Lobster recruitment is seriously fast

The situation on Planet Automata is absolutely dire!

The only part of the entire planet that hasn't fallen is the inner city of Tyreen Hive City.

But judging by the current circumstances, it won't be able to hold out for much longer.

A plague is ravaging the city, and many people have fallen ill.

Cultists are active in the shadows.

They are inciting the civilians, who are suffering from starvation and a lack of medicine, to riot.

Qin Yun and several high-ranking officials discussed the situation until mealtime before stopping.

Taking advantage of the break after eating, Bald Monk and Warmaster quietly told Qin Yun about the Genestealer infestation in Tyreen Hive City.

"So, you're saying Tyreen Hive City has managed to hold out until now only because the Genestealers have such tenacious fighting spirit?"

Standing on the balcony and looking down at the entire hive city, Qin Yun was left in a state of disarray.

Genestealers guarding the gates, aliens dying for the state.

It's fun to make memes about such absurdities.

But once it happens in reality, it's truly impossible to laugh.

The situation in Tyreen Hive City can no longer be called bad; it is completely rotten.

"Guide, what should we do now?"

"Should we immediately purge those aliens?"

Warmaster looked excited, raising his gun.

"I can't wait to start a massacre."

"Stop causing trouble, you brute. With just the few of us, we aren't enough to satisfy their appetite."

Bald Monk looked at him with disdain.

"I suggest we play along for now. Once we return to the Imperial Glory, we can immediately launch an Exterminatus and blow the Genestealers and traitors to hell together."

Little Fatty nodded, agreeing with Bald Monk's approach.

"That plan is feasible. I checked the armory of the Imperial Glory before; there is a Cyclonic Torpedo inside."

Qin Yun rubbed his temples.

The methods of these players are more ruthless than the last.

They truly live up to the name of the Fourth Calamity.

Qin Yun asked, "What about the ordinary people?"

Even with the Genestealer infestation, there are still many ordinary people in Tyreen Hive City.

We can't just wipe them all out with a single Cyclonic Torpedo.

"Guide is right to be concerned. Let's go with my plan: issue a mission immediately and call on everyone to eliminate the aliens."

Warmaster raised his gun, striking a macho pose.

"Let us start the slaughter."

Qin Yun pondered for a long time before shaking his head.

"At this stage, the interests of the Genestealers and our own are aligned; both sides want to hold Tyreen Hive City."

"Do not take action for now. Stay on guard against them and find a way to determine their scale."

"There is one more thing: I intend to station people here to be responsible for communication and handling unexpected situations."

"Who among you is willing to stay?"

Little Fatty and Bald Monk exchanged a glance.

Then, they tacitly took a step back.

Leaving Warmaster standing alone in the front.

"In that case, it will be you," Qin Yun said, pointing at Warmaster.

"Ah!" Warmaster looked stunned.

He turned his head only to realize that Bald Monk and Little Fatty had stepped back.

"Damn it, you two shameless bastards!!"

"Sorry, I must continue to slay enemies for the Emperor; I cannot stay here."

Little Fatty placed his fist over his chest, making a gesture of offering his heart to the Emperor.

"Needless to say, I'm the same," Bald Monk shrugged.

Qin Yun placed his hand on the shoulder of the dejected Warmaster.

"Alright, from now on, I appoint you as the diplomatic envoy of the Imperial Glory, with full authority over communication matters with the surface."

Warmaster's eyes lit up instantly.

He had actually secured a position?

Warmaster rubbed his hands together and asked with an excited expression, "Lord Guide, is this a high-ranking position?"

"In terms of naval rank, this position is just below that of the captain."

The smiles on the faces of Little Fatty and Bald Monk froze.

Wait, why didn't you say he could get a position!!

"Shuai-Shuai, I really can't bear to see you stay on the surface alone. How about we swap?"

"Don't listen to this old bald donkey, swap with me instead, and I'll introduce a girlfriend to you."

Little Fatty and Bald Monk crowded around him with fawning expressions.

Warmaster tilted his head, revealing a smug grin, "No way am I swapping with you bastards."

"Alright, enough fooling around," Qin Yun said.

"For the discovery of the Genestealers, Bald Monk gets the primary credit and is rewarded with 50,000 Contribution Points. Everyone else gets 10,000 each. Remember, do not speak of this matter to anyone casually."

"As for the other God Chosen, I will gather them and explain the pros and cons of this situation clearly."

After a rest, another military meeting was held for some time.

Once the battlefield situation and the deployment of the garrison forces were understood.

Qin Yun announced that Warmaster would remain behind as a diplomatic envoy.

He would be responsible for communication matters and supervising the actions of the ground troops.

Afterward, taking advantage of the night, he led his team to board a Valkyrie gunship to return to Lycade Station.

Qin Yun also took along a dozen experienced naval non-commissioned officers and Tech-Priests.

