Player-Made Exoskeleton Armor

"Do I need to reach level 10 before I can implant the Gene-Seed?"

Qin Yun looked at the prompt, lost in thought.

The physique of a level 10 player far surpassed that of an ordinary human.

In the real world, such a person would be considered a one-in-ten-thousand powerhouse.

Yet in the Warhammer universe, such a powerhouse barely met the basic requirements to ascend as an Astartes.

"I still need to keep saving up Faith Points to exchange for the Gene-Seed."

After reviewing the requirements for Astartes ascension, Qin Yun checked the limited-time missions.

[Limited-time Mission: Assist Belisarius Cawl in traveling to Macragge.

Cadia Fortress has fallen, the Era Indomitus has arrived, and humanity is plunged into its greatest crisis ever, yet a glimmer of hope remains amidst the despair.

After ten thousand years of arduous work, Belisarius Cawl has created a mysterious suit of armor capable of resurrecting a Primarch.

Unfortunately, Abaddon the Despoiler has also learned of this news.

He has dispatched his most capable lieutenants to prevent the Primarch's resurrection.

Phase I: Assist Belisarius Cawl in escaping Cadia (Mission expired, invalid)

Phase II: Assist Belisarius Cawl in evading Abaddon's pursuers and reaching Macragge (In progress, available to accept)

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[Limited-time Mission: Assist the Blood Angels Chapter in resisting the Leviathan Fleet.

The Hive Mind covets the Blood Angels for their unique genetic sequence.

It has dispatched the Leviathan Fleet to destroy the Blood Angels' home world, intending to harvest this unique genetic sequence.

Phase I: Assist Chapter Master Dante of the Blood Angels in defending the Cryptus System (Mission expired, invalid)

Phase II: Assist the fleet in delaying the Tyranid fleet in the void (Mission expired, invalid)

Phase III: Assist the Blood Angels and their numerous successor chapters in resisting the Tyranids at Baal (In progress, available to accept)

Friendly Reminder: The mission location is within a Warp anomaly zone; time flows differently in this region compared to others, so please consider carefully.

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"Archmagos Belisarius Cawl is currently en route to Macragge! That means Guilliman has not yet been resurrected."

Due to the Warp, time varies across different star sectors.

After the Great Rift expanded, time in every region fell into chaos.

For instance, in the Battle of Baal, the Blood Angels and the swarm fought for only a few months, yet decades passed in the outside world.

All this time, Qin Yun only knew he was in the Era Indomitus, but he did not know the specific state of the galaxy.

From the descriptions of the limited-time missions, he had finally figured out the current timeline.

The fact that Guilliman had not yet been resurrected meant that the Battle of Lion's Gate, the Indomitus Crusade, and the Plague Wars had not yet occurred.

"With my current strength, even if I rushed over, I wouldn't be of any help!"

"I should focus on increasing my strength as quickly as possible, then join the Battle of Macragge to gain the Primarch's support and trust."

Guilliman was the Regent of the Empire and, for a long time, the only loyalist Primarch to awaken.

His power was staggering.

He could mobilize the manpower and resources of the entire Empire.

If one could gain his support, many troubles would cease to be troubles at all.

Qin Yun had died once before and had personally experienced the terror of the Warp.

He knew very well that without the protection of the Emperor, his fate would surely be miserable.

Once the Great Rift fully opened, the Chaos Gods and the Emperor would personally intervene, and a final outcome would be decided.

If the Empire fell, the Chaos Gods would devour the entire galaxy as prophesied.

As for the other factions, if humanity lost, they would likely be finished as well.

The Aeldari were already in their twilight years.

The Ynnari was single-mindedly focused on resurrecting their god to deal with Slaanesh.

However, one of the Crone Swords needed to resurrect the god was in the hands of Slaanesh.

The Orks did not care what happened to the galaxy.

They only wanted to WAAAGH.

The Necrons had slept for sixty million years, and their minds were scrambled.

Though their technology was advanced, their entire race was fractured and scattered.

As for the T'au Empire, Qin Yun could only scoff.

As for the Tyranids, one should just thank the heavens if they aren't eaten by them.

Qin Yun had no choice but to tie his fate to the Emperor and the Imperium on the same chariot.

Helping the Imperium and helping humanity strive for victory was the only option.

If all else failed, getting Guilliman to agree to build thrusters on Terra would be fine too.

That way, if the situation turned sour, he could still make a run for it.

He could take the Emperor and stage a Warhammer 40K version of The Wandering Earth.

The battle to retake Lycade Station was in full swing.

Most players were working hard to earn Faith Points and Contribution Points to level up.

However, a portion of the players didn't like combat and preferred to tinker with all sorts of miscellaneous things instead.

For example, Dora (Dora is the true Omnissiah), whose real-world profession was researching intelligent algorithms and robotics.

After entering the game, he initially followed other players to kill zombies and Cultists.

As he fought, he began to think about something else.

Warhammer Online was a one-hundred-percent realistic game.

One could repair reactors and pilot warships.

Even real-world knowledge and professional skills could be utilized here.

So why not do what he loved within the game?

He acted immediately.

He pulled a few players together and established Dora Workshop.

The first goal of Dora Workshop was to build low-cost Exoskeleton Armor.

Priest Hina had several sets of exoskeletons for sale, but the price was exorbitant.

