He stepped into the Dora Workshop factory.
The roar of machinery and a wave of heat rushed at him.
Rugged mechanical arms stood exposed, their hydraulic pipes and control cables visible.
They welded components on conveyor belts and sprayed rustproof paint onto the exoskeleton surfaces.
At the end of the conveyor belts stood sets of gleaming new Exoskeleton Armor.
Several players from Dora Workshop had renovated the factory and set up an industrial assembly line.
They worked around the clock, desperately pushing production.
The Exoskeleton Armor they produced was not only sold to players, but also supplied to Imperial soldiers.
At this stage, demand was enormous.
When they saw Qin Yun enter, the players overseeing the assembly line immediately panicked and hurriedly saluted.
"Guide."
"Guide."
"Who is in charge here?" Qin Yun asked.
"Dora," Grey Wolf, the Big Bad Wolf Who Plays with Little Red Riding Hood, answered weakly.
"Where is he?"
"In the workshop, researching a new type of exoskeleton."
"Take me to him."
Qin Yun's words carried an unquestionable authority.
Grey Wolf did not dare disobey and led Qin Yun to the workshop.
The other players exchanged looks, unease showing on their faces.
"Do you think we'll get punished and banned?"
"Probably not."
"Hard to say. We might have violated the Adeptus Mechanicus's prohibitions."
"We're screwed. We were just hoping to make some extra cash, but this is a huge loss."
"Guide."
After learning that the Guide had arrived, Dora ran out of the workshop to greet him.
"You're quite busy," Qin Yun said, looking at Dora in his gray work uniform.
Dora shook his head repeatedly. "No, Guide. I'm just making things I like."
"Making things you like?"
Qin Yun raised his voice, making Dora's heart tremble along with it.
"Then keep doing it. Make it bigger and stronger. Turn it into a first-class military industry."
"You have done an excellent job innovating Exoskeleton Armor."
"To commend you, I have decided to personally reward every founder of Dora Workshop with 10,000 Contribution Points."
"Additionally, Dora Workshop will receive an interest-free loan of ten million Contribution Points for expanding its production lines."
Dora's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
He had thought the Guide had come to hold them accountable.
Instead, he had brought rewards and an interest-free loan.
"Thank you, Guide. We will definitely keep working hard and make the workshop bigger and stronger."
"Very good." Qin Yun nodded. "I heard you are researching a new Exoskeleton Armor. How is the progress?"
"It is more than halfway complete and will soon be ready for production."
Dora led Qin Yun into the workshop and introduced the results of the past few days.
"This is the newly developed Tomorrow Type II Exoskeleton Armor."
"Based on the original Type I, Type II has composite curved armor plates installed and uses modular connections to improve its overall defensive capability."
"Type II is also equipped with the latest Cogitator combat system and a data helmet with a HUD display panel."
"It allows users to better understand the battlefield situation, and its load capacity has also been raised to eight hundred kilograms."
"As for the movement assistance system, we optimized behavioral pattern sensing and the dynamic response of the servo motors."
"This laser heavy machine gun mounted on the exoskeleton's shoulder tracks the player's aim as displayed in the helmet."
"As long as they pull the trigger, they can instantly blast the targeted enemy into pieces."
"Very good." Qin Yun nodded in satisfaction. "Your ideas are excellent. Is the manufacturing cost high?"
"We use materials taken from the space station warehouse, so there are no costs at all. It is all profit."
Dora looked a little embarrassed.
Qin Yun did not mind and continued asking about the manufacturing cost.
"If we had a complete industrial system, given current technology and productivity, the manufacturing cost of Tomorrow Type I would be around 35,000, while Tomorrow Type II would cost around 55,000."
"If production scales up, the price can be pushed down even further."
Dora's answer satisfied Qin Yun.
Such low costs suited him perfectly.
Mass-producing troops through operations was just around the corner.
"How many can you produce per day at present?"
"The workshop can currently only produce Tomorrow Type I. We make fifteen sets a day."
"Speed up production. We will soon be heading down to fight on the surface," Qin Yun said. "Exoskeleton Armor can effectively reduce casualties."
"I permit you to recruit NPCs. I will also grant you secondary authority to issue quests to other players, but you must provide the quest rewards yourself."
"I have only two requirements. First, increase production. Second, come up with more new equipment."
Hearing this, Dora straightened his back and shouted with high morale, "We will definitely complete the mission!"
Very good.
Qin Yun nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.
Before long, an announcement appeared aboard the Imperial Glory and Lycade Station.
"Dora is the Omnissiah and the Big Bad Wolf Who Plays with Little Red Riding Hood have received the Industrial Innovation Award. Each will be rewarded with 10,000 Contribution Points. An additional interest-free loan of ten million Contribution Points will be provided to assist Dora Workshop's expansion."
The players who saw the announcement instantly erupted.
"Holy shit! Dora got commended!"
"This is great news for the industrialists and farmers."
"Damn, they're openly stealing the Tech-Priests' jobs."
"I keep feeling that this game's style will eventually drift toward Paradox Interactive."
"You don't need to feel it. It definitely will. Every one of you is a potential war criminal."
"I'm opening a factory too. Going back to my old profession."
"What do you do in real life, brother?"
"I research intelligent adult dolls."
"Damn, you Slaanesh cultist. Add me later. I want to represent the Inquisition and condemn you severely."
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Ten-Timer looked at the announcement thoughtfully.
Had he been mistaken before?
Hidden gameplay was not only unlocked by NPCs. Players could excavate it themselves as well.
Damn!
He needed to put his own talents to work too.
He would drive the financial development of the Warhammer 40,000 Universe.
He would let those stupid Warp bastards experience the terror of capital.
