Just Playing for Keeps-Who's Afraid of Whom?

Ogryns were a subspecies of humanity that lived on high-gravity planets.

They were brutish giants with brawny builds, standing over three meters tall.

Their physiques were incredibly tough, capable of withstanding enough firepower to wipe out an entire squad.

"If you don't want to be beaten into pulp, don't casually provoke an Ogryn."

This was a warning specially highlighted in the handbook the Departmento Munitorum issued to every Astra Militarum soldier.

After being blessed by Chaos, their combat power grew exponentially, making them comparable to humanoid Titans.

"Die, heretics! In the Emperor's name, I grant you destruction!"

Little Fatty pulled the trigger of the Multi-laser Heavy Bolter and sprayed fire wildly at the charging enemies.

Dense laser fire poured forth like a raging storm.

The Mutants were harvested in swathes like stalks of wheat.

Within just a few breaths, they had all become shattered, charred chunks of flesh reeking of burnt meat.

Only the two Chaos Ogryns remained unaffected.

They wore heavy armor and carried power clubs and enormous shields.

When they charged, they rumbled like tanks rolling forward.

Lasers and bullets striking them were no more than a scratch.

The Chaos Ogryns trampled across the shattered, blackened limbs of the Mutants as they charged forward.

With sheer brute force, they sent Little Fatty and the Multi-laser Heavy Bolter flying together.

Bang!

Little Fatty slammed hard into the wall.

The pain shooting through his body twisted his features into a knot.

Before he could recover, a whistling sound rang out.

Looking up, he saw a Chaos Ogryn raising its power club and smashing it toward his head.

Then everything went black.

"That was way too gruesome!!"

"Damn, he got turned into pulp!!"

"Are Chaos Ogryns really this terrifying?"

"Didn't they say Ogryns were brainless?? Why do these two seem pretty smart? They even knew to take out our heavy firepower first."

The players stared at the Chaos Ogryns, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

With a single charge, the two hulking creatures had sent their heavy firepower flying.

They had even smashed Little Fatty into pulp with one blow.

"May the Emperor protect you. Do not be afraid. Keep firing."

Qin Yun was also startled by the terrifying strength of the Chaos Ogryns.

He hurriedly activated the skills Prayer and Fanaticism, buffing the players.

It gave them the courage to continue fighting the Chaos Ogryns.

"Demons and monsters, begone! Demons and monsters, begone!"

While firing, Qin Yun activated the skill Emperor's Light.

He drove away the Warp Blessing on the Chaos Ogryns and suppressed their strength.

Even so, the players were still no match for the Chaos Ogryns.

Whenever the Chaos Ogryns charged, they were like tanks, rampaging without restraint.

If the players were even slightly careless and failed to dodge in time, they would be sent flying.

At best, they broke a few ribs. At worst, their bones and tendons shattered, leaving them completely unable to move.

Those Mutants were also incredibly troublesome.

Whenever they saw a player with impaired mobility, they would swarm over and tear out their hearts and guts.

Before long, some players were dead, others injured, and their numbers had been severely reduced.

"My leg! My leg is broken!" Wrist Bro cried miserably as he crawled across the ground.

When the Chaos Ogryn charged over, he had failed to dodge in time, fallen to the ground, and had his leg crushed beneath its foot.

Wrist Bro had wanted to crawl somewhere safe, but the Mutants kept rushing toward him.

With nowhere to run, he could only lean against the wall and fire his Lasgun at the Mutants.

After killing several in succession, he was swallowed up by the surging Mutants.

On the brink of death, he felt the fragmentation grenade hanging at his waist.

"For the Emperor!!"

Boom!

The grenade exploded.

More than a dozen Mutants were instantly blasted away, their shattered flesh scattering across the floor.

"Damn it, Brother Machine Spirit, hurry up and charge already."

Scalp fired into the approaching Mutants.

From time to time, he lowered his head to check the charging muzzle of his plasma gun, his face full of anxiety.

With a pleasant click, the plasma gun's barrel emitted a rich blue glow, indicating that its plasma charge was complete.

"It's finally ready."

Scalp beamed with delight. He stopped firing and raised the plasma gun.

He aimed its muzzle at one of the Chaos Ogryns.

He was ready to let it taste the power of plasma.

But in the next second—

The other Chaos Ogryn charged at him.

Its massive, tank-like body slammed into him, sending him flying into the wall.

The fully charged plasma gun was also flung away, landing in the distance.

"Damn it!"

Scalp's mind went blank with shock.

Just as he tried to crawl over and retrieve the plasma gun, he heard a whistling sound.

Turning his head, he saw a thick, huge, black power club descending toward his skull.

"I'm screwed."

Scalp's eyes widened as one final thought surfaced in his mind.

A sound like a watermelon bursting rang out.

Then everything went black.

Qin Yun killed a Mutant with his entrenching shovel, then slid forward, grabbed the plasma gun, and pulled the trigger at a Chaos Ogryn.

A massive sphere of light crackling with blue arcs shot from the muzzle, tore through the air, and struck the targeted Chaos Ogryn.

Its upper body was instantly vaporized.

Only its thick legs remained standing in place, emitting scorching heat with the stench of burnt flesh.

The protective plates of the chamber popped open, hissing as hot vapor poured out.

"Looks like it still wasn't loyal enough."

Looking at the overheated plasma gun, Qin Yun tossed it aside and swung his entrenching shovel, knocking over a charging Mutant.

"Someone help me!" the Warmaster shouted in terror.

He was surrounded by a group of Mutants.

They were too close for him to fire. He could only smash them with the butt of his gun