Qin Yun's words made the players realize that the gun in Old Bird's hands was not all that valuable, and they lost interest in it.
They only thought that the next time they looted spoils, they had to move faster and get themselves a gun too.
Little Fatty and Brother Zhong were somewhat disappointed that they had failed to buy Old Bird's gun.
But then they remembered that the game had only just begun.
There would be plenty of chances to get firearms later, so they quickly perked up again.
After wrapping up that little episode, Qin Yun led the players onward from the Strategic Command, continuing their exploration.
He had checked the overall layout of the Imperial Glory at the control console.
He knew there was an armory near the Strategic Command, where firearms were stored.
He planned to get some weapons first and arm these players.
With nothing but crude weapons like pipes and wrenches, there was no way they could retake control of the Imperial Glory.
A Lunar-class Cruiser was roughly five kilometers long and eight hundred meters wide at the belly, capable of accommodating nearly a hundred thousand crew members.
Even if some had died on the Cadia battlefield.
And another batch had died in the Warp incident.
And yet another batch had been slaughtered by Warp creatures.
There would still be at least twenty to thirty thousand people left who had turned into monsters.
Sixteen people clearing out tens of thousands of monsters.
Without firearms, even if those monsters simply stood there and let them kill them, it would still be a massive undertaking.
And besides, the enemies would not just stand still.
There might still be Warp creatures wandering the lower decks.
Armed crewmen, scavengers—armed elites—and others were highly likely to be lurking in places like the cargo holds, living quarters, and lower decks.
Even if those people had been corrupted by Chaos, they would retain the instinct to use firearms.
To defeat those enemies and reclaim the Imperial Glory, they needed sufficiently powerful firepower.
The armory was not far from the Strategic Command, roughly three hundred meters away.
The only problem was that there were plenty of monsters along the way.
At the slightest disturbance, they would swarm in from every direction.
Roars, blood, and death intertwined.
Bullets tore through flesh, while blades cleaved bone and sinew.
Qin Yun held an automatic pistol in one hand and an entrenching shovel in the other. Taking the lead, he charged at the very front.
Bang!
A Mutant roaring at Qin Yun with bared fangs had its head blown apart by a single shot.
Another Mutant rushing at him was struck in the head by the entrenching shovel.
The savage force made its head burst like a watermelon, and it fell to the ground twitching.
The players following behind Qin Yun were also fighting with all their strength.
They formed small teams and cooperated with one another.
Ten-Timer, Old Bird, and the Warmaster had grouped together, and their teamwork was rather good.
A Mutant pounced at them, only to be knocked to the ground by the Warmaster's swinging wrench.
Ten-Timer immediately stepped on it, preventing it from getting back up.
Old Bird pressed the muzzle close to the Mutant's head. "In the Emperor's name, I grant you mercy."
With that, he pulled the trigger.
Red light flickered at the muzzle, and a ruby-like beam shot forth, instantly piercing the Mutant's head.
After twitching a few times, the Mutant stopped moving.
"I reached Level 3, and I even gained the skill 'Firearm Shooting (Beginner).'"
Old Bird sounded pleasantly surprised.
"I leveled up too, but my new skill is 'Warp Siphon (Beginner).'"
Ten-Timer stretched out his hands, a faint glow enveloping them.
"Huh, you really are some psychic lunatic?" The Warmaster stared at Ten-Timer's hands in surprise. "That's badass. When are you evolving enough to crush heads?"
"I didn't expect to be a mage either." Ten-Timer shook his head. "I'm probably just a psychic rookie. I'll need a higher level before I can learn how to crush heads."
A howl rang out.
Two Mutants came running from the distance, screaming wildly.
Ten-Timer turned toward them, then instinctively shoved both hands forward.
An invisible force erupted, forming a shockwave.
The two Mutants flew away as though they had been struck by a massive freight truck.
Bang! Bang!
The two Mutants slammed into the wall.
Their bones shattered and their tendons snapped, killing them instantly.
The Warmaster and Old Bird stared in shock, looking from Ten-Timer's hands to the Mutants that had been sent flying.
They shouted in unison.
"Holy shit, that's insane!"
Ecstasy also appeared on Ten-Timer's face.
He had never expected his psychic power to be so strong!!
With a little training, beating Ahriman, kicking Magnus around, and standing shoulder to shoulder with the Lord of Change would no longer be a dream.
"Hehehe, it's time to make this world experience the humiliation of a mage." Ten-Timer was getting a little carried away.
"Awesome, big bro! Ten times, humiliate it ten times!" Old Bird shouted.
The Warmaster joined in, waving the flag. "Humiliate this world hard, young man."
At that moment, another Mutant rushed out from around the corner at the end of the corridor, howling as it charged toward the three of them.
"Big bro, please make your move."
Old Bird and the Warmaster retreated in perfect sync, leaving the stage to Ten-Timer.
"Watch this."
Ten-Timer was just about to repeat the trick, absorb Warp energy, and blast the Mutant away.
Suddenly, his head felt as if it had been pierced by needles, and agonizing pain exploded through it.
A terrifying laugh rang out beside his ears, as if it came from hell.
The next second, Ten-Timer dropped to his knees, clutching his head as though it were about to explode and groaning in pain.
The sudden turn of events left Old Bird and the Warmaster behind him dumbfounded.
The mage who had just been shouting about humiliating the world had suddenly dropped to his knees??
He had not even humiliated the world yet! Had the world counterattacked and pinned him down for a beating instead??
