Planet Automata's current situation was utterly dreadful!!
The entire planet had only the inner city of Tyreen Hive City left unconquered.
But judging by the current situation, it would not hold out much longer.
Plague ravaged the city, and many people had fallen ill.
Cultists were active in the shadows.
They incited civilians, deprived of medicine and tortured by hunger, to revolt.
Qin Yun and several senior officers discussed matters until mealtime before stopping.
Taking advantage of the break after dinner, Bald Monk and the Warmaster—
quietly told Qin Yun about the Genestealer infestation in Tyreen Hive City.
"So Tyreen Hive City has held on until now entirely because the Genestealers' fighting spirit is strong enough?"
Standing on the balcony and overlooking the entire Hive City, Qin Yun felt utterly disoriented in the wind.
Genestealers guarded the nation's gates; xenos died for the state.
It was pretty funny when used as a meme.
But once it happened in reality, there was absolutely nothing to laugh about.
Tyreen Hive City's situation could no longer be called terrible. It was completely rotten.
"Guide, what should we do now?"
"Should we immediately wipe out those xenos?"
The Warmaster raised his gun, excitement all over his face.
"I can't wait to start slaughtering."
"You reckless brute, stop making trouble. With so few of us, we're not even enough for them to kill."
Bald Monk looked at him with contempt.
"I suggest we play along for now. Once we return to the Imperial Glory, we immediately launch Exterminatus and blast both the Genestealers and the traitors into the sky."
Little Fatty nodded, agreeing with Bald Monk's plan.
"This plan is feasible. I inspected the Imperial Glory's ammunition depot before. There's a Cyclonic Torpedo inside."
Qin Yun rubbed his brow.
These players were each more ruthless than the last.
They truly lived up to the name of the Fourth Calamity.
Qin Yun asked, "What about the ordinary people?"
Even if Tyreen Hive City was infested with Genestealers, there were still plenty of ordinary people there.
They could not just wipe them all out with one Cyclonic Torpedo.
"The Guide is right to be concerned. We should still follow my plan: immediately issue a mission and call on everyone to eliminate the xenos."
The Warmaster held up his gun and struck a macho pose.
"Let's start slaughtering."
Qin Yun pondered for a long time before shaking his head.
"At this stage, the Genestealers' interests align with ours. We both need to hold Tyreen Hive City."
"Don't make a move for now. Keep watch on them and find out how large their numbers are."
"There's one more matter. I plan to station someone here permanently to handle communications and unexpected situations."
"Which of you is willing to stay?"
Little Fatty and Bald Monk exchanged a glance.
Then, in perfect unspoken coordination, they each took a step back.
Leaving the Warmaster standing alone at the front.
"Then it'll be you." Qin Yun pointed at the Warmaster.
"Ah!" The Warmaster looked completely bewildered.
When he turned around, he realized that Bald Monk and Little Fatty had stepped back.
"Damn it, you two shameless bastards!!"
"Sorry, but I still need to keep killing enemies for the Emperor. I can't stay here."
Little Fatty placed a clenched fist over his chest, making a gesture as though offering his heart to the Emperor.
"I don't even need to explain myself." Bald Monk shrugged.
Qin Yun placed a hand on the dejected Warmaster's shoulder.
"All right. From now on, I appoint you as the Imperial Glory's diplomatic envoy, with full responsibility for communications with the surface."
The Warmaster's eyes instantly lit up.
He had gotten a position just like that?
Rubbing his hands together, the Warmaster asked excitedly, "Guide, is this position important?"
"By naval rank, this position is second only to the captain."
The smiles on Little Fatty and Bald Monk's faces froze.
Wait, why hadn't he said they could get an official position?!!
"Warmaster, I really can't bear to leave you alone on the surface. How about I switch with you?"
"Don't listen to that old bald bastard. Switch with me, and I'll introduce you to a girlfriend."
Little Fatty and Bald Monk crowded over with fawning smiles.
The Warmaster tilted his head, revealing a smug grin. "No way. I'm not switching with you bunch of bastards."
"All right, stop fooling around." Qin Yun said.
"Bald Monk will receive the primary credit for discovering the Genestealers and be rewarded with fifty thousand Contribution Points. Everyone else will receive ten thousand each. Remember, do not casually tell others about this."
"As for the other God Chosen, I will gather them and explain the pros and cons of this matter."
After resting, they held another military meeting for some time.
Once he understood the battlefield situation and the defensive forces' deployment—
Qin Yun announced that the Warmaster would remain behind as diplomatic envoy.
He would be responsible for communications and for supervising the surface forces' actions.
Then, under cover of night, Qin Yun led the team aboard Valkyrie aircraft and returned to Lycade Station.
