The Fourth Batch of Laborers Has Come Online

Ten-Timer and the Twisted Man stared in shock.

They had never imagined that the Guide, an NPC, could ascend to become a Primarch-level Greater Daemon of E.

Qin Yun ignored the two clowns and turned to walk outside.

His previous equipment was no longer suitable.

He was currently wearing nothing but a set of linen clothes.

He had to find Priest Hina and have her forge him a new set of Power Armor.

Ten-Timer and the Twisted Man stood where they were, watching Qin Yun depart.

"I've realized that Lord Guide is constantly growing."

"Do you remember when we first logged into the game? He only had an automatic pistol, a set of grunt carapace armor, and an entrenching tool."

"Later he upgraded to Power Armor, a Power Sword, and a bolter, and now he's ascended to a Primarch-level Greater Daemon of E."

The Twisted Man scratched the back of his head, "Now that you mention it, why does it feel like a raising-sim game?"

"Uh, raising a Living Saint? That doesn't seem wrong, actually. The harder we work, the stronger the Guide becomes; it really is like a raising-sim."

"Then we have to keep grinding, so the Guide can have the prestige of a Living Saint as soon as possible."

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After his ascension, Qin Yun's hearing had improved significantly.

Even though he had walked some distance away, he could still hear the conversation between Ten-Timer and the Twisted Man.

The more he pondered their words, the more wrong it felt.

It sounded as if he were being fed by the players.

Leaving the Imperial Glory, Qin Yun found Priest Hina in the industrial sector of Lycade Station.

Under the influence of the players, she had begun to violate the doctrines of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

She modified servitors, connected them to the Cogitator System, and activated automated production lines.

Massive amounts of war materiel and food were being produced within the automated factories she had retrofitted.

Qin Yun explained his requirements to Hina.

"Respected Lord Guide, I will certainly forge your Power Armor as quickly as possible."

Hina looked up at the three-and-a-half-meter-tall Qin Yun, her awe growing deeper.

It was clear that the Guide had received another blessing from the Omnissiah.

"Don't aim too high; just manufacture a transitional set of Power Armor for me as soon as possible so I can participate in surface combat."

Considering the Adeptus Mechanicus's tendency to spend five minutes praying over a single component.

Qin Yun had to remind her again.

Priest Hina promised, "Understood. It will take at most three days to forge a simplified version of Power Armor for you."

Having completed his ascension, Qin Yun could no longer use his original equipment.

The Locke-Pattern Bolter, the Arcan-Pattern Power Armor, and the Administratum Power Sword all had to be retired.

As for his original two-handed greatsword, the Blade of Divine Judgment, it had become a one-handed sword for him.

The retired equipment was quite valuable.

Especially the bolter he had obtained from Captain Hanneman.

This weapon possessed a special bonus, increasing critical hits when fired at enemies of the Empire.

In a real game, it would count as gear with attribute bonuses.

He placed the three items in Hina's Cybernetic Prosthetics Shop.

He then sent a message to all players, informing them that the highest bidder would receive these three limited-edition pieces of equipment.

This news instantly sparked heated discussion.

Especially after they learned that the Guide had ascended to a Primarch-level Greater Daemon of E.

According to the unique narrative perspective of Warhammer, these weapons and equipment would soon become holy relics imbued with Warp-critical strikes.

Buying them was a guaranteed profit.

"I want to use my limited-edition equipment draw qualification."

Previously, Old Bird had repaired and restarted the reactor.

He had earned one qualification for a limited-edition equipment draw.

But because most equipment was mass-produced, he hadn't used it yet.

Now, seeing the three items Qin Yun had retired, Old Bird immediately exercised this qualification.

This was an offer he couldn't refuse.

Just like that, Old Bird happily drew the bolter left behind by Captain Hanneman.

Brother Zhong pocketed the Power Sword.

The price of this sword had been bid up very high.

This was because Power Swords were scarce in number.

Only a few Forge Worlds possessed the relevant technology.

For an ordinary person, even getting a Chainsword with a monomolecular saw blade was considered decent.

Coupled with the special stat bonuses, the price was naturally exorbitant.

Brother Zhong, that guy, had been hoarding Contribution Points, allowing him to overwhelm the numerous competitors and win the Power Sword.

The final set of Power Armor was snatched up by Dora, who ran a workshop.

This guy had earned quite a lot during this period; his financial strength was immense, allowing him to suppress many other players.

Watching the three of them happily walk away with the three pieces of limited-edition equipment.

The other players were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

These were the "relics" of the future.

The mass-produced gear in their own hands simply couldn't compare.

"Oh, sorrow, why must I encounter the thing I most want to protect at a time when I am most powerless?"

Ten-Timer wore a look of grief, secretly hating himself for not grinding enough.

From this day forward, he would transform into a grinding king, all so he wouldn't miss out next time.

"I spent all my Contribution Points on Exoskeleton Armor, otherwise one of these would definitely have been mine."

Little Fatty also looked heartbroken.

How rare were limited-edition pieces of equipment?

To miss them was to miss them forever; there would never be another chance.

More importantly, they also provided attribute bonuses.

No other equipment had such an effect.

Qin Yun ignored the commotion caused by this event.

After the equipment auction concluded, he took advantage of the time to personally go and welcome the Emperor's new cattle and horses.

In front of the Chapel of Prayers, the crowd was surging, bustling with noise and excitement.

The players who had just entered the game were the same as the previous batch.

Looking at the lifelike world before them, they rubbed their eyes repeatedly.

"Is this really virtual reality? Holy crap, holy crap."

"This shocks my grandfather for ten thousand years."

"So magnificent, so spectacular."

"These Servitors are so creepy."

"Damn, it's so realistic. Could the boss behind this game be the Emperor himself?"

"Why is it a mortal start? Why not an Astartes? I just want to go on a killing spree."

"It is time to let this universe feel the fear brought by Damo. The strongest warlord is about to rise. Now, if one person Vs me fifty, I'll cover you in the future."

"..."

Qin Yun appeared in the capacity of the Guide.

Behind him followed a Tech-Priest and several local soldiers wearing Tomorrow Type II Exoskeleton Armor.

"Wow, with that height, is he a Primarch?"

"This big guy looks fierce."

"Pfft, a guy like that? I'm telling you, within one round, he'll be kneeling and begging me not to die."

"Where did you get a Primarch? Didn't you read the strategy posts? That's the Guide."

"Did the Guide get a buff?"

"It's not a buff, he's ascended to daemonhood."

The two hundred chattering players were noisy enough to cause a headache.

Qin Yun walked in front of them and said, "Quiet."

Facing the Guide, who held the power of banning, the newcomers were still quite respectful.

The noisy voices vanished instantly, and they all looked at Qin Yun with the clear and foolish eyes of green recruits.

"Welcome to Warhammer Online, the Emperor's worthless currency."

"The Despoiler has already breached... the galaxy is in imminent danger..."

After finishing the script, Qin Yun had the soldiers take the new players outside to get acquainted with the situation.

He also stopped by the training grounds to drill them on the basic common sense of handling firearms.

Most of the enemies on Lycade Station and the Imperial Glory had already been cleared out, leaving no targets for them to practice on.

The great war on the surface was about to begin.

At the very least, he had to teach them how to swap power packs for their Lasguns and disengage the safety before throwing them onto the battlefield as cannon fodder.

Qin Yun received the power armor and Bolter that Priest Hina had rushed to finish.

The Imperial Glory had also completed its final maintenance and resupply.

Just as Qin Yun planned to move the Imperial Glory above Tyreen Hive City to rain down a wave of orbital bombardment on the Rebels, he received a secret message from the Warmaster, who was serving as a diplomatic envoy on the surface.

"Lord Guide, I have discovered a great secret regarding the Valancius Family."

"The reason this family, despite being first-generation Rogue Traders, has fallen to their current state is that their ancestor once organized a massive exploratory expedition involving dozens of great houses, the Navy, and the Administratum."

"That expeditionary fleet headed into the Koronus Expanse to explore, only to suddenly lose contact."

"No one knows what truly happened to that expedition; all that is known is that of those who went, only the ancestor of the Valancius Family escaped back."

"He died mysteriously shortly after warning people never to approach the Koronus Expanse."

"Because of the disaster during the expedition, the Valancius Family was ostracized by other factions, eventually leading to their decline and their current state."

"I have heard that this Valancius ancestor brought back an object suspected to be related to the Necrons."

"That ancestor also demanded that the item be buried with him and forbade his descendants from ever opening his tomb."

Seeing this message, Qin Yun frowned.

The Valancius Family certainly had quite a few secrets.

To think they could be linked to the metal skeletons.

"Continue your observations and find a way to uncover the inside story."

"You have performed a great service; we will settle your rewards when you return."

After sending his reply to the Warmaster, Qin Yun ordered the Imperial Glory to set sail.

He was going to give those traitors a taste of orbital bombardment.

PS: Give me a C'tan Shard.

Still asking for follows.