Perhaps one day, even The Despoiler—Abaddon—would have to submit a proposal and take out a loan for an expedition.
The real world.
Warhammer Toilers Chat Group.
Qian Donglai was sharing new tips as usual.
"The Imperial Glory has been brought into port for repairs. Most areas of Lycade Station have been reclaimed, and we will soon head down for surface combat."
"Players who like combat are in for a treat. The entire planet will be your battlefield."
"Dora Workshop has been commended and received an interest-free loan to expand its production."
"This is great news for the industrialists and farmers. Building orbital rings and Colossi is no longer a dream."
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After sharing the news, Qian Donglai lifted the group's mute restriction.
Within seconds, the group messages had hit 99+.
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Why? Why are you treating me like this? GIF: Snowflakes drift, north wind howls."
I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can: "Old Thirteen, what happened to you?"
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "I still haven't managed to get a reservation slot. Emoji: crying."
Spiky Hair is the Symbol of the Strong: "No, how many people are even in this group? There were over a hundred slots in total, and you still didn't get one?"
Guilliman is the Only Sun: Emoji: sobbing sadly.
The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor: "@Guilliman is the Only Sun, Emoji: patting head. Don't be sad. There will be two hundred game slots tomorrow. Fifty are special invitation slots, and the rest are for ordinary players, so don't worry about missing out."
Night Lord Asks If Your Scalp Is Itchy: "There are one hundred and fifty slots, while the group only has a little over three hundred members. Everyone should be able to get one."
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Emoji: excited. Looks like the great Regent is finally returning. Prepare 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 Chat Group popped up in the chat interface.
Just as he was about to open them and see what was going on, he heard a voice behind him.
"Guide, we are ready. We can depart at any time."
When he turned around, Blood Pigeon was saluting him.
Qin Yun nodded and closed the projection interface.
"If you are ready, then let's go. We are heading for the surface of Automata."
After reclaiming most areas of Lycade Station and arranging the expansion of Dora Workshop and the repairs to the Imperial Glory.
Qin Yun planned to go down to the surface and see how the battle was progressing.
He would also arrange for several players and a squad of troops to act as representatives below, responsible for communicating with the Valancius Family.
When they arrived at the boarding area, Little Fatty, Warmaster, Bald Monk, and other combat-proficient players had already been waiting for some time.
There were also more than a dozen Imperial soldiers.
The players and soldiers all wore Tomorrow Type I or Type II Exoskeleton Armor, making for an imposing sight.
"Move out." With a wave of Qin Yun's hand, the players and soldiers boarded in sequence.
Three Valkyries roared out from the space station and entered Automata's atmosphere.
Tyreen Hive City's Outer District had already fallen.
As soon as the Valkyries carrying Qin Yun and his group entered low altitude, they came under attack.
Dense laser fire, missiles, and explosive shells were launched into the sky, attempting to shoot down the Valkyries they rode in.
At the same time, five Rebel fighter jets took off to intercept them.
A fierce battle erupted in the air.
Due to their lack of experience, the players piloting the Valkyries repeatedly fell into danger.
Fortunately, the Rebel fighters' performance was far inferior to the Valkyries'.
Shrill alarms echoed through the Valkyrie cockpit.
Blood Pigeon tensed every nerve as he controlled the Valkyrie, evading enemy attacks and the pursuit of Rebel fighters.
"A missile is incoming! It has locked onto us!"
Milk Dragon shouted from the co-pilot's seat.
"There's an enemy aircraft ahead approaching at high speed! Its Auspex has locked onto us!"
"A wolf in front and a tiger behind. Let's gamble!"
Blood Pigeon gritted his teeth, accelerated, and charged toward the Rebel fighter.
When they were about to collide, he suddenly yanked the control stick.
The Machine Spirit let out a wail as the Valkyrie abruptly pulled up into a ninety-degree climb.
The pursuing missile could not alter its trajectory in time and howled into the incoming Rebel fighter.
Boom!
The Rebel fighter attempting to intercept them exploded in midair, countless flaming fragments raining down.
After climbing, Blood Pigeon used his altitude advantage to lock onto another Rebel fighter.
Missiles mounted beneath the Valkyrie's wings streaked out with blazing trails.
Boom!
The locked-on Rebel fighter exploded into a fireball.
"Awesome! Double kill! Damn, you've got what it takes to become an ace pilot!" Milk Dragon shouted excitedly.
"Nothing worth mentioning, nothing worth mentioning."
Pride appeared on Blood Pigeon's face, but he still maintained a modest front.
As they approached Tyreen Hive City's Inner District, anti-aircraft cannons atop 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 group successfully arrived at Tyreen Hive City's landing pad.
Planetary Governor Von Valancius.
Bishop Hydrak of the Ecclesiarchy.
Magos Koro of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
And numerous nobles who had been waiting for a long time.
The moment Qin Yun and the others stepped out of the cabin, they hurried forward to greet them.
"Welcome to our world, Lord Guide." Von gave Qin Yun an Aquila Salute, and the others quickly followed suit.
Qin Yun looked at the Planetary Governor, whose face had turned bluish from the plague.
He then cast Blessing, Purification, and Emperor's Light in succession.
"May the light of the God-Emperor shine upon you."
As his words fell, golden radiance emerged, dispersing every sign of disease from Von's body and restoring him to health.
The sight drew gasps from everyone present.
"Is this 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 is over!"
"I hate to pour cold water on your hopes, but this fellow may not be a Living Saint at all. He may be a heretic intending to deceive us."
Magos Koro of the Adeptus Mechanicus stepped forward, pointing the Cog Scepter in his hand at the players and soldiers behind Qin Yun.
"Because the Exoskeleton Armor they wear is a blasphemy against the great Omnissiah."
"Such heretics should be executed immediately."
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