Good heavens, you dare to fleece the Emperor??

"At that time, I looked around the battlefield, and it was all enemies."

"There were at least four or five hundred of them, rifles raised and cannons shouldered, howling as they charged right at us."

"We were out of ammo and supplies, and even our Exoskeleton Armor had run out of power."

"Back then, I only had one thought in my mind: I was working for the Emperor himself, so I couldn't afford to be disloyal."

"So, I immediately ordered my brothers to detonate the explosives and go out in a blaze of glory with those bastards."

In the Warhammer Toilers Group.

Brother Zhong was vividly describing his heroic performance during the battle of Goliath Hive City.

He didn't treat the sacrifice as a big deal at all.

Qin Yun also took a moment of leisure to upload some pictures and videos related to the Goliath Hive City campaign to the group chat.

The Spectator Players in the group immediately started howling with excitement.

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "I beg you, stop talking. My withdrawal symptoms are getting worse. When will you let me serve the Emperor??"

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "Welcome to Old Thirteen's daily wailing."

Erlong Gang Leader: "Stop the closed beta already. Even if it's full of bugs, I'm willing to fly."

Taozi Baby is the Handsomest: "When is the group owner releasing new reservation slots??"

Su Muxu: "Group owner, where is your company? I want to send you a blood letter, begging on my knees for an open beta."

Auspex Plays Genshin Smoothly: "Blood letter +1"

"+1"

"+1"

"..."

The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor: "Everyone, don't get excited. After my efforts, the company has decided to release six hundred closed beta slots the day after tomorrow."

Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer: "Good news: reservation slots are being released."

"Bad news: there are only six hundred. (Dog head)"

"Worse news: the three Warhammer Toilers groups are officially full, and the members in groups 4 and 5 have already passed the halfway mark. (Dog head)"

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Kill them all.jpg"

"..."

Director Qi Wants Progress: "Speaking of which, the Warband System has been out for a few days, why hasn't anyone registered yet?"

Damo Guyan: "What's wrong? You trying to start the Handa Gang?"

Director Qi Wants Progress: "."

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "Registering a warband requires a sum of Contribution Points and at least ten core members."

"I've been saving up Contribution Points and looking for suitable members during this time, preparing to establish a Hammer and Sickle Warband."

Director Qi Wants Progress: "That name sounds very wrong. What are you guys trying to do?"

Damo Guyan: "Are you planning to overthrow the three great mountains of Chaos Gods, xenos, and corrupt bureaucrats to build a new world for humanity??"

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "I suggest you don't make baseless guesses."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Let's talk about the battle at Goliath Hive City."

"Even a Great Unclean One showed up. A battle of this scale is bound to attract the attention of the gods and Abaddon."

Lost Krieg: "To be fair, Kugath is really hard to fight. He caused half the casualties all by himself, and the Guide was almost blown to bits by him too."

Spiky Hair is the Symbol of Strength: "The Great Rift has changed many things. It was very difficult to summon Greater Daemons of that level in the past."

Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer: "The good days are still ahead of us!"

"Don't forget, our identities in the game are God Chosen of Old E. The gods will definitely come for us."

Dovahkiin is also a God Chosen: "Will there be Slaanesh daemons turning into Mai Shiranui to seduce me?"

Night Lord Asks If Your Scalp Is Itchy: "Mai Shiranui isn't for me. I want Nezuko Kamado, the kind that goes into battle without any gear."

A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "Did you watch the new 3D release?"

Lost Krieg: "Who has it? Share it."

Zhuge Captures Ka'bandha Seven Times: "Damn lolicon, eat my bolter round."

Hardcore Bro: "Why are you all limited to humans?"

"I think Cthulhu is also quite appetizing. That soft body and those slimy tentacles."

"If the height was kept around 1.3 meters, it would be the perfect romantic partner."

"..."

"????"

There was an eerie silence in the group for a few seconds.

Lost Krieg: "Slaanesh: I'm sorry, I'd like to yield this position to you."

Director Qi Wants Progress: "Chaos Daemon: Encountered a natural-born talent, couldn't defeat them even after giving it my all."

Dovahkiin is also a God Chosen: "A Greater Daemon of Slaanesh looks as innocent as a fresh recruit in front of you."

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Heretic, face judgment."

Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer: "I could understand you having ideas about Khorne, maybe you're from Turtle City."

"But you have ideas about Cthulhu, and you even want to have a sweet romance with it! You are even more chaotic than Chaos itself."

"."

"."

Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "Hahaha, hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter."

"That Twisted Man is truly a stinky can; after his promotion, he was howling in the temple like a Gretchin."

Ten-Timer's sudden remark caused many group members to shift their attention away from Hardcore Bro's heaven-defying statement.

Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer: "What stinky can?"

Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "Twisted Man promoted, but the gene sequence he redeemed was for the Death Guard; he's so depressed he's about to shut himself in."

