A New Warhammer Succubus Is Born

The Eternal Dusk, Space Hulk consisting of lost ships and Void station, is the size of a small asteroid and is controlled by Ork Warlord.

The Ork's Mek Boss had transformed it into a heavily fortified Void fortress, and if it wasn't eliminated in time, these Orks would threaten several neighboring star sectors.

The Chapter Master of the Space Wolves, Roger Grimnal, was troubled by this matter and hoped that a powerful God Chosen could help him solve it.

Basic rewards: 150,000 Contribution Points, 3,000 Warfare Score, and 17,000 Honor Points.

Commission rewards: Determined based on the number of kills and the degree of mission completion.

Special Reward: The Wolf Chapter's Friendship - The top five players on the mission contribution leaderboard will receive one Relic.

"Living Saint, is this alright?" Logan edited the task according to the template and handed it to Qin Yun.

Qin Yun took the Data Slate, confirmed that everything was in order, and nodded.

"That's it, there's absolutely no problem."

"Just like that, you can get those God Chosen to serve the Wolf Chapter?" Logan was somewhat skeptical.

He learned from Guilliman's accompanying officials that the God Chosen held a very high status.

Because many people have witnessed firsthand that the God Chosen receive the Emperor's blessing.

"They were born for this purpose."

Qin Yun operated the Data Slate and then clicked to confirm and publish.

"They'll be here to register in a minute. Remember to be friendly; they're just like you."

Logan: "..."

If you want to say the God Chosen have bad tempers, just say so directly, instead of dragging us into it.

Even you, a Living Saint, are wicked in some ways.

The Eternal Dusk's mission was posted to the public channel.

It attracted the attention of players as soon as it appeared.

"So quickly, they've incorporated the Wolf Chapter into their mission system!!"

"The official efficiency is getting faster and faster."

"The Wolf Chapter's Friendship! Relic, these are good stuff, let's take them all."

"Please give me this task, everyone!!"

"I'm playing Warhammer Online, not Great Voyage Online. Where did this Red-Haired Shanks come from?"

"Isn't the universe a sea? Why confine it to a small pond on a tiny planet?"

"How dare you compare the Grand Line to a small pond! The Five Elders are shocked, Nika is furious, Imu is furious."

"By the way, what's the latest storyline in One Piece?"

"I was having a good time, why did you have to bring this up?"

"I have absolutely no interest in watching One Piece now. All that passion and struggle is fake. It's all just second-generation characters and overpowered characters."

"..."

As always, the players' discussions veered off course completely.

The conversation started with Warhammer, then moved on to Uncharted Waters, and then from the power scaling issues in Uncharted Waters to Dragon Ball.

Then, the discussion shifted from Dragon Ball to whether Super Saiyan or the Giant of Light could destroy the entire Milky Way faster.

In the end, the players unanimously agreed that Saitama was the sole victor in this chaotic war across the heavens.

Of course, while chatting, they didn't neglect grabbing tasks at all.

Players in Fenris rushed to Logan's location.

Logan was still somewhat skeptical.

By issuing a task, you can get the God Chosen to do things for you.

Before long, a large group of players surrounded him.

A huge, dark circle.

Logan was dumbfounded; he hadn't expected these God Chosen to actually fall for the mission.

"Ah, even the air in Fenris is so crisp and sweet. I Fenris, Logan. Give me the mission."

One player shouted in a sickeningly sweet voice.

The Space Wolves, including the Stormcaller Njal, standing nearby, suddenly felt a wave of nausea!

There are rewards, but do you God Chosen have to be so stingy?!

"Let's not beat around the bush, I'm here to do a mission."

"The enemy! Where is the enemy?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Slash! Slash! Slash!"

"..."

Logan recalled the Living Saint's words, glanced around at the enthusiastic God Chosen, and then spoke in a kind yet authoritative tone.

"The Ork Warlord occupies the ruins of the Eternal Twilight is very powerful and skilled in the use of psionic energy. He wields a Blackstone staff filled with Supernatural and commands a large number of Ork warriors."

"To defend the Allfather's territory, we must destroy the Ork's fortress, kill that leader, and utterly destroy the wrecked ship."

"Thank you for your dedication. Space Wolves will remember your Friendship."

After saying that, Logan began to select the God Chosen.

The Eternal Twilight's wrecked ship is comparable to an asteroid, teeming with countless Ork.

To storm the Ork fortress and, under the protection of numerous Ork warriors, behead that Ork Warlord would be no easy task.

It would take a group of heroes with a spirit of sacrifice to do this.

