Boom!
The cluster bomb exploded.
A surging sea of fire instantly engulfed the sergeant and Kugath.
When the flames subsided, the sergeant had already been blown to pieces.
Kugath, however, was still alive. His bloated body had merely become even more battered.
"The Corpse Emperor's lackey is truly irritating," Kugath muttered unhappily.
Ten-Timer and the other players looked at the Great Unclean One, a faint sense of despair rising in their hearts.
"It still won't die! These things from the Warp seriously don't follow any scientific principles, do they?!"
"The N-Party's health bar is ridiculously terrifying!"
"I apologize for mocking the Imperium before. These monsters are way too hard to kill."
Qin Yun climbed to his feet and used Emperor's Light to restore himself to peak condition.
Looking at the charred wreckage of the Leman Russ Tank, he knew they had died to buy him time.
"Your valiant souls will surely return to the Golden Throne."
After praying for the dead, Qin Yun charged at Kugath once more.
Kugath swung his greatsword, intending to cleave Qin Yun in two.
Qin Yun dodged to the side, causing the attack to miss, then rushed close and drew the Blade of Divine Judgment.
"How foolish. You cannot possibly be my opponent."
Kugath swept the greatsword in his hand in a half-circle, forcing Qin Yun back.
Boom!!
On the other side of the Hive City, another earth-shaking explosion rang out.
"The target has been destroyed. Mission complete."
Blood Pigeon's voice came through the communicator.
The second altar had been destroyed, and the Warp Storm shrank even further.
Some daemons could no longer maintain their forms. They exploded out of thin air and were forced back into the Warp.
"Destroy the last altar at all costs! Without the altars as anchors, these daemons won't be able to remain in the real world!"
Ten-Timer shouted, directing the players and Imperial soldiers to attack the altar.
Without the support of the Warp, the daemons were exceptionally weak.
Under the Loyalists' fierce firepower, they burst apart one after another.
The balance between attack and defense had reversed.
"The situation is becoming very unfavorable, but I should still be able to take you with me."
Kugath realized that his defeat was imminent.
Yet he still hoped to take Qin Yun with him and offer him to Grandfather Nurgle.
Kugath launched another attack at Qin Yun.
The rusted greatsword was heavy and powerful, every strike delivered with all its might.
Qin Yun kept evading, refusing to confront his opponent head-on.
After making another attack miss, Qin Yun seized the opportunity to unleash Emperor's Light.
Brilliant golden radiance erupted suddenly, making Kugath scream as he staggered backward.
Qin Yun seized the chance and drove the Blade of Divine Judgment fiercely into Kugath's body, pouring all his power into it.
The Great Unclean One's fat, swollen body ignited in resplendent golden flames.
"I will return."
After leaving behind those words, Kugath's body turned to ash in the flames, and his soul returned to Nurgle's Garden of Nurgle.
"If you return, I won't let you escape like you did today."
Qin Yun muttered to himself as he looked at the ashes.
At that moment, a golden screen appeared.
Congratulations, you have gained experience. Level LV11 -> LV12 Learned skill: Prescience (allows you to see many visions concerning the future) Learned skill: Psychic Shield (allows you to use psychic power to construct a shield against ranged attacks) Learned skill: Soul Travel (while meditating, allows your soul to enter the Warp and travel)
Boom!
Not long after Kugath fell, the final altar was also destroyed under the Loyalists' saturation bombardment.
The Warp Storm subsided with it, and the real universe regained control.
The twisted spatial structures and physical laws were restored.
The daemons could no longer maintain their forms and exploded one after another, returning to the Warp.
When the Nurgle daemonic army was defeated, the rebels and Cultists of Goliath Hive City also collapsed.
They no longer had the courage to fight. The surviving players and Imperial forces pursued them relentlessly, driving them completely out of Goliath Hive City.
The Imperium's Double-Headed Eagle banners fluttered throughout the ruined Hive City.
Survivors fortunate enough to avoid corruption emerged from every corner, cheering as they welcomed the Imperial forces.
Their clothes were ragged, and their faces were covered in festering wounds and pustules caused by plague infection.
But they had one great stroke of luck: they had survived and lived to see rescue.
The Battle of Goliath Hive City was declared a victory.
When the news reached Tyreen Hive City, everyone who had been anxiously awaiting the final result erupted into cheers.
Celebratory parades quickly filled streets large and small.
Qin Yun's victory also caused ripples in the Warp, becoming a surging wave that could not be ignored and drawing the attention of the gods.
A Cursed One's lackey capable of fighting a Greater Daemon.
The new hope and plan of that corpse on the Golden Throne.
Nurgle brewed his thick plague broth. He did not blame Kugath for his failure, instead beginning to ponder how to concoct a plague that would make his opponent submit.
In a secret temple, near the depths of the labyrinth, Tzeentch watched the tremors and fluctuations of the threads of fate.
Sensing the changes in fate, he smiled.
He considered how to weave destiny and bring about even more changes.
The Prince of Pleasure, indulging in an endless Soul Feast, dispatched his most loyal subordinate.
They would use every means possible to lure Qin Yun into corruption.
Meanwhile, in the Brass Citadel, the Blood God had already issued a divine decree.
Whoever could hunt the Cursed One's lackey and claim his skull would receive his reward.
The servants of the Dark Gods all sprang into action.
They would gather strength, plot schemes, and pluck at the threads of fate, all to claim this brand-new prey.
"I reached level 10 and learned two new skills, Prescience and Telepathy. You can come to me for tarot readings from now on."
"The system also told me I can exchange for Gene-Seed and ascend to become an Astartes."
Ten-Timer, having received the level-up notification, sounded extremely excited.
"I got a level-up notification too, but my skill is pretty average," Twisted Man said.
"Passive skill: Indomitable. It lets me endure more damage and pain, and it also boosts stamina."
"Looks like you've got the makings of a Stinky Can," Bald Monk said as he leaned over.
Twisted Man shook his head repeatedly.
"Become a Stinky Can? No way. Just thinking about having to acknowledge that idiot Mortarion as my genetic father makes me feel awful all over."
"Why not? When you run into Mortarion someday," Ten-Timer said, doing his best to imitate a dignified voice, "just tell him, 'Mortarion, let the real Legion Master come see me.' The scene will definitely be explosive."
Bald Monk rolled his eyes. "Why didn't you say that in front of Kugath just now and have him pass the message on to Mortarion?"
"Mortarion is petty and holds grudges. If Kugath goes back and tells him, he might try to chop me up the next time he sees me. Too dangerous."
Twisted Man stared wide-eyed at Ten-Timer, his face full of disbelief.
"So you want me to go get myself killed? Better you than me, huh?"
"What are you afraid of?! Can they still call themselves Death Guard if they don't take on their own genetic old man?? You should learn more from Typhus."
"Forget it. I might not even be compatible with Death Guard Gene-Seed!"
"You're definitely Death Guard Gene-Seed."
"Why?"
"Instinct. You're perfect Death Guard material. The skill you got proves everything."
"..."
After the battle ended, the players also relaxed and began joking around.
The rewards for defeating the rebels and Nurgle's daemonic army were extremely generous.
Not only did they raise the levels of many players, they also earned them a large amount of Faith Points.
"I did some calculations, and it looks like I have enough Faith Points too. Once we return to the Imperial Glory, I'll ascend. Please, let it not be Gene-Seed compatible with Stinky Cans."
Twisted Man had not been worried before, but after Bald Monk brought it up, he began to feel that something was off.
"If compatibility is really a thing, wouldn't I definitely be Thousand Sons?" Ten-Timer scratched his head. "I was so busy talking about you that I forgot my own situation isn't much better!!"
"Just thinking about that One-Eyed Ogryn makes me scared that implanting Thousand Sons Gene-Seed will lower my intelligence."
"Maybe you'll be a Grey Knight. Grey Knights are also big psychic powerhouses," Bald Monk comforted him.
"..."
While Ten-Timer and the others discussed the Gene-Seed of the various Legions,
the players who had gone offline due to dying were also chatting enthusiastically in the Warhammer Toilers Group.
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