How Dare You Profane the Sacred Machine

Stepping into the Dora Workshop factory.

A roar of machinery and waves of heat rushed to meet him.

Rugged mechanical arms stood exposed, their hydraulic pipes and control cables visible.

They were busy welding on the assembly line and spraying anti-rust paint onto the surface of the Exoskeleton Armor.

At the end of the conveyor belt, sets of gleaming, brand-new Exoskeleton Armor were lined up.

Several players from Dora Workshop had renovated the factory to set up an industrial assembly line.

They were working day and night, desperately rushing to meet production quotas.

The Exoskeleton Armor produced was not only sold to players but also supplied to Imperial soldiers.

At this stage, the demand was massive.

Seeing Qin Yun walk in, the players overseeing the assembly line were instantly thrown into a panic and hurriedly saluted.

"Lord Guide."

"Lord Guide."

"Who is in charge here?" Qin Yun asked.

"Dora," Big Bad Wolf Who Plays With Little Red Riding Hood answered weakly.

"Where is he?"

"In the studio, researching a new model of exoskeleton."

"Take me there."

Qin Yun's tone left no room for doubt.

Big Bad Wolf dared not disobey and led Qin Yun to the studio.

The other players looked at each other, their faces filled with unease.

"Do you think we'll be punished or banned?"

"That shouldn't happen."

"Hard to say. We might have violated the prohibitions of the Adeptus Mechanicus."

"We're screwed. I was just hoping to make some extra cash, but this is a huge loss."

"Lord Guide."

Upon learning that Guide had arrived, Dora ran out of the studio to welcome him.

"You're quite busy, aren't you?" Qin Yun looked at Dora, who was wearing gray work coveralls.

Dora shook his head repeatedly, "No, Lord Guide, I'm just making things I enjoy."

"Making things you enjoy?"

Qin Yun raised his voice, causing Dora's heart to tremble.

"Then keep doing it. Make it bigger and stronger; turn it into a first-class military industry."

"You have done an excellent job in innovating the Exoskeleton Armor."

"To commend you, I have decided to personally reward each founder of Dora Workshop with 10,000 Contribution Points."

"Additionally, I will provide Dora Workshop with an interest-free loan of ten million Contribution Points to expand your production lines."

Dora's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

He had assumed that Guide had come to hold them accountable.

Instead, he was offering both rewards and interest-free loans.

"Thank you, Lord Guide! We will definitely continue to work hard and make the workshop bigger and stronger."

"Very good," Qin Yun nodded, "I heard you are researching new Exoskeleton Armor. How is the progress?"

"It is more than half finished; it will be ready for production very soon."

Dora led Qin Yun into the studio to introduce the results of the past few days.

"This is the newly researched Tomorrow Type II Exoskeleton Armor."

"Based on the original Type I, the Type II has been fitted with composite curved armor plates, improving overall defense through modular docking."

"The Type II is also equipped with the latest Cogitators combat system and a helmet with a HUD panel display."

"It allows the user to better understand the battlefield situation, and the load capacity has been increased to eight hundred kilograms."

"As for the motion assistance system, we have optimized the behavioral pattern sensing and the dynamic response of the servo motors."

"The heavy laser machine gun on the exoskeleton's shoulder synchronizes with the aim displayed on the player's helmet."

"As long as the trigger is pulled, the targeted enemy can be shredded into pieces in an instant."

"Very good," Qin Yun nodded in satisfaction, "Your creativity is excellent. Is the manufacturing cost high?"

"We are using materials obtained from the space station warehouse, so there is no cost at all—it's all profit."

Dora looked a bit embarrassed.

Qin Yun didn't mind this and continued to press for the manufacturing costs.

"If we possess a complete industrial system, based on current technical productivity, the manufacturing cost of the Tomorrow Type I is about 35,000, and the Tomorrow Type II is around 55,000."

"If we scale up, the price can be pushed down even further."

Dora's answer left Qin Yun very satisfied.

Such a low cost was exactly what he wanted.

Mass-producing troops is just around the corner.

"How many can you produce per day right now?"