He had them assist him in controlling the Imperial Glory and, incidentally, teaching and guiding the players.

Lycade Station.

As soon as Qin Yun returned, he gathered the players together.

He announced to them that there were Genestealers in Tyreen Hive City.

This news instantly made the players excited.

"Genestealers? Are we going to participate in the great evolution so soon?"

"The new Compendium of Materia Medica also mentions Genestealers: warm in nature, fishy in taste, effective for clearing meridians, relieving pain, detoxifying, resolving lumps, and boosting male vitality."

"Boosting vitality? I haven't read much, don't lie to me?"

"It is said that like treats like. Just look at the reproductive rate of Genestealers and you'll know they boost vitality. When the time comes, catch a few, braise or stew them, and soak a few in wine—I guarantee you'll be a new groom every night."

"Those are Genestealers, not a bunch of Kun-Kuns in suspenders who can sing, dance, and rap! And you want to soak them in wine for vitality!!"

"Damn, what do you mean? Are you insulting the sect leader of my Kun Fist? This can be tolerated, but Kun-Kun cannot! The first-generation grandmaster of the Southern Kun Fist is here, please enlighten me."

"Eat my Bolter, that's your enlightenment! The times have changed! If you don't even use a Bolter, what kind of first-generation grandmaster are you."

"..."

Watching the rowdy players, Qin Yun rubbed his forehead helplessly, feeling a headache coming on.

Even with such a serious matter as a Genestealer infiltration, they could still veer off into talk of vitality and singing/dancing/rapping.

"Alright, quiet down. I have a few things to say now."

Qin Yun's words still held deterrent power.

The wisecracking players immediately fell silent.

"I am telling you this only so you understand the risks of Tyreen Hive City."

"Be extra vigilant if you encounter friendly forces from Tyreen Hive City."

"But at this stage, Tyreen Hive City still needs this bunch of Genestealers to hold the inner city."

"Once we retake Planet Automata and rescue those civilians, we will then purge that bunch of Genestealers."

After briefing the players, Qin Yun found a Cogitators console.

He logged into the chat group, preparing to distribute new game slots.

As soon as he went online, he looked at the 999+ chat messages in the group and the 1,982 members of the Warhammer Toilers Group, his expression one of existential doubt.

How did so many people join in just one day of being offline!!

After clicking into the group.

The group was a chaotic mess of demons dancing, with lewd images flying everywhere—it was a literal Slaanesh invasion.

Qin Yun hesitated for a moment before clicking on the private chat window of Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud.

"What happened? How did over a thousand people suddenly join?"

"It's all Lobster's fault. That guy posted a viral video, and it has hundreds of thousands of views now. All those people came after watching the video."

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After asking around, Qin Yun finally understood the ins and outs of the situation.

It turned out that among the players he had pulled into the game, there was a video blogger.

The person had used the videos he posted in the group to create an edited clip about Warhammer Online.

It was posted to video sites like Bilibili, and the view count had already reached several hundred thousand.

"Good grief, I have to drag this guy A Bowl of Lobster Soup over to be a recruitment officer!"

The original Warhammer Toilers Group only had about three hundred people.

Most of the active members had already been recruited.

Qin Yun had been getting a headache over it just a few days ago.

Once he finished recruiting the members of the Toilers Group.

Where would he go to keep swindling people for the Emperor?

There was so much work to do that finishing it all would be a miracle in itself.

He had no time to go around posting threads, doing promotions, or scouting for recruits.

Who would have thought that just as he was nodding off, someone would hand him a pillow.

For a long time to come, Qin Yun would no longer have to worry about recruiting for the Emperor.

Qin Yun glanced at the chaotic, smoke-filled group chat.

He casually promoted A Bowl of Lobster Soup, Blue Two-Headed Bird! Loyalty, Nurgle-Kissing Fatty, Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer, and Second Empire Warmaster to administrators.

There were too many people; he couldn't keep an eye on everything without a few admins.

He didn't want the chat group to explode for no reason.

"Group Owner [The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor] has enabled group mute."

"A new batch of reservation slots will be released at 7:00 PM sharp, totaling 150 spots."

"Additionally, 50 special invitation slots are reserved for those with professional skills and knowledge; you may private message the group administrators to submit proof of your expertise."

After saying this, Qin Yun disabled the group mute.

Director Qi: "Wahaha, was that the group owner just now? Even though he didn't say much, he was really cool."

Damo Guyan: "Sycophant. A man of such high moral character as the group owner would certainly never pay you any mind."

Brother of the September Ninth Remembrance Chapter: "Damo Guyan, when it comes to bootlicking, you're no slouch yourself."

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In no time at all, the group messages hit 999+.

The activity was explosive.

Qin Yun smiled; the two hundred recruitment slots were firmly in the bag.