Logan selected those God Chosen met the criteria based on the information on the Data Slate.

He saw the God Chosen had challenged him before.

The other party was also crowding into the group of God Chosen, clearly hoping to try their luck.

Logan felt a little angry when he thought about what the other person had said before.

They are not wolf cubs abandoned by Russ.

Logan deliberately avoided choosing that guy, skipping him several times in a row.

The Bald Monk didn't have much hope to begin with.

After all, the NPCs in Warhammer Online are too intelligent; they really do hold grudges.

But he was skipped several times in a row, and even players who were not as good as him were selected.

This blatant targeting still made him very indignant.

The Bald Monk pushed his way through the crowd and stood before Logan, shouting, "As a Sons of Russ, I demand that you put me on the list."

His voice was so loud that it silenced all the players and Space Wolves, who all watched the scene unfold.

Everyone knows about the conflict between the two.

"Why should I?" Logan raised his head and looked at the God Chosen in front of him.

"With my weapons and my blood," the Bald Monk said, "the Sons of Russ should be at the forefront of the fight for his Allfather. It would be a disgrace if he were forced to stay away from the battlefield because of his own selfishness."

"If you insist on humiliating me, I suggest we have another duel."

"You lost your previous duel," Logan said.

"So what? I'm still standing here. As long as I have a breath left, I will keep challenging until the shame is washed away," the Bald Monk shouted. "I am the Sons of Russ, and I will never accept the humiliation I have suffered."

These words silenced Logan for a moment, then he said to the Bald Monk, "Do not betray the blood of Russ."

The Bald Monk's eyes widened, revealing a look of surprise.

"Fantastic! Long live Fenris! Long live the wolves!"

Amidst the clanging of armor, the excited Bald Monk suddenly embraced the Wolf Lord, Logan.

Logan looked shocked; the sudden hug had thrown his usually composed mind into disarray.

Logan looked at the God Chosen before him and felt a surge of emotion.

If it were me who got turned away and mocked, I'd probably be cursed even more rudely than him.

Even a God Chosen is still just a young child.

Hot-tempered and naive, a true Fenrisian Wolf cub.

During the Months of Shame incident, my words and actions were far more serious than those of this young man.

"Welcome back to Fenris, child. The blood of Russ binds us together."

Logan spoke sincerely, and at that moment, he completely acknowledged this God Chosen with the blood of Russ.

"Russ connects us by blood," the Bald Monk shouted.

Logan smiled.

He recalled the Bald Monk's performance during their duel.

After hesitating for a moment, Logan turned and whispered a few words in the ear of Ulrik, the Wolf Guard accompanying him.

Ulrik looked surprised.

"Wolf Lord, is this really how it has to be?"

"Go ahead, his potential is greater than all of ours, he deserves Russ's gift," Logan said.

Ulrik nodded and turned to walk into the deep tunnel.

A moment later, he returned with a reliquary.

After the relic box was opened, a Frost Axe appeared before everyone.

The handle of the battle axe is wrapped with anti-slip strips, and ancient runes are engraved on the axe body. The sharp blade gleams with a cold light.

"This is a gift for the Sons of Russ, who possesses pure blood, God Chosen, ' Genestealer! I can tell you're not human at first glance,'" Logan read out the Bald Monk's ID from the text.

To be honest, Logan didn't know the meaning of these words when put together.

I just feel that the names of these God Chosen are all very strange.

First Company strange words combined together.

Logan guessed it must be some kind of profound Warp language.

Those demons might recognize them.

"What is this?" The Bald Monk's eyes widened.

Unexpectedly, he actually had a day when he had to ask NPCs to give him gifts.

Did the game developers have a change of heart and transfer the Succubus physique from that bastard Warmaster to themselves?

"This is the weapon Russ once used, called the Winter War Axe, which was made from the fangs of Kraken monster hunted by the Primarch."

Logan took out the Winter War Axe and handed it to the Bald Monk.

A light screen automatically appeared, introducing him to the origin of the weapon.

Weapon Name: Winter War Axe (Legendary)

This weapon was crafted from the teeth of a sea monster hunted by Russ himself.

If you can draw out the power within, you can easily defeat your opponent.

Rend: Winter War Axe can inflict wounds on the target that are difficult to heal, causing them to bleed continuously.

Kraken's Might: The remnant soul of the sea monster still resides within the battle axe. When the user's will overcomes it, they can wield its power.

"Legendary equipment, this is amazing!!"

The Bald Monk's eyes widened, his face filled with surprise.

"Is this really a gift for me?"

Logan nodded. "Yes, it's for you."