"Don't abuse psychic power."
Several gunshots rang out, and Qin Yun, who had walked over, shot the Mutant dead.
He helped Ten-Timer up and sternly warned him.
"Your mind is not strong enough. Excessive use of psychic power will overwhelm you. In serious cases, your head may explode and kill you."
"Looks like being a mage has plenty of restrictions. He's not the chosen one of this version after all." Old Bird sounded regretful.
"Alright, stop thinking about humiliating the world. Follow the brothers and shoot properly." The Warmaster supported Ten-Timer and earnestly advised him, "Playing with psychic power has no future. A real man should shoot guns—shoot hard."
"I get the feeling you're not being very proper!" Ten-Timer, still suffering from a headache, looked speechless.
The Mutants on the way to the armory were all weak and had no guns.
Under Qin Yun's command, the players successfully arrived before the armory doors.
They entered the password obtained from the control console.
The sound of turning gears rang out, and the doors opened.
The armory was not large, only a little over thirty square meters.
There were four racks inside, filled with a dazzling array of firearms.
Like greedy cats spotting dried fish, the players rushed into the armory in wild delight and grabbed the weapons they liked.
"I want this one, and this one."
The Warmaster swiftly grabbed a Lasgun, then took two automatic pistols and hung them at his waist.
The other players followed suit, afraid they would not take enough.
"Damn, is that a loyalist plasma gun?"
A player whom the others called Scalp—Night Lord Asks If Your Scalp Is Itchy—raised a plasma gun whose grip gave off a faint blue glow and shouted excitedly.
"M35 Magna Plasma Gun. It's usually used by Cadia assault troops." Ten-Timer took one look and recognized the model of plasma gun in Scalp's hands.
"Damn, you can even recognize that? Impressive." Scalp gave Ten-Timer a thumbs-up.
"I don't really like playing games or collecting miniatures. I prefer researching lore and data, so I'm quite knowledgeable about equipment, ships, and things like that." Ten-Timer sounded a little embarrassed.
"Concussion grenades. Hehehe, give me a few more."
Brother Zhong picked up several grenades and stuffed them into his pockets.
"There are Melta Bombs. Take them, take them." Old Bird copied him beside him.
"Brothers, come help push this big guy out." Little Fatty waved at everyone.
"Damn, that's a Multi-laser Heavy Bolter. Definitely a heavy weapon."
Scalp walked over and found that Little Fatty had discovered a Multi-laser Heavy Bolter equipped with an armored shield, wheels, and a support frame. His eyes immediately widened.
"Holy Sword MK-III Multi-laser, a standard multi-laser design. A Gatling gun from the interstellar age. If this thing is set up on a position, it won't matter how many Mutants come."
Ten-Timer walked up and gently stroked the cold barrel, his tone full of excitement.
"The details in this game are incredible. It even has binary prayers engraved on the barrel."
"Come on, push it out." Little Fatty waved and shouted. "Let those damned Mutants taste the might of the Machine God."
A few players who were on good terms with Little Fatty helped push the Multi-laser Heavy Bolter to the doorway.
This thing was not light. Even without its battery, it still took two players to move it.
The players swept into the armory like raiders.
Some of them had several guns slung over their backs and another three or four pistols at their waists.
Even so, they were not satisfied. They kept grabbing grenades until they were hanging all over their bodies.
"Enough." Qin Yun stopped the players from continuing their scramble.
"These are all the Emperor's property. Take only what you need. You should not waste them."
"These weapons all need to undergo a Purification ritual. I'll purify them once for you. After that, go to the Shrine and spend Faith Points to purify them yourselves."
Upon hearing Qin Yun's words, the players let out a chorus of wails.
But there was nothing they could do. Qin Yun held the power to ban them.
They could only obediently put the extra guns and ammunition back.
Using Purification, Qin Yun helped the players drive the power of Chaos from their weapons.
When the Imperial Glory suffered its accident, the entire ship had been exposed to the Warp.
Naturally, these firearms had not escaped contamination either. All of them had been corrupted.
It was merely a matter of greater or lesser amounts.
After letting the players take their weapons, Qin Yun closed the armory again and changed the password.
This was their first batch of assets.
He needed to use it to entice the players who logged in later.
With guns, the speed at which they cleared out Mutants increased considerably.
During the battles, the players generally reached Level 3 and awakened basic skills such as Firearm Shooting.
The several corridors near the Strategic Command were quickly cleared.
After leading the players in wiping out a group of Mutants, Qin Yun arrived at the Tactical Projection Chamber.
The chamber's metal blast doors stood eight meters tall, imposing and majestic.
A massive relief of the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle covered the doors' surface.
Qin Yun entered the password on the verification panel.
Amid flickering lights and the hum of gears, the heavy metal blast doors slowly opened.
Roar!
A low roar came from within.
By the rotating crimson lights inside the chamber, the players saw a group of hideous Mutants and two Chaos Ogryns clad in heavy armor, carrying heavy shields and power clubs.
"Do you know the difference between an Ogryn in heavy armor and an Astartes?"
Ten-Timer bumped Old Bird's shoulder with his elbow and asked him a question.
Old Bird looked completely baffled. "What's the difference?"
"You got it right. There's no difference."
"That joke is so hilarious. Not funny at all."
The Chaos Ogryns let out deep roars at the players, then charged with thunderous steps.
The Mutants also screamed and surged toward them like a tide.
"Open fire!" Qin Yun shouted, pulling the trigger first.
PS: Look at the Ogryns.
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