Player-Made Exoskeleton Armor

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

Qin Yun looked at the prompt, deep in thought.

A level 10 player's physique far surpassed that of an ordinary person.

In the real world, they would count as one man in ten thousand.

But in the Warhammer Universe, such a formidable man only barely met the basic requirements for becoming an Astartes.

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

After checking the requirements for becoming an Astartes, Qin Yun examined the limited-time missions.

Limited-Time Mission: Assist Belisarius Cawl in reaching Macragge.

Cadia Fortress had fallen, and the Era Indomitus had arrived. Humanity had fallen into its greatest crisis in history, yet a sliver of hope remained amid the despair.

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

Unfortunately, Abaddon the Despoiler had also learned of this.

He had dispatched his most capable subordinates to prevent the Primarch's resurrection.

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

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

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

The Hive Mind coveted the Blood Angels' unique genetic sequence.

It dispatched the Leviathan Fleet to destroy the Blood Angels' homeworld and obtain that unique genetic sequence.

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

Phase Two: Assist the fleet in delaying the Tyranid fleet in the Void. (Mission expired, invalid.)

Phase Three: Assist the Blood Angels and their many successor Chapters in resisting the Tyranids on Baal. (In progress, available to accept.)

Friendly Reminder: The mission location is within a Warp anomaly zone. Time flows differently there than in other regions. Please consider carefully.

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"Archmagos Belisarius Cawl is heading to Macragge! That means Guilliman hasn't been resurrected yet."

Because of the Warp, time differed between star sectors.

After the Great Rift expanded, time across various regions had become even more chaotic.

For example, during the Battle of Baal, the Blood Angels and the Swarm had fought for only a few months, while decades had passed outside.

Qin Yun had always known that he was in the Era Indomitus, but he had not known the galaxy's exact situation.

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

Since Guilliman had not yet been resurrected, events such as the Battle of Lion's Gate, the Indomitus Crusade, and the Plague Wars had yet to occur.

"With my current strength, I wouldn't be able to help much even if I rushed over there!"

"I should strengthen myself as quickly as possible, participate in the Battle of Macragge, and earn the Primarch's support and trust."

Guilliman was the Imperium's Regent, and for a long time, its only awakened loyal Primarch.

His authority was astonishing.

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

If Qin Yun could gain his support, many troubles would no longer be troubles at all.

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

He knew full well that without the Emperor's Aegis, his end would be miserable.

The Great Rift had opened. The gods and the Emperor would all step onto the stage in person, and a victor would surely be decided.

If the Imperium lost, the Chaos Dark Gods would devour the entire galaxy, just as Prescience foretold.

As for the other factions, if humanity lost, they would probably be finished too.

The Aeldari were already in their twilight years.

The Ynnari were bent on resurrecting Ynnead so that Ynnead could deal with Slaanesh.

But one of the Crone Swords needed to resurrect Ynnead was in Slaanesh's hands.

The Orks did not care what became of the galaxy.

They only wanted to WAAAGH.

The Necrons had slept for sixty million years and had gone senile.

Their technology was advanced, but their entire race was fractured and scattered.

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

As for the Tyranids, they should thank their lucky stars if they were not eaten by them.

Qin Yun had no choice but to tie himself to the same chariot as the Emperor and the Imperium.

Helping the Imperium and humanity secure victory was his only option.

If all else failed, he could at least get Guilliman to agree to build engines on Terra.

Then, if things went wrong, they could still run.

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

The battle to reclaim Lycade Station was in full swing.

Most players worked hard to earn Faith Points and Contribution Points while raising their levels.

But some players disliked combat and instead enjoyed tinkering with all sorts of strange things.

For example, Dora, known as Dora is the Omnissiah, worked in intelligent algorithms and robotics in the real world.

After entering the game, he had initially followed the other players in killing zombies and Cultists.

But as he fought, another idea came to him.

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

They could repair reactors and pilot warships.

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

So why not do what he enjoyed in the game?

He immediately got to work.

He gathered several players and founded the Dora Workshop.

The Dora Workshop's first goal was to create low-cost exoskeletons.

Priest Hina had several exoskeletons for sale, but they were outrageously expensive.

An industrial exoskeleton used for maintenance work cost five hundred thousand Contribution Points.

At this stage, players were pitifully poor.

After implanting prosthetics or strengthening their bodies, they had barely any Contribution Points left and simply could not afford exoskeletons.

Yet the boost an exoskeleton gave to combat power was obvious.

