Ten-Timer and Twisted Man stared in shock.
They had never imagined that the Guide, an NPC, could actually advance into a Primarch-level Greater Daemon of E.
Qin Yun ignored the two clowns and turned to leave.
His old equipment was no longer suitable.
He wore nothing but a set of linen clothes.
He needed to find Priest Hina and have her make him a new suit of Power Armor.
Ten-Timer and Twisted Man stood where they were, watching Qin Yun depart.
"I've noticed that the Guide has been growing all along."
"Remember when we first logged into the game? He only had an automatic pistol, a grunt's flak armor, and an entrenching shovel."
"Later, he got Power Armor, a Power Sword, and a Bolter. Now he's even advanced into a Primarch-level Greater Daemon of E."
Twisted Man scratched the back of his head. "Now that you mention it, why does this feel like a raising sim?"
"Uh, raising a Living Saint? That actually makes sense. The harder we work, the stronger the Guide gets. It really is like a raising sim."
"Then we need to keep grinding and get the Guide the presence of a Living Saint as soon as possible."
"..."
After advancing, Qin Yun's hearing had improved considerably.
Even after walking some distance away, he could still hear Ten-Timer and Twisted Man talking.
The more he thought about their words, the more wrong they felt.
They made it sound as though the players were feeding him.
After leaving the Imperial Glory, Qin Yun found Priest Hina in the factory district of Lycade Station.
Influenced by the players, she had begun violating the rules of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
She modified Servitors, connected them to the Cogitator System, and activated automated production lines.
Large quantities of war supplies and food were produced in the automated factories she had modified.
Qin Yun told Hina what he needed.
"Honored Guide, I will forge your Power Armor as quickly as possible."
Hina looked up at Qin Yun's towering three-and-a-half-meter frame, feeling ever more reverent.
Clearly, the Guide had received another blessing from the Omnissiah.
"Don't aim too high. Make me a transitional suit of Power Armor as soon as possible, one that'll let me take part in ground combat."
Considering the Adeptus Mechanicus's habit of spending five minutes praying over every component.
Qin Yun had no choice but to remind her again.
Priest Hina promised, "Understood. At most, it will take three days to forge a simplified suit of Power Armor for you."
Having completed his advancement, Qin Yun could no longer use his old equipment.
The Locke-Pattern Bolter, Arcan-Pattern Power Armor, and Administratum Power Sword all had to be retired.
As for the original two-handed greatsword, Blade of Divine Judgment, it had become his one-handed sword.
The retired equipment was all quite valuable.
Especially the Bolter he had obtained from Captain Hanneman.
That gun possessed a special bonus: its critical-hit chance increased when fired at enemies of the Imperium.
In a real game, it would count as equipment with attribute bonuses.
He placed the three pieces of equipment in Hina's weapons and Cybernetic Prosthetics Shop.
He also sent a message to all players, informing them that whoever bid the highest would obtain the three limited-edition pieces of equipment.
The news immediately sparked heated discussion.
Especially after they learned that the Guide had advanced into a Primarch-level Greater Daemon of E.
According to Warhammer's particular narrative logic, these weapons and armor would soon become Relics with Warp-infused critical hits.
Buying them meant profit.
"I want to use my limited-edition equipment draw privilege."
Earlier, Old Bird had repaired and restarted the reactor.
He had earned one limited-edition equipment draw privilege.
But because most equipment was mass-produced, he had never used it.
Now, upon seeing the three pieces Qin Yun had replaced, Old Bird immediately used that privilege.
There was no way to refuse it.
And just like that, Old Bird happily drew the Bolter left behind by Captain Hanneman.
Brother Zhong obtained the Power Sword.
The sword sold for an extremely high price.
That was because Power Swords were scarce.
Only a few Forge Worlds possessed the relevant technology.
Ordinary people were doing well if they could get a Chainsword with a monomolecular saw blade.
On top of that, it had a special bonus, so its price was naturally steep.
Brother Zhong had been saving Contribution Points all this time, and in one stroke, he crushed all the competition and won the Power Sword.
The final suit of Power Armor was bought by Dora, who ran a workshop.
He had made quite a bit of money recently and had ample funds, overpowering the other players.
As they watched the three men joyfully take away the three pieces of limited-edition equipment.
The other players were consumed by envy, jealousy, and hatred.
These were future "Relics."
The mass-produced models in their hands were nothing compared to them.
