Mission: Clear the Plague Zombies in A142 Area A group of walking corpses infected with the Nurgle Virus roams this area. Eliminate them. Type: Strike Reward: 15,000 Contribution Points Mission: Destroy the virus canisters in Storage Zone B-124 Cultists have stored Nurgle Virus canisters here, intending to turn the space station's inhabitants into zombies. Stop them. Type: Sabotage Reward: 50,000 Contribution Points Mission: Restart the H-533A Energy Hub This energy hub supplies power to multiple areas and was paralyzed by traitor sabotage. Restart it under Priest Hina's guidance. Type: Repair Reward: 100,000 Contribution Points
After three rounds of game slot distribution.
A total of 120 players had entered the game so far.
They formed different squads, completed missions, and earned Contribution Points.
With skills like Firearms Shooting and Melee Combat, along with the prosthetic enhancements provided by Priest Hina.
The players' combat effectiveness was far superior to that of the disorganized, undisciplined Cultists and Plague Zombies.
The debt-ridden players were brimming with enthusiasm and never complained about hard work.
They launched attack after attack and reclaimed quite a few areas.
Even Priest Hina felt that these God Chosen were working far too hard.
Even diligent Servitors seemed somewhat inferior compared to them.
Of course, not every player was carrying out missions.
Some players with special skills had been assigned different jobs by Qin Yun.
For example, Old Bird and his colleagues led Dovahkiin and other players who knew how to repair things under Priest Hina's guidance.
They repaired automated turrets, central data controls, electrical control matrices, and more throughout the station.
Blood Pigeon, Milk Dragon, and the other players continued practicing how to operate Valkyries and various vehicles.
So they could head to the surface of Planet Automata when the time came.
B-10H Cargo Transfer Zone.
Hundreds of Plague Zombie corpses lay scattered across the vast loading hall.
Ten-Timer waved his hand, and an Aether Shard shot forth.
It instantly pierced through the head of a Plague Zombie struggling to crawl in the distance.
"Psykers are so damn cool!" Twisted Man said enviously, his Mantis Blades implanted in his arms.
Ten-Timer smiled. "Your Mantis Blades aren't bad either. In close combat, cutting down zombies is as easy as slicing melons and vegetables."
Warmaster held his gun and scanned the surroundings, searching for any stragglers.
"I have to say, after getting prosthetics, our combat strength has clearly gone up a lot. If we ran into those ordinary Mutants from the warship again, I think we could slaughter our way through them on our own."
Warmaster had not received prosthetics. Instead, he had undergone physical enhancement.
His speed, strength, and endurance had all been improved across the board.
Wrist Bro shook his head, unconvinced by Warmaster's words.
"Back then, it only felt easy because of Guide's buffing skills."
"Otherwise, that Chaos Beast alone could have killed us dozens of times."
Turtle cut off the squad's chatter. "Don't talk about something so far off. The B-10H cleanup mission is complete. Take a few photos and upload them to Priest Hina for confirmation, then we'll head to the next area."
Not long after they uploaded the photos, a reply arrived on the Data Slate.
Mission confirmed. Contribution Points have been issued to the squad account.
"Let's go. Keep moving," Warmaster said.
The squad continued advancing through the corridors connecting the different areas.
When they reached an intersection, Turtle suddenly stopped.
"Something's wrong. People are coming toward us from this direction."
"Are you sure?"
Although he asked that, Warmaster and the others immediately went on alert.
Turtle had sensory prosthetics and was an expert at gathering intelligence.
"I'm sure." Turtle nodded.
"Which way?" Warmaster asked cautiously as he looked at the fork ahead.
"The path on the left. There should be more than a dozen people."
Turtle focused his attention and worked hard to analyze the information he was receiving.
Warmaster replaced the battery in his Lasgun and gave his teammates a look.
"Take cover. Prepare for combat."
Before long, more than a dozen armed Cultists emerged from the corridor on the left.
Two of the Cultists were carrying a heavy metal storage canister.
"Hurry up and get this thing over there."
"Keep an eye on the surroundings. The Loyalists around the Y-107H loading zone have been hitting harder and harder lately. They might have infiltrated this place."
"Once we kill those False Emperor lackeys in Storage Zone B-14Y, we'll turn around and deal with Y-107H. Not one of them is getting away."
"..."
Once the Cultists entered the encirclement.
Warmaster poked his head out, pulled the trigger on his Lasgun, and shouted.