"The workshop can currently only produce the Tomorrow Type I, at fifteen sets per day."

"Speed up production; we are about to head to the surface for combat," Qin Yun said. "Exoskeleton Armor can effectively reduce casualties."

"I authorize you to recruit NPCs, and I will grant you secondary permissions to issue missions to other players, but you must provide the mission rewards yourself."

"I only have two requirements: first, increase the output, and second, come up with more new equipment."

Hearing this, Dora straightened his back and shouted with high morale, "Mission will be accomplished!"

Very good.

Qin Yun nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.

Not long after, a notification appeared on the Imperial Glory and Lycade Station.

"Dora is the Omnissiah, the Grey Wolf who plays with Little Red Riding Hood. Once the player wins the Industrial Innovation Award, each person will be rewarded with 10,000 Contribution Points. Additionally, an interest-free loan of 10,000,000 Contribution Points will be provided to assist Dora Workshop in its expansion."

The players who saw the notification instantly boiled over.

"Holy crap! That guy Dora got commended!"

"Good news for the industrial and farming factions."

"Good grief, openly stealing the Tech-Priests' jobs."

"I have a feeling this game's style will lean towards Paradox Interactive sooner or later."

"No need to feel, it's 100% certain; you are all potential war criminals."

"I want to open a factory too, back to my old profession."

"What does this brother do in real life?"

"I research intelligent adult dolls."

"Damn, you Slaanesh cultist, let's exchange contact info later; I want to represent the Inquisition and condemn you severely."

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Ten-Timer looked at the notification, deep in thought.

Was he wrong before?

Hidden gameplay isn't just triggered by NPCs; it can also be unearthed by oneself.

Damn it!

He also needs to leverage his own strengths.

To promote the financial development of the Warhammer 40k universe.

Let those foolish Warp entities experience the terror of capital.

Striving for the day when The Despoiler-Abaddon himself has to submit a proposal to take out a loan for his crusade.

Real world.

Warhammer Slaves chat group.

Qian Donglai was sharing his daily new guide.

"The Imperial Glory has been towed into the port for repairs, most areas of Lycade Station have been reclaimed, and we will soon head to the surface for combat."

"Players who like combat are in for a treat; the entire planet is your battlefield."

"Dora Workshop has been commended and received an interest-free loan to expand production scale."

"This wave is a boon for the industrial and farming factions; building star rings and colossi is no longer just a dream."

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After sharing, Qian Donglai lifted the group mute.

Within seconds, the group members' messages hit 99+.

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Why, why treat me like this? [GIF: Snow falling, north wind blowing]"

I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can: "Old Thirteen, what's wrong with you?"

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "I still haven't managed to grab a reservation slot. [Emoji: Crying]"

Spiky Hair is the Symbol of the Strong: "No way, how many people are in this group? There were over a hundred slots in total, and you didn't grab even one?"

Guilliman is the Only Sun: [Emoji: Sad Crying]

The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor: "@Guilliman is the Only Sun, [Emoji: Patting Head], don't be sad. There are two hundred game slots tomorrow; fifty are special invitations, and the rest are for regular players. No need to worry about not being able to grab one."

Night Lord asks if your scalp is itchy: "One hundred and fifty slots, and there are only a little over three hundred members in the group. Everyone should be able to get one."

Guilliman is the Only Sun: [Emoji: Excited], "It looks like the great Regent is finally about to return. Prepare yourselves to welcome me."

Lycade Station.

Qin Yun was checking the group chat messages at a console.

Suddenly, more than twenty requests to join the Warhammer Toilers Group popped up on the chat interface.

Just as he was about to click to see what was going on, he heard a voice from behind.

"Lord Guide, we are ready. We can depart at any time."

Turning his head, he saw Blood Pigeon saluting him.

Qin Yun nodded and closed the projection interface.

"Since you're ready, let's set off for the surface of Automata."

After reclaiming most areas of Lycade Station and arranging the expansion of Dora Workshop and the repairs for the Imperial Glory.

Qin Yun planned to go to the surface to see how the battle was progressing.

He also intended to arrange for a few players and a squad of troops to act as representatives down there, responsible for communicating with the Von Valancius family.

