splash with this, to show off!"

"I'm going to find Trajan now. You two can talk slowly."

"Shameless, I'm going too."

"..."

Players are very enthusiastic about this mission.

They didn't even have time to arrange the subsequent banquet; they rushed off to take on the mission.

Due to the game mechanics, all missions are limited to a certain number of players.

First come, first served; slow and you'll miss out. If you're slow, you won't even get a drop of soup.

Trajan was initially a little apprehensive, as he was giving the God Chosen a task with the reward of a day's work as a member of the Adeptus Custodes.

That sounds a bit far-fetched!

Until he saw the God Chosen appear at the end of the corridor,

The way he looked at me was like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

"The Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes is there!"

"Charge! The mission is ours!"

"Don't try to take it, give me some face."

"..."

Seeing the God Chosen howling in relief, Trajan breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems the mission to retrieve the remains of the Adeptus Custodes has been accomplished.

These God Chosen are really strange. Are they so happy to let them experience the life of the Adeptus Custodes?

Trajan stood there, pondering how to speak in a way that would be more imposing and authoritative.

He cleared his throat, preparing his words.

"God Chosen, you..."

The players were running too fast and couldn't stop in time, so they all crashed into us.

Trajan, who was preoccupied with thinking of words, was sent flying by the impact.

The Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes slid seven or eight meters across the ground like that.

The noisy players suddenly fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances.

P. S.: Updates have resumed at 12 o'clock. I must keep updating consistently.