The Imperial Glory sailed out from Lycade Station's grand harbor.
The thrusters behind the warship spewed azure plasma light, propelling its massive hull forward as it repositioned in low orbit.
Qin Yun sat upon the captain's iron throne, looking down over the entire bridge.
Holographic projections floated on either side of the throne.
Calculation Servitors embedded in the metal consoles and walls emitted a cacophony of ticking sounds.
"Estimated arrival at the designated orbital coordinates in thirteen minutes."
Reckless General, seated at the chief engineer's station, shouted.
With two doctoral degrees, he possessed exceptional learning ability.
Since coming online, he had barely seen any combat.
Instead, he had followed his good brother, Old Bird, studying and researching how to operate this massive Lunar-class Cruiser.
Now, he had been entrusted with the important role of chief engineer.
"The ground forces have sent us the coordinates of hostile targets."
As Old Bird spoke, the data projection before Qin Yun refreshed.
It displayed the entirety of Tyreen Hive City, with swathes of red marking the enemy-occupied areas.
"Order all Macro-cannon crews to prepare. Charge the Lance Battery and lock onto surface coordinates A-01: 40°42'51.67" N, 74°0'21.50" W."
Qin Yun issued his orders as he had seen captains do in videos.
The various crews throughout the warship sprang into action at his command.
On the gun decks, naval officers urged the sailors into motion, calibrating the Macro-cannons' parameters.
The Tech-Priests monitored reactor output, precisely controlling energy transmission as they charged the Lance Battery.
The Servitors beside them worked while loudly chanting, "Praise the Omnissiah."
++Coordinates A-01 locked: 40°42'51.67" N, 74°0'21.50" W++ ++Calculating bombardment trajectory. Awaiting subroutine feedback++
The Calculation Servitors beside the throne trembled constantly as they repeated Qin Yun's orders.
The projection continued refreshing, and a red death-lasso icon appeared on the holographic map, representing the bombardment area.
++Macro-cannons loaded++ ++Lance Battery fully charged++
As the Calculation Servitors announced the updates, green indicators popped up one after another across the screen.
This was a day worth remembering, because it was my first time.
Qin Yun silently thought before giving the order.
"Relay the command to all units. Tell them to prepare."
"Once the orbital bombardment ends, immediately begin the airborne assault and send those traitors to hell."
"Execute the orbital bombardment now. Bring down the God-Emperor's wrath upon those traitors and set the sky and earth ablaze."
"We will soon take this planet and offer it to great Grandfather Nurgle."
"We will turn this world into a beautiful garden, spread Grandfather Nurgle's generosity, and grant happiness to everyone."
"The Corpse Emperor's filthy realm will eventually collapse into ruins and become nourishment for the garden."
A Chaos Priest stood amid the ruins, preaching to his devout followers.
A Cultist with a Chaos symbol carved into his forehead said, "But I heard they seem to have received support from someone called the Guide."
"No matter who helps them, they are doomed to fail." The Chaos Priest's voice carried pity.
"They worship the Corpse Emperor and refuse to see the truth of the universe."
"And truth is the most powerful thing in this universe. No one can stop it."
"But I also heard they have a Lunar-class Cruiser," one Cultist said uneasily. "And they retook Lycade Station."
The Chaos Priest smiled and pointed toward the sky, soothing the uneasy Cultists.
"So what if they have a warship? Grandfather Nurgle's divine power protects us."
One Cultist instinctively followed the priest's hand and looked up at the sky.
The dim cloud cover obscured the sun.
It made the whole world seem gray and murky.
Suddenly, one patch of cloud grew brighter and brighter.
"What is that?" The Cultist's face was full of confusion.
Hearing him, the other Cultists raised their heads and looked skyward.
The Chaos Priest looked up as well, confusion appearing on his face.
The next second, a tower-like beam of light descended from the heavens.
Boom!
Its point of impact was precisely their artillery position.
The massive stockpile of ammunition there detonated instantly.
The entire position was swallowed by an unbroken chain of explosions and seas of fire.
Cultists and wandering Plague Zombies were blasted into pieces.
Earth and flesh were swept into the sky by the massive shockwave before falling like rain.
Then, aerial bombs came screaming down one after another.
Brilliant mushroom clouds rose in succession.
Terrifying shockwaves surged outward like colossal waves.
The Chaos Priest watched the oncoming sea of fire and cried out in despair.