No player could refuse an Exoskeleton Armor that could turn them into a firepower maniac.

Dora saw the potential of this market and prepared to make a big move.

If he succeeded, he could not only make a fortune but also fulfill his dream.

Humanity's technological level was not low.

In some fields, it even surpassed the Necrons and the Aeldari.

But because of the Adeptus Mechanicus's conservatism and stubbornness, products could only be manufactured if they had corresponding STC designs.

Otherwise, they would be deemed heretical, and the Adeptus Mechanicus would send a punitive fleet to wipe them out.

However, to players like Dora and the others,

the Adeptus Mechanicus's rules and threats were not worth a sheet of scrap paper.

Could players still be called players if they did not pull crazy stunts?

The Dora Workshop soon used available materials to assemble their first product—the Tomorrow Type I Exoskeleton.

As for why it had that name, they had copied the exoskeleton design from The Tomorrow War wholesale.

The cost of a Tomorrow Type I Exoskeleton was practically zero.

With so few people around, many warehouses and factories were unguarded, and supplies had not been inventoried.

The Dora Workshop players simply took components from warehouses and equipment from factories. There was no cost at all.

The Warmaster and his group had finished resting and were preparing to head out for missions.

Dora sidled up to them mysteriously.

"Hey, brother, want some equipment?"

"What equipment?" The Warmaster looked at him in confusion.

"Exoskeleton Armor."

The Warmaster's eyes widened. "You're reselling equipment privately?"

"Not reselling. We made it ourselves," Dora said.

The Warmaster looked even more confused. "You made it?"

"That's right. Dora Workshop products are guaranteed quality. Come on, even if you don't buy, at least take a look."

Dora dragged the Warmaster into a room.

Several other players were inside.

The moment they saw the Warmaster and his group enter, they hurriedly stepped aside.

The Warmaster and the others saw an Exoskeleton Armor placed in the center of the room.

"The Tomorrow Type I Exoskeleton Armor can carry five hundred kilograms. It has twenty-four servo motors, muscle-sensing controls, millisecond-level response, twenty-four-hour battery life, and two heavy machine guns. It's a proper heavy-firepower platform."

Dora introduced the Exoskeleton Armor's specifications to the Warmaster and the others.

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

"We did," Dora said proudly.

"Interesting. How much are you planning to sell it for?"

The Warmaster examined the Exoskeleton Armor before him with interest.

"Fifty thousand." Dora held up one hand. "Just a fraction of Priest Hina's shop prices."

"No." The Warmaster turned and started to leave.

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

"Twenty thousand."

"Let's meet halfway. Forty-five thousand."

"Eighteen thousand."

"Hey, wait, why are you bargaining downward?"

"Sixteen thousand. If you sell at that price, we'll take five. Otherwise, this rough thing of yours has no quality guarantee. What if it blows up halfway through a mission?"

"I really can't sell it at that price. I wouldn't even recover the cost. For five sets, give me one hundred and fifty thousand."

"Too expensive."

"Then how much are you offering?"

"At most one hundred and twenty thousand. Not one point more."

"Fine, deal."

Dora slapped his thigh. "I'll take a loss today just to make this sale."

After happily taking the one hundred and twenty thousand Contribution Points, Dora had people carry over five Tomorrow Type I Exoskeleton Armors for delivery.

The five players in the Warmaster's squad put on the Exoskeleton Armors and went off to complete their missions.

Although Exoskeleton Power Armor could not compare to Power Armor, its boost to players' combat strength was still astonishing.

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

Wherever they went, zombie hordes were swept away. They cleared monsters far faster than everyone else.

Before long, the Dora Workshop had earned a reputation for good quality at low prices.

Many players came to them to buy Exoskeleton Armor, and business boomed for a time.

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

Qin Yun soon learned that the players had been privately making exoskeleton equipment.

He knew this day would come sooner or later.

If the Fourth Calamity did not pull outrageous stunts, could it still be called the Fourth Calamity?

That was also why he had breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that Priest Hina came from a Forge World on the galaxy's edge.

If it had been those old conservatives on Mars, they would probably have shouted that the ancestors' laws must not be changed, then ordered Servitors to gun down the players.

"This kind of thing should be encouraged and supported. Give them an interest-free loan."

Qin Yun had originally planned to reward them directly.

But he considered that giving players too many Contribution Points might dampen their drive.

So he decisively chose another form of support.

He would give them interest-free loans so they could recruit people, improve their products, and expand production.

The player-driven industrial army buildup would depend on them.