A single industrial exoskeleton for maintenance work cost five hundred thousand Contribution Points.

At this stage, the players were pitifully poor.

After installing cybernetic limbs or undergoing body enhancements, they had almost no Contribution Points left and couldn't afford an exoskeleton at all.

Yet, the boost an exoskeleton provided to combat effectiveness was obvious.

No player could refuse an Exoskeleton Armor that allowed them to transform into a walking engine of destruction.

Dora saw the potential in this market and prepared to go all out.

If he succeeded, he would not only make a fortune but also realize his dream.

Humanity's technological level was not actually poor.

In some fields, it was even superior to the Necrons and the Aeldari.

But due to the conservatism and pedantry of the Adeptus Mechanicus, products had to have a corresponding STC to be produced.

Otherwise, it would be viewed as heresy, and they would be wiped out by a punitive fleet dispatched by the Adeptus Mechanicus.

However, for players like Dora and his group.

The regulations and threats of the Adeptus Mechanicus were worth less than a piece of scrap paper.

Could players who didn't stir up trouble even be called players?

Dora Workshop quickly utilized existing materials to assemble their first product—the Tomorrow Type I exoskeleton.

As for why it was named that, it was because they had copied the exoskeleton design from The Tomorrow War.

As for the cost of a single Tomorrow Type I exoskeleton, it was infinitely close to zero.

Because there were so few people, many warehouses and factories were left unguarded, and supplies were not even inventoried.

The players of Dora Workshop simply took parts from warehouses and used factory equipment directly, incurring zero cost.

The Warmaster and his party, having finished their rest, were preparing to set off on a mission.

Dora snuck over, acting all mysterious.

"Hey, brother, want some gear?"

"What kind of gear?" The Warmaster looked at him, looking puzzled.

"Exoskeleton Armor."

The Warmaster's eyes widened, "You guys are illegally reselling equipment??"

"It's not reselling; we built it ourselves," Dora said.

The Warmaster looked confused, "You built it?"

"That's right, produced by Dora Workshop, guaranteed quality. Come on, even if you don't buy, just take a look."

Dora pulled the Warmaster into a room.

Inside were several other players.

Seeing the Warmaster and his team enter, they hurriedly stepped aside.

The Warmaster and his group saw an Exoskeleton Armor placed in the middle of the room.

"Tomorrow Type I Exoskeleton Armor, capable of carrying five hundred kilograms, equipped with 24 servo motors, muscle-sensing drive, millisecond-level response, 24-hour battery life, and armed with two heavy machine guns. It's a proper heavy firepower platform."

Dora introduced the parameters of the Exoskeleton Armor to the Warmaster and his team.

"You built this?" Ten-Timer looked at Dora.

"We built it ourselves," Dora said proudly.

"Interesting. How much do you plan to sell it for?"

The Warmaster examined the Exoskeleton Armor in front of him, a look of interest appearing on his face.

"Fifty thousand." Dora held up a palm. "That's just a fraction of what Priest Hina's shop charges."

"No deal." The Warmaster turned to leave.

"Don't be in such a rush. The price is negotiable, the price is negotiable."

"Twenty thousand."

"Let's meet halfway, forty-five thousand."

"Eighteen thousand."

"Hey, wait, why are you haggling down?"

"Sixteen thousand. If we're buying, we want five sets. Otherwise, who can guarantee the quality of this crude thing? I don't want it exploding halfway through a mission."

"I really can't sell it at that price; I wouldn't even cover the costs. For five sets, I'll give them to you for one hundred and fifty thousand."

"Too expensive."

"Then what's your offer?"

"One hundred and twenty thousand at most, not a single point more."

"Fine, deal."

Dora slapped his thigh hard. "Even if I take a loss today, I'm making the sale."

After happily collecting the 120,000 Contribution Points, Dora had five Tomorrow Type I Exoskeleton Armors brought over for delivery.

The five players of the Warmaster Squad put on the Exoskeleton Armors and headed out to complete their mission.

Although the exoskeleton power armor couldn't compare to true Power Armor, the boost it provided to a player's combat effectiveness was nothing short of exaggerated.

The two heavy machine guns on the shoulders and the five-hundred-kilogram payload capacity turned them into mobile heavy firepower units.

Wherever they went, the zombie hordes were swept away, clearing monsters much faster than anyone else.

Before long, Dora Workshop had built a reputation for high-quality, affordable gear.

Many players sought them out to purchase Exoskeleton Armors, and for a time, business was booming.

Even the Imperial soldiers watched with burning hearts, wishing they could own a set themselves.

Qin Yun soon learned about the players secretly manufacturing exoskeleton equipment.

He knew this day would come sooner or later.

If the Fourth Calamity didn't pull off some crazy stunts, they wouldn't be the Fourth Calamity.

This was also the reason he had breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Priest Hina came from a Forge World on the edge of the galaxy.

If it had been those traditionalists from Mars, they would likely have shouted that the ancestral laws could not be changed, then ordered servitors to gun the players down.

"This kind of thing should be encouraged and supported. Let's provide them with an interest-free loan."

Qin Yun had originally thought about giving them a direct reward.

But thinking that having too many Contribution Points in the players' hands might hinder their motivation, he decisively chose another form of support.

He would give them interest-free loans, allowing them to hire people, improve their products, and expand production scale.

The industrial mass-production strategy would rely on these players.