Qin Yun also took more than a dozen experienced naval noncommissioned officers and Tech-Priests with him.
They would help him control the Imperial Glory while also teaching and guiding the players.
Lycade Station.
As soon as Qin Yun returned, he gathered the players.
He announced to them that there were Genestealers in Tyreen Hive City.
The news instantly excited the players.
"Genestealers? Are we joining the great evolution so soon?"
"The New Compendium of Materia Medica also mentions Genestealers: warm in nature, fishy in flavor, effective at unblocking channels, relieving pain, attacking toxins, dispersing knots, and boosting genes and virility."
"Boosting virility? I haven't read much. Don't lie to me."
"As they say, you are what you eat. Just look at the Genestealers' reproductive ability, and you'll know they boost virility. When the time comes, catch a few, braise, roast, or stew them, then soak a few Genestealers in liquor. I guarantee you'll be newlyweds every night."
"They're Genestealers, not a bunch of Kun Kuns in suspenders who can sing, dance, and rap. Soaking them in liquor for virility, my ass!!"
"Damn it, what do you mean by that? Are you insulting the head of my Kun Fist sect? This is intolerable—Kun Kun cannot tolerate it. The first-generation grandmaster of Southern Kun Fist is here. Please enlighten me."
"Eat my Bolter, and enlighten you, my ass! Times have changed! What kind of first-generation grandmaster doesn't even use a Bolter?"
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Watching the noisy players, Qin Yun helplessly rubbed his forehead, his head aching.
With something as serious as Genestealer infiltration, they had somehow veered into virility and singing, dancing, and rap.
"All right, quiet down. There are a few things I need to say."
Qin Yun's words still carried Intimidation.
The joking players immediately fell silent.
"I'm telling you this only so that you understand the risks in Tyreen Hive City."
"Be extra vigilant around friendly forces from Tyreen Hive City."
"But at this stage, Tyreen Hive City still needs these Genestealers to hold the inner city."
"Once Planet Automata is reclaimed and those civilians are rescued, we will purge those Genestealers."
After explaining the matter to the players, Qin Yun found a Cogitators console.
He logged into the chat group, preparing to issue new game slots.
The moment he came online, he looked at the 999+ chat messages and the 1,982 members in the Warhammer Toilers Group with an expression of utter disbelief.
How had there suddenly been so many more people after just one day offline?!!
After opening the group—
it was utter chaos inside. Lewd pictures filled the screen, like a full-blown invasion by Slaanesh.
Qin Yun hesitated for a moment before opening Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud's private chat window.
"What happened? How did we suddenly gain over a thousand people?"
"It's all Lobster's doing. He made some bizarre meme video that has tens of thousands of views by now, I guess. Those people all came after watching it."
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After asking around, Qin Yun finally learned the full story.
It turned out that among the players he had brought into the game was a video creator.
Using the videos posted in the group, that person had made an edited video about Warhammer Online.
It had been uploaded to Bilibili and other video sites and had already received hundreds of thousands of views.
"Damn, I need to drag this guy called Lobster over here and make him a recruitment officer!!"
The original Warhammer Toilers Group had only contained a little over three hundred people.
Most of the active members had already been recruited.
Qin Yun had been worrying about it these past few days.
After recruiting all the group members from the toilers group—
where would he keep finding people to talk into joining the Emperor?
There was so much work now that it would be impressive enough just to finish it all.
Where would he find time to post everywhere, advertise, and recruit people?
Who would have thought that just as he was dozing off, someone would hand him a pillow.
For a long time to come, Qin Yun would no longer need to worry about recruiting soldiers for the Emperor.
Qin Yun glanced at the messy group chat.
He casually promoted A Bowl of Lobster Soup, Blue Two-Headed Bird! Loyal, Nurgle-Kissing Fatty, Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer, and Second Empire Warmaster to administrators.
There were too many people. Without several administrators, there was no way he could keep up.
He did not want the chat group to suddenly implode for no reason.
"Group owner The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor has enabled group mute."
"At seven o'clock tonight, a new batch of reservation slots will be released on time, for a total of 150 slots."
"In addition, fifty special invitation slots are reserved for those with professional skills and knowledge. You may privately message the group administrators and submit proof of your expertise."
After saying that, Qin Yun disabled group mute.
Director Qi Wants Progress: "Wahaha, was that the group owner just now? He didn't say much, but he was seriously cool."
Damo Guyan: "Flattery. A person of such noble character as the group owner definitely won't bother with you."
Brother of the September Ninth Remembrance Chapter: "Damo, you're no slouch when it comes to kissing ass either."
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Before long, the group messages were back to 999+.
The number of active members was exploding.
Qin Yun smiled. Two hundred recruitment slots were as good as secured.
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