"Move!"
Twisted Man, Turtle, and Wrist Bro also emerged from their hiding spots and opened fire.
Ten-Timer absorbed energy from the Warp, condensed it into ice-crystal Aether Shards, and threw them out.
In barely a dozen seconds, before the Cultists could even react, some were dead and others wounded.
Cough, cough!!
One Cultist had his lung pierced.
But he did not die, only kept coughing up blood.
Twisted Man, who was clearing the battlefield, extended his Mantis Blades.
He drove one blade into the Cultist's shoulder, making him let out a pained groan.
"What were you transporting?" Twisted Man asked.
"You'll be cursed by the gods, lackeys of the False Emperor." The Cultist glared at Twisted Man with hatred and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Don't waste your effort! You expect to get intelligence out of these lunatics? Anyone with a functioning brain wouldn't join Chaos, would they?"
Warmaster walked over and killed the Cultist with a single shot.
"What is this?" Turtle crouched beside the storage canister dropped by the Cultists and examined it.
Wrist Bro kicked the metal storage canister. "Going by the N-Party's usual methods, this is most likely a virus."
"Not most likely. Definitely," Ten-Timer said with certainty.
Twisted Man kicked the dead Cultist's head. "I heard them say just now that there seemed to be Loyalists in B-14Y."
"Let's go take a look." Warmaster looked at his teammates, asking for their opinions.
"I agree."
"Me too."
"Since everyone agrees, we'll check out B-14Y first."
B-13Y Zone.
Ten-Timer and the others lay prone atop a pipeline, scarcely daring to breathe.
Below the pipeline was a dense sea of Plague Zombies.
When they arrived, they discovered that both B-13Y and B-15Y, adjacent to B-14Y, were filled with Plague Zombies.
A single storage zone on the space station covered roughly fifteen mu, larger than an international football field.
It would take tens of thousands of Plague Zombies to fill one storage zone.
And that was not counting the ones in the corridors.
At the very least, nearly a hundred thousand Plague Zombies were surrounding B-14Y.
With such a huge force, how could the five of them dare act rashly?
They could only use the pipelines to crawl into B-13Y and see what was happening in B-14Y.
The corridor leading from B-13Y to B-14Y was crammed full of Plague Zombies.
Gunfire rang out constantly from the corridor entrance, accompanied by occasional explosions.
"Looks like there really are Loyalists. We just don't know how many."
Warmaster frowned at the densely packed Plague Zombies.
"What should we do?" Twisted Man asked. "Go on a killing spree?"
"With this many Plague Zombies, you'd chop until your arms cramped and still never finish them." Turtle rolled his eyes at Twisted Man.
"Something isn't right. With so many Plague Zombies gathered here, someone must be directing them," Ten-Timer said.
"Look over there." Turtle pointed toward a spot.
The others followed the direction Turtle indicated.
They spotted a fat man covered in pustules and festering wounds.
He was surrounded by a group of Cultists.
"I can sense an evil power on him. He should be Plague Blessed," Ten-Timer said. "He's the one controlling the Plague Zombies."
"Should we take him out with a shot?" Warmaster looked at Ten-Timer and made a throat-slitting gesture.
Ten-Timer shook his head. "The N-Party's health bars have always been thick. At this distance, we might not be able to kill him. We'd expose our position instead and trap ourselves in the middle of the enemy."
"Contact Guide. When we need support, we should ask for support."
Turtle nodded and took out his Data Slate.
After editing the message and selecting the recipient, he tapped send.
At that moment, Qin Yun had just led a player squad to wipe out the Cultists and Plague Zombies at the Water Resource Purification Factory.
Hearing the notification for an incoming message, he took out his Data Slate and checked it.
"Guide, we discovered Imperial troops and civilians trapped in Storage Zone B-14Y. They are under siege by Cultists and Plague Zombies. The enemy is numerous, and there may be Nurgle Blessed present. Requesting support. Requesting support."
Qin Yun immediately contacted Hina.
He had her issue a timed mission to all players at once.
Before long, players with Data Slates received the mission prompt.
Limited-Time: Rescue Mission Details: Cultists have trapped a group of loyal Imperial citizens in Storage Zone B-14Y!! Reward: Participating in the rescue operation grants 5,000 Contribution Points. For every Imperial citizen rescued, participating players will receive 20–100 Contribution Points based on their contribution.
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