Battle Settlement

"A C'tan Seed with no past memories and infinite growth potential!!"

Seeing the mission reward, Qin Yun nearly drooled uncontrollably.

Take it!

Must take it!

One must know, this is a C'tan.

The most powerful non-psychic entities in the material universe.

True gods of the physical realm in every sense.

Why do the Necrons possess such advanced technology?

Isn't it because they inherited the legacy of the C'tan?

If one could obtain the assistance of a C'tan, many problems in the Warhammer universe would no longer be problems at all.

"Continue to follow up on this matter. Investigate all information regarding the C'tan Shard in secret, but do not act rashly. Wait for the right opportunity."

Qin Yun was determined to obtain the C'tan Shard.

However, the situation in Tyreen Hive City was somewhat complex.

Externally, there were Rebels supported by the Nurgle cult.

Internally, there were Genestealers.

He could not act impulsively.

He had to resolve these issues first before he could take the C'tan Shard.

After replying to the Warmaster, Qin Yun ordered the Imperial Glory to shift its position in orbit.

He prepared to give the Rebels a little more orbital bombardment.

In the inner city of Tyreen Hive City.

Magos Koro of the Adeptus Mechanicus hunched over the Cogitator System in his laboratory, editing a message to be sent out.

He swore to make the fraud who dared to use the name of the Omnissiah pay the price.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of discomfort.

Blood flowed from his nose and mouth, and his body staggered, unable to stand steady.

His mechanical prosthetics and biological organs lost synchronization, spiraling toward irreversible disintegration.

++Rust Virus attack detected++

++Rust Virus attack detected++

The continuous alarms caused the expression of Magos Koro to change drastically.

The Rust Virus was a killer virus specifically developed to target Tech-Priests.

It could not only corrode flesh but also cause irreversible damage to sacred machinery.

"Help me."

Magos Koro let out a cry for help, but the priests and Servitors outside did not respond.

"Help me."

Magos Koro looked around, trying to find a way to save himself.

"Don't waste your effort. You dying here today is a good thing for many people, including yourself."

"At least you will die as a hero, rather than a shameful traitor."

A voice drifted in.

Von, the Planetary Governor, walked in from the doorway.

Behind him followed two genetically modified bodyguards.

Magos Koro stared fixedly at Von, "It was you, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

Von did not deny it, admitting to the matter calmly.

Magos Koro reached out and pointed at Von, "Poisoning a Magos—the Adeptus Mechanicus will not let you go."

Von maintained a safe distance from Magos Koro, avoiding any chance of being harmed by him.

"As long as they don't find out, it will be fine. Besides, do you think killing you was my idea alone?"

"What do you mean?" Magos Koro asked.

The corners of Von's mouth curled up into a smile.

"You publicly questioned that lord and joined forces with other priests, intending to embarrass him."

"Those priests were filled with regret afterward. You must realize that the person they offended was an emissary of the Omnissiah, a holy man capable of soothing the Machine Spirit."

"If you continue to live and appear before that lord, it would undoubtedly be a constant reminder to him of your initial offense and their stupidity."

"Therefore, you must die. This is not merely my will, but the consensus of your colleagues."

At this moment, a sound echoed.

A Tech-Priest, whose lower body had been replaced with a tracked chassis, appeared at the laboratory entrance.

Magos Koro, like a drowning man catching sight of a glimmer of hope, struggled as he begged the other for help.

"Help me, Tech-Priest Casca, the Valancius Family has rebelled."

Tech-Priest Casca glanced at the fallen Magos Koro, then withdrew his gaze.

"Governor, all recordings and Servitor logs have been altered; no one will discover what happened today."

"I am in your debt." Von expressed his gratitude to the other.

"To serve the Omnissiah is our supreme honor," Casca stated.

"No!"

Magos Koro fell into utter despair.

Subsequently, Casca and Von stood to the side, watching as Magos Koro was consumed by the Rust Virus.

Magos Koro's flesh melted, and his machinery sprouted rust.

The manner of his death was highly similar to those infected by the supernatural powers of Nurgle.

Afterward, Von claimed that the retreating Rebels, driven by shame and anger, had sent a spy to assassinate him.

To stabilize the situation, Tech-Priest Casca was promoted to Magos, leading the Adeptus Mechanicus of Tyreen Hive City.

People mourned for the sacrificed Magos, but within a few days, he was forgotten.

On the desolate plains outside the Hive City.

The retreating Rebels ran until they were exhausted before finally stopping.

Seeing that the Loyalists were not in pursuit, the Rebel leaders began to reorganize the routed troops.

"Those damned lackeys of the Corpse Emperor."

Yuba gazed at the silhouette of the spires of Tyreen Hive City, his corrupted vocal cords emitting a hoarse curse.

Kras, the commander, was nowhere to be found.

As the highest-ranking officer remaining, he automatically assumed command of the troops.

"My lord, only one-third of our troops escaped, and the Plague Zombies used as cannon fodder have been wiped out."

A man with a face covered in pustules walked up to Yuba.

He reported the casualty figures.

Hearing the man's words, the hatred in Yuba's heart grew even more intense.

Those damned Corpse-Stench Minions had caused them to fail Grandfather Nurgle.

"At this point, there is no other way, with Kras missing."

"The army we have on hand is insufficient to deal with the lackeys of the Corpse Emperor."

"Order officers at all levels to consolidate their troops, find a suitable place to encamp, and await reinforcements."

After Yuba issued the orders, he secretly swore in his heart.

Once the reinforcements arrived, he would immediately launch a new round of offensives and would never fail Grandfather Nurgle again.

However, just as the Rebels had finished setting up the rudimentary camp, a sharp whistling sound came from the sky.

Yuba looked up and discovered that massive aerial bombs were falling toward them.

The remnants of the army, having finally been gathered, wore expressions of terror as they screamed and scattered in all directions.

"Why are they still coming!"

Yuba's face, already blue from disease, turned as pale as paper.

Boom! Boom!

Deafening sounds erupted.

Terrifying flames soared into the sky, illuminating the entire firmament.

The sweeping shockwave engulfed the screaming Rebel soldiers.

Those traitors died miserable deaths.

Their souls were dragged into the rotting garden, screaming in despair without a moment's rest.

Cough! Cough! Cough!

Amidst the ruins on the surface, Yuba dragged his festering body out from a bunker.

The blessing of Nurgle granted him vitality far exceeding that of an ordinary person.

He had managed to survive the orbital bombardment by sheer luck.

At this moment, the desolate plain had turned into a charred wasteland.

Deep craters appeared across the surface of the ground.

The camp that had been built with such painstaking effort was reduced to ruins, with charred corpses visible everywhere.

Yuba felt his heart turn to ash; his last remaining forces were gone.

"These damned lackeys of the Corpse Emperor, do they only know how to bomb us endlessly?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the roar of engines echoed through the sky.

Valkyrie gunships and Thunderbolt Fighters appeared in the heavens.

Missiles trailing fire streaked from beneath their wings, detonating upon impact with the ground.

The underslung multi-lasers and heavy bolters opened fire on the Rebels below.

Lasers and bullets poured down like rain, weaving an inescapable net of death.

The Rebel soldiers who had survived the orbital bombardment were slaughtered once again.

They wailed for their parents and scrambled in every direction, desperate to find a safe place to hide.

Yet, there was no such thing as a safe place.

In the chaos, the commander who had only taken office a few days prior, Yuba, was blown into a pile of mangled flesh.

Once the airstrike concluded, the players and garrison of Tyreen Hive City immediately launched an offensive.

The Rebels completely lost the courage to fight and fled toward the distance in a rout.

After pursuing them for a certain distance, Qin Yun ordered the army and the players to withdraw back to Tyreen Hive City.

He let those Rebels escape toward other hive cities.

At this stage, the ground troops were already exhausted from the previous siege and the battle for the Outer District, and they were in dire need of rest.

Furthermore, the reclaimed Tyreen Hive City required reconstruction before it could provide logistical support for the wars to come.

Knowing when to stop was a very wise choice.

The campaign for Tyreen Hive City was hereby declared at an end.

Qin Yun summoned several Tech-Priests, asking them to join him in calculating the battlefield rewards for the players.