"At that time, I looked around the battlefield. There were enemies everywhere."
"There had to be four or five hundred of them. They came charging at us with guns and cannons."
"We were out of ammunition and supplies, and even the exoskeleton armor had run out of power."
"At that moment, I had only one thought: I was working for His Majesty the Emperor, so I couldn't be disloyal."
"So I immediately had the brothers detonate the explosives and take those bastards down with us."
In the Warhammer Toilers Chat Group.
Brother Zhong vividly recounted his heroic performance in the Battle of Goliath Hive City.
He did not take his sacrifice seriously at all.
Qin Yun also took a moment from his busy schedule to upload some images and videos from the Battle of Goliath Hive City to the group chat.
The spectator players in the group immediately got so excited they began howling.
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Please, stop talking. My withdrawal symptoms are getting worse and worse. When will I get to serve the Emperor??"
Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "Welcome to Old Thirteen's daily wailing session."
Erlong Gang Leader: "Stop with the closed beta already. Even if it's full of bugs, I'm willing to fly with them."
Taozi Baby is the Handsomest: "When will the group owner release more registration slots??"
Su Muxu: "Group owner, where is your company? I want to mail you a petition signed in blood and beg for open beta."
Auspex Plays Genshin Smoothly: "Petition in blood +1"
"+1"
"+1"
"..."
The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor: "Everyone, don't get too 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: registration slots are being released."
"Bad news: there are only six hundred. (doge)"
"Even worse news: all three Warhammer Toilers groups are full, and Groups 4 and 5 are already more than half full. (doge)"
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Kill them all.jpg"
"..."
Director Qi Wants Progress: "By the way, the warband system has been out for days. Why hasn't anyone registered one yet?"
Damo Guyan: "What, you trying to start the Handa Gang?"
Director Qi Wants Progress: "."
Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "Registering a warband requires Contribution Points, as well as at least ten core members."
"I've been saving up Contribution Points and looking for suitable members these past few days, preparing to establish a Hammer and Sickle Warband."
Director Qi Wants Progress: "That name sounds extremely suspicious. What are you trying to do?"
Damo Guyan: "Are you planning to overthrow the three great mountains of evil gods, xenos, and corrupt bureaucrats, then build a new world for humanity??"
Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "I suggest you don't make baseless assumptions."
"Forget it, let's not talk about that. Let's talk about the battle at Goliath Hive City."
"Even a Great Unclean One showed up. A battle like this is bound to attract the attention of the gods and Abaddon."
Lost Krieg: "To be fair, Kugath was really hard to fight. It caused half the casualties by itself, and it nearly blew up the Guide too."
Spiky Hair is the Symbol of Strength: "The Great Rift changed many things. Greater Daemons of that level used to be very difficult to summon."
Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer: "The good times are still ahead!"
"Remember, our identities in the game are Old E's Chosen. The gods will definitely come after us."
Dovahkiin is also a God Chosen: "Will a Slaanesh daemon turn into Mai Shiranui to seduce me?"
Night Lord Asks If Your Scalp Is Itchy: "Mai Shiranui isn't my type. I want Nezuko Kamado, the kind that goes in naked."
A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "Did you watch that newly released 3D one?"
Lost Krieg: "What normal person has that? Share it."
Zhuge Captures Ka'bandha Seven Times: "Damn lolicon, eat a bolter round."
Hardcore Bro: "Why are you all limiting yourselves to humans?"
"I think Cthulhu looks pretty delicious too. That soft body, those slick tentacles."
"If its height stayed around 1.3 meters, it would be the perfect romantic partner."
"..."
"????"
The group fell into a bizarre silence for several seconds.
Lost Krieg: "Slaanesh: Sorry, I'd like to give you my spot."
Director Qi Wants Progress: "Chaos Daemons: Encountered a naturally gifted player. Even giving it everything, we cannot defeat him."
Dovahkiin is also a God Chosen: "A Greater Daemon of Slaanesh would look as innocent as a fresh recruit in front of you."
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Heretic, accept judgment."
Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer: "If you had thoughts about Khorne, I could understand that maybe you're from Turtle City."
"You fucking have thoughts about Cthulhu, and you even want a sweet romance with it! You're more Chaos than Chaos itself."
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Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "Hahaha, hahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter."
"Twisted Man is such a Stinky Can. After his ascension, he wailed in the chapel like a Gretchin."
Ten-Timer's sudden message shifted the attention of the group members away from Hardcore Bro's outrageous remarks.
Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer: "What Stinky Can?"
Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "Twisted Man ascended, but the gene sequence he exchanged for was from the Death Guard. He's so depressed he's practically shut down."
A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "He ascended? How?"
Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "Once you reach level ten, you can exchange for Gene-Seed and ascend."
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, isn't that only a little better? Aren't you a Psyker? Why didn't you get Grey Knights gene-seed?"
A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "The Grey Knights were created during the Great Heresy by selecting and merging gene-seed from steadfast Loyalists across the various legions."
"They are resistant to Warp corruption and, like the Adeptus Custodes, will never betray the Empire."
"Players can probably only choose from the twenty legions."
"Or perhaps you need absurd luck to be compatible with the Grey Knights."
In the Strategic Command of the Imperial Glory.
Qin Yun was lurking in the Warhammer Toilers Chat Group.
After defeating the rebels, he handed matters such as reconstruction, restoring order, and comforting refugees over to the bureaucrats.
He himself returned to the Imperial Glory and urged Priest Hina to manufacture power armor and bolters suitable for Astartes.
He was preparing to replace the equipment of ascended players and improve their combat strength.
Just as Qin Yun was engrossed in reading the group chat, a message suddenly popped up.
It was from the Warmaster, who was serving as a diplomatic envoy.
"Lord Guide, I have gathered all information concerning the C'tan Shard and confirmed the location of the Genestealer Patriarch."
Qin Yun closed the group chat interface and opened the data package sent by the other party.
The tactical projection on the console refreshed automatically, outlining Tyreen Hive City and marking a red dot.
"Some players have already ascended into Astartes. It's time to deal with these bastards."
Qin Yun looked at the projection and considered how to uproot the Genestealers completely.
The C'tan were the oldest lifeforms in the Warhammer Universe, incomparably powerful.
Even a single shard possessed unimaginable might.
If he moved against the shard, Qin Yun was somewhat afraid that something might go wrong.
It would be wiser to deal with the Genestealers first, eliminate the hidden danger, and then retrieve the C'tan Shard.
Genestealers communicated and shared information through a Psychic Network.
It was similar to the Khala network of the Protoss.
The moment they moved against the Genestealer Patriarch, the Genestealer Cult led by Colonel Griffin would certainly receive the news and launch a rebellion.
To eliminate the Genestealers completely, they would have to strike both sides at once.
"Looks like I'll need a little strategy."
Qin Yun left the Strategic Command, intending to find Old Bird, Reckless General, and the other veteran players to discuss it.
At that moment, Old Bird was at the repair control console on the bridge.
As he monitored the system's operating status, he used the Cogitator System to run a nuclear fusion simulation program.
This genius idea had come from a sudden whim of his earlier.
At first, he had merely wanted to test just how realistic Warhammer Online could be.
So he copied the program his research institute used to simulate nuclear fusion directly into the game and ran it there.
The result was that it ran even more smoothly than the research institute's supercomputer!!
Old Bird's assessment was, "This game developer is fucking insane!"
He even suspected that aliens had designed this game in preparation for invading Earth.
Of course, Old Bird was not the sort of stubborn person who had to get to the bottom of everything.
Before understanding the whole matter, he decided to first exploit the game's computing power.
Qin Yun possessed the passive skill Curse of Knowledge.
He walked behind Old Bird and immediately saw that he was using the Imperial Glory's computing power to run models.
His pupils widened slightly.
Well, well. He had let this guy play a game, and he was working instead??
Did he have to be this dedicated?
Ahem! Ahem!
Qin Yun coughed twice.
Only then did Old Bird react. He hurriedly shut off the projection and sent it to run in the background.
"Call Reckless General and Bald Monk. There are some matters we need to discuss." After giving the order, Qin Yun left.
Watching the Guide walk away, Old Bird guiltily wiped away sweat that did not exist.
"The Guide didn't discover that I was exploiting the computing power to slack off, did he?"
He scratched his head.
"But slacking off in a game... does that count as slacking off?"
Colonel Griffin, who was patrolling the streets of Goliath Hive City, wore a smile on his face.
When his gaze fell upon those ignorant refugees, it was filled with fanaticism.
Now that Goliath Hive City had been reclaimed, the cult would soon be able to exert its influence over the hive city.
Everything those Chosen had done would ultimately be nothing more than a wedding dress for the cult.
At that moment, a soldier ran over, saluted Griffin, and reported.
"Colonel, Lord Guide plans to hold a Victory Commendation Ceremony three days from now and requires all units to attend."
"He also specifically instructed that all units must not bring weapons or wear armor."
"To avoid frightening the civilians coming to observe, tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, and the like must also be left in camp. He will assign dedicated personnel to watch over them."
"A Victory Commendation Ceremony?" Griffin nodded. "Please tell Lord Guide that he can rest assured. I will carry out his orders to the letter."
PS: Genestealer ascension
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