"Why?" the Bald Monk asked.

"Because you are a true Sons of Russ, you never compromise, never fear, and dare to fight and express your true nature."

Logan patted the Bald Monk on the shoulder. "If you choose to please me, this gift will not be given to you."

"But if you choose to be yourself, then this gift is yours."

The Bald Monk looked at the Winter War Axe in his hand, his face beaming with joy.

He seems to have figured out why the Warmaster is so popular!

These NPCs are not cold, unchanging code programs like in other games; they have their own thoughts and personalities.

The greatest secret to getting along with people is sincerity.

Sincerity is the ultimate weapon.

When interacting with these NPCs, it's important to remain sincere.

The news that the Bald Monk had obtained the weapon left behind by the Primarch — the Winter War Axe— was quickly spread throughout the chat channels.

Warmaster: "There's something fishy going on here. This doesn't make sense."

Damo: "Warmaster, we felt the same way when we first saw you."

Little Fatty: "Damn it, the Succubus population has grown even larger. They're handing out Primarch weapons right off the bat, seriously? Is there no logic to this?"

"..."

The players were buzzing with excitement, each one practically drooling with envy.

Primarch- level weapon!!

A rare item that money can't buy.

After the mission was announced, everyone returned to the banquet and began the much-anticipated duel.

After eating and drinking their fill, they would fight – this was a tradition of every Astartes Chapter.

Even Ultramarines have this habit.

The Old Thirteen was also invited into the banquet hall.

This is an apology from Njal and other Space Wolves for their disrespect towards him.

Of course, the Space Wolves also harbored the idea of regaining their pride in the Duelling Arena.

Unfortunately, the idea was nice, but reality was cruel.

Ogryn, clad in heavy armor and having undergone two promotions,

Its formidable fighting power quickly made the group of Space Wolves question their very existence.

Even with the personal intervention of several Great Company Wolf Lord, the outcome was not much better.

I could only manage a draw, just enough to avoid a humiliating defeat.

"The only way to beat this guy is to fight to the death."

"Given time, he could easily rival that One-Eyed Ogryn."

Logan gave the Old Thirteen extremely high praise.

It is believed that with the Emperor's blessing and support, the Old Thirteen is absolutely qualified to compete with Magnus the Red for the title of the strongest Ogryn in the Milky Way.

The next day,

Guilliman chose to say goodbye.

The Indomitus Crusade was still in full swing at this time.

The Primarch has many things to attend to and cannot linger in Fenris for too long.

"When crisis comes, the pack will answer the Imperium's call," said Logan, the Wolf Lord, as he bid farewell to the Primarch.

"Thank you to the Wolf of Fenris for their support of the Indomitus Crusade. With your help, the chances of winning this battle are much greater."

Guilliman smiled, but secretly he was complaining.

You bunch of wolf cubs will surely answer the Living Saint's call.

As for my and others' orders to have you assist,

I'm afraid you'll just use the documents to wipe your butts.

Guilliman departed from the helipad at the Fang aboard a transport ship, returning to the Macragge's Honour, and led his troops on another journey.

Before leaving, he left behind several large warships equipped with Beacon systems.

This facilitates the God Chosen' travel to and from Fenris via the Beacon Network.

A group of Adeptus Mechanicus members also stayed behind to assist the wolf pack in building the orbital space station and bringing Fenris into the Beacon Network.

Qin Yun did not choose to return to Terra.

Instead, they decided to follow the wolf pack and the players who had received the mission to the Eternal Dusk Space Hulk.

Terra's current political affairs no longer require his attention; the reorganized High Lords Council is now competent in this role.

Logan naturally wholeheartedly agreed with the Living Saint's decision.

With Qin Yun around, the wolf pack no longer needs to worry about Wolf-form.

After completing the pre-battle preparations, the Imperial Fleet set sail from Fenris and headed straight for the Space Hulk, the Eternal Dusk.

With Qin Yun present, the Warp had previously been very unfriendly to the Space Wolves, was now as docile as a woman who had been completely conquered.

What would normally be a week-long journey was completed in just a few hours.

As the Void twisted and Rend, the Imperial Fleet entered the Void of reality through the gap.

Through the porthole, I saw the Space Hulk that resembled an asteroid.

"Now we can begin. Have the God Chosen land and carry out the mission of beheading the Ork Warlord. You will be responsible for providing outer fire support."

Qin Yun said to Logan.

PS: I'm resuming my habit of updating one chapter at 5 PM and another in the evening.

It's already at 990,000 words, and it'll be over a million words soon, hehe.