Arriving at the boarding area, Little Fatty, Warmaster, Bald Monk, and other combat-proficient players had been waiting for a long time.

In addition, there were a dozen Imperial soldiers.

The players and soldiers were all wearing Tomorrow Type I or II Exoskeleton Armor, looking quite imposing at first glance.

"Let's go." Qin Yun waved his hand, and the players and soldiers boarded the aircraft one by one.

Three Valkyries roared as they flew out of the station and entered the atmosphere of Automata.

The outer district of Tyreen Hive City had already fallen.

As soon as the Valkyrie carrying Qin Yun and the others entered the low-altitude area, they came under attack.

Dense lasers, missiles, and bolter rounds were fired toward the sky, intending to shoot down their Valkyrie.

At the same time, five Rebel fighters took off to intercept them.

A fierce battle erupted between the two sides in the air.

The players piloting the Valkyries were inexperienced and repeatedly found themselves in trouble.

Fortunately, the performance of the Rebel fighters was far inferior to the Valkyries.

Noisy alarm sounds echoed in the cockpit of the Valkyrie.

Blood Pigeon kept his nerves taut, maneuvering the Valkyrie to dodge enemy attacks and the pursuit of the Rebel fighters.

"Missile incoming, we've been locked on."

Milk Dragon, in the co-pilot seat, shouted.

"There's an enemy plane approaching at high speed ahead, its Auspex has locked onto us."

"Wolves in front, tigers behind. Let's risk it."

Blood Pigeon hardened his heart, accelerated, and charged toward the Rebel fighter.

Just as they were about to close the distance, he yanked the control stick.

The Machine Spirit let out a wail, and the Valkyrie suddenly pitched up, climbing at a ninety-degree angle.

The incoming missile could not change its trajectory in time and whistled into the approaching Rebel fighter.

BOOM!

The Rebel fighter attempting the interception exploded in the air, and countless burning fragments fell.

After climbing, Blood Pigeon used his altitude advantage to lock onto another Rebel fighter.

The missiles mounted on the Valkyrie's wings flew out, trailing exhaust flames.

With a loud explosion.

The locked-on Rebel fighter turned into a fireball.

"Awesome, double kill! Damn, you have the potential to become an ace pilot," Milk Dragon shouted with excitement.

"Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

A look of pride appeared on Blood Pigeon's face, though he still maintained a humble demeanor.

As they approached the inner district of Tyreen Hive City, the anti-aircraft artillery on the high walls locked onto the Rebel fighters and opened fire.

After losing another fighter, the remaining two Rebel fighters chose to retreat.

Qin Yun and his party successfully arrived at the landing pad of Tyreen Hive City.

Planetary Governor Von Valancius.

Bishop Hydrak of the Ecclesiarchy.

Magos Koro of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

And a multitude of nobles had already been waiting for a long time.

As soon as Qin Yun and his party stepped out of the cabin, they hurried over to greet them.

"Welcome, your Excellency, Guide." Von performed the Aquila Salute to Qin Yun, and the others followed suit one after another.

Qin Yun looked at the Planetary Governor, whose face was tinged with a sickly blue from the plague infection.

He then cast the skills Blessing, Purification, and Emperor's Light in rapid succession.

"May the light of the God-Emperor shine upon you."

As the words fell, a golden radiance emerged, causing all traces of the plague on Von to dissipate, restoring him to health.

This scene caused everyone present to gasp in astonishment.

"Is it a miracle?"

"It is the power of the great God-Emperor."

"It is a Living Saint! The God-Emperor has sent His messenger!" Bishop Hydrak shouted to the crowd, "Our suffering has come to an end!"

"I must pour some cold water on your enthusiasm; this fellow might not be a saint at all, but a heretic intending to deceive us."

Magos Koro of the Adeptus Mechanicus stepped forward, pointing the Cog Scepter in his hand toward the players and soldiers behind Qin Yun.

"Because the Exoskeleton Armor on their bodies is a blasphemy against the great Omnissiah."

"Such heretics should be executed immediately."

PS: You are also an Angel of the Emperor, right!!

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