"Tragic. Why did I have to encounter the thing I most wanted to protect when I was at my most powerless?"
Ten-Timer wore a sorrowful expression, secretly hating himself for not grinding hard enough.
From this day onward, he would become the king of grinders, just so he would not miss out next time.
"I spent all my Contribution Points on Exoskeleton Armor. Otherwise, one of those would definitely have been mine."
Little Fatty also looked as though his heart had been cut out.
Limited-edition equipment was incredibly rare.
Once missed, it was gone. There would never be another chance.
More importantly, it came with attribute bonuses.
Other equipment did not have that effect.
Qin Yun ignored the commotion caused by the matter.
After auctioning off the equipment, he took advantage of the time to personally welcome the Emperor's new workhorses.
In front of the Chapel of Prayers, crowds surged in a bustling mass.
The players who had just entered the game were the same as the previous batch.
Looking at the lifelike world before them, they repeatedly rubbed their eyes.
"So it really is virtual reality? Holy shit, holy shit."
"This is blowing Grandpa's mind for ten thousand years."
"So grand. So spectacular."
"That Servitor is creepy as hell."
"Damn, it's this realistic? Could the boss behind this game be the old Emperor himself?"
"Why are we starting as mortals? Why not Astartes? I just want to slaughter everything."
"It's time for this universe to feel the terror brought by Damo. The strongest warlord is about to rise. Send me fifty each now, and I'll protect you all later."
"..."
Qin Yun appeared in his capacity as the Guide.
Behind him followed a Tech-Priest and several local soldiers wearing Tomorrow Type II exoskeletons.
"Wow, with that height, he's a Primarch, right?"
"That big guy looks seriously strong."
"Tch, with trash like that, I'm telling you, he'll be kneeling and begging me not to kill him before one round is over."
"What Primarch? Haven't you read the guide posts? That's the Guide."
"The Guide got stronger?"
"He didn't get stronger. He ascended into a daemon."
The chatter of two hundred players was enough to give anyone a headache.
Qin Yun walked up to them and said, "Quiet."
Faced with the Guide, who possessed the authority to ban them, the newcomers remained quite respectful.
The noise instantly vanished, and they all looked at Qin Yun with the clear yet foolish eyes of fresh recruits.
"Welcome to Warhammer Online, you worthless currencies of the Emperor."
"The Despoiler has already broken through. The galaxy is in peril..."
After going through the usual lines, Qin Yun had the soldiers lead the new players outside to familiarize themselves with the situation.
They would also go to the training grounds and learn the basics of using firearms.
The enemies on Lycade Station and the Imperial Glory had already been cleared out almost completely, leaving no targets for them to practice on.
The surface war was about to begin again.
At the very least, they needed to know how to replace a Lasgun battery and disengage the safety before being thrown onto the battlefield as cannon fodder.
By the time Qin Yun received the rushed suit of Power Armor and Bolter from Priest Hina.
The Imperial Glory had also completed its final maintenance and supply loading.
Qin Yun had just planned to move the Imperial Glory above Tyreen Hive City and give the rebels a round of orbital bombardment.
When the Warmaster, serving as a diplomatic envoy on the surface, sent him a secret message.
"Guide, I have discovered a major secret of the Valancius Family."
"As first-generation Rogue Traders, this family has fallen into its current state because their ancestor once organized a massive exploratory expedition involving dozens of great families, the Navy, and the Administratum."
"That expedition traveled to the Koronus Expanse to explore, but suddenly lost contact."
"No one knows what happened to that expedition. They only know that among all who went, only the Valancius Family's ancestor returned."
"After warning people not to approach the Koronus Expanse casually, he died under mysterious circumstances."
"Because of the exploratory expedition's mishap, the Valancius Family was ostracized by other forces and eventually declined into what it is today."
"I heard that this ancestor of the Valancius Family brought back an object suspected to be connected to the Necrons."
"That ancestor also demanded that the item be buried with him and ordered his descendants never to open his tomb."
Qin Yun frowned when he saw the message.
The Valancius Family had quite a few secrets.
They were somehow connected to those skeletons.
"Keep watching. Find a way to learn the full truth."
"You've rendered great service. We'll settle it all once you return."
After replying to the Warmaster, Qin Yun ordered the Imperial Glory to set sail.
He was going to give those traitors a tiny taste of orbital bombardment.
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