"Grandfather Nurgle!"
The next second, he was completely consumed by the flames.
His soul fell into a rotting garden, where starving daemons tore it to shreds.
"The God-Emperor's wrath has descended upon those traitors."
"Praise the Emperor. His messengers will bring Redemption."
The upper levels of Tyreen Hive City.
Governor Von, Bishop Hydrak, and other high-ranking officials witnessed the orbital bombardment firsthand and began praising the Emperor.
The entire Outer District had fallen into a sea of flames.
Without Void Shields, the Rebels were lambs awaiting slaughter before a Lunar-class Cruiser.
"Charlatans who blaspheme against the Omnissiah." Magos Koro of the Adeptus Mechanicus spoke in a cold mechanical voice.
Von glanced at him, then at the subordinate beside him.
The subordinate gave a slight nod, indicating that everything was ready.
Von turned his gaze back toward the battlefield in the Outer District, reassured.
To be honest, he did not want to do this at such a moment.
But Magos Koro was far too rigid and stubborn.
He turned a blind eye to that lord's holiness and blessing.
If allowed to live, he would surely bring more trouble in the future.
What that lord was unwilling to do, Von would do for him.
Sharing that lord's burdens was also part of loyalty.
Magos Koro would receive a dignified end.
Noisy activity echoed across the decks of the Imperial Glory.
Every crew was rushing about, preparing for the impending airborne assault.
New players who had just completed their basic training were assembled together.
Several industrial Servitors distributed weapons and equipment to them.
They also recorded the Contribution Points they owed.
The weapons and equipment were not free; they were loaned to the players.
Once they killed enemies, completed missions, and earned Contribution Points, they would repay everything with interest.
Priest Hina, Aing, and the others were shocked when they heard about this.
These people had to take out loans for their own equipment before heading into battle, yet they had no complaints.
No wonder they could become God Chosen.
Such loyalty was truly moving.
"At last, a combat mission. Doing dailies every day, hauling corpses, and cleaning up has been more than enough."
Damo examined the Lasgun he had received, his face full of anticipation.
"So eager to go to the battlefield as cannon fodder. We are truly loyal to Old Man Emperor."
Hardcore Bro, seated across from Damo, teased him.
"Only loyalty lets us improve. How else are we supposed to earn Contribution Points and trade for equipment if we're not loyal?"
Director Qi chimed in from the side.
At that moment, speakers embedded in the pillars and walls transmitted Qin Yun's voice.
"The orbital bombardment has concluded. Prepare for airborne deployment."
"For the Emperor, for glory!"
Little Fatty shouted, his voice booming from the speakers of his Exoskeleton Armor.
"For the Emperor!"
"For the Omnissiah!"
"For the Horde!"
"For Noxus!"
"For the Great Treasure!"
The other players also raised their arms and shouted, though their slogans were rather strange.
"Take off! In the name of the God-Emperor, get ready to slaughter them, brothers!"
Blood Pigeon started the Valkyrie's engines, and a roar filled the air.
The thrusters at the rear of the craft spewed azure plasma light.
The heavy deck was lowered, and landing craft and fighters slid along the runway out of the warship, flying toward the grand planet.
Tyreen Hive City's Outer District had become a ruin.
Many Cultists and Plague Zombies had been blasted to pieces.
Charred limbs could be seen everywhere.
Kras, commander of the Rebels, crawled out from beneath a collapsed building.
He stared at the blackened, crater-ridden battlefield, completely dumbfounded.
"Gather up quickly! The Corpse Emperor's lackeys are definitely launching a counterattack!"
He shouted at the surviving Cultists.
At that moment, the roar of engines came from the sky.
Several Valkyries and landing craft appeared in the Cultists' field of vision.
Their machine guns raked the ground with another burst of fire.
Many Cultists who had just crawled from the ruins were shot dead on the spot.
After wiping out the enemies on the ground, the landing craft descended with a roar.
Amid the hiss of pressurized gas, the hydraulic hatches opened.
Imperium soldiers clad in Exoskeleton Armor emerged.
They advanced into the ruins, clearing out the remaining Cultists.
"Praise the Omnissiah!"
Little Fatty controlled his heavy Tomorrow Type III Exoskeleton Armor as it landed.
His shout, accompanied by blaring war horns, boomed from the speakers and echoed across the battlefield.
PS: I wanted to ask, is the traitorous son among the Night Lords Sevatar?
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