A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "Promoted? How did he promote?"

Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "Once you reach level ten, you can redeem a Gene-Seed upgrade."

God-Chosen Alpaca: "Then what are you?"

Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "Thousand Sons."

I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can: "Uh, that doesn't seem much better! Aren't you a Psyker? Why isn't it a Grey Knights seed?"

A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "Grey Knights were created during the Great Heresy by selecting and fusing the Gene-Seeds of steadfastly loyal warriors from various legions."

"They have resistance to Warp corruption and, like the Adeptus Custodes, will never betray the Empire."

"Players should only be able to choose from the twenty legions."

"Or perhaps you need to be a lucky bastard to be compatible with the Grey Knights."

Strategic Command of the Imperial Glory.

Qin Yun was lurking in the chat of the cattle-and-horse group.

After defeating the Rebels, he had handed over the tasks of reconstruction, restoring order, and comforting refugees to the bureaucrats.

He himself returned to the Imperial Glory to urge Priest Hina to produce power armor and bolters compatible with the Astartes.

He was preparing to replace the equipment for the promoted players to boost their combat effectiveness.

Just as Qin Yun was engrossed in the group chat, a message suddenly popped up.

It was sent by the Warmaster, who was serving as the diplomatic envoy.

"Guide, I have gathered all the information regarding the C'tan Shard and have confirmed the location of the Genestealer Patriarch."

Qin Yun closed the group chat interface and opened the data packet sent by the other party.

The tactical projection on the console refreshed automatically, outlining the Tyreen Hive City and marking a red dot.

"Some players have already promoted to Astartes; it's time to deal with these guys."

Qin Yun looked at the projection, calculating how to root out the Genestealers entirely.

The C'tan are the oldest lifeforms in the Warhammer universe, incredibly powerful.

Even a single shard possesses power beyond imagination.

Qin Yun was a bit afraid that making a move on the shard might cause some unforeseen trouble.

It would be a wise move to deal with the Genestealers first and remove the hidden threat before going after the C'tan Shard.

Genestealers communicate using a psychic network, sharing information.

It is similar to the Khala network of the Protoss.

Once a move is made against the Genestealer Patriarch, the Genestealer Cult led by Colonel Griffin would surely receive the news and launch a rebellion.

To completely resolve the Genestealers, one must strike both sides simultaneously.

"Looks like I'll need to use some strategy."

Qin Yun left the Strategic Command, intending to find veteran players like Old Bird and Reckless General to discuss it.

At this moment, Old Bird was at the maintenance console on the bridge.

While monitoring the system's operating status, he was running a nuclear fusion simulation program through the Cogitator System.

This genius idea stemmed from a sudden whim he had earlier.

At first, he just wanted to test the extent of the realism in Warhammer Online.

So, he copied the program used by research institutes to simulate nuclear fusion and ran it inside the game.

To his surprise, it ran even more smoothly than the supercomputers at the research institute!!

Old Bird's assessment of this was: "The game developers are simply heaven-defying!"

He even suspected whether aliens had designed this game specifically to invade Earth.

Of course, Old Bird wasn't the type of stubborn person who had to get to the bottom of everything.

Before understanding the whole situation, he decided to first milk the game's computing power for all it was worth.

Qin Yun possessed the passive skill [Curse of Knowledge].

He walked behind Old Bird and saw at a glance that the other party was using the computing power of the Imperial Glory to run simulation models.

His pupils dilated slightly.

Good grief, I let you play a game, and you end up working??

Do you have to be this dedicated!

Cough! Cough!

Qin Yun coughed a few times.

The oblivious Old Bird hurriedly closed the projection, letting it run in the background.

"Call Reckless General and Bald Monk; there are some things we need to discuss." After giving the order, Qin Yun walked away.

Seeing the Guide walk away, Old Bird wiped away non-existent sweat with a guilty conscience.

"The Guide couldn't have discovered that I was milking the computing power to slack off, right?"

He scratched his head.

"But slacking off in a game... does that even count as slacking off?"

Colonel Griffin, who was patrolling the streets of Goliath Hive City, wore a smile on his face.

When his eyes looked toward those ignorant refugees, they revealed a sense of Fanaticism.

With the reclamation of Goliath Hive City, the sect would soon be able to exert its influence over this hive.

Everything those God Chosen had done would ultimately just be making wedding clothes for the sect.

At this moment, a soldier ran over, saluted Colonel Griffin, and then reported.

"Colonel, the Guide plans to hold a Victory Commendation Ceremony in three days and requires all troops to attend."

"He also specifically instructed that no units should carry weapons or wear armor."

"To avoid frightening the civilians coming to watch the ceremony, tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, and the like must be left at the camp, and he will send designated personnel to guard them."

"A Victory Commendation Ceremony?" Colonel Griffin nodded. "Please report back to the Guide and tell him to rest assured; I will carry this out to the letter."

PS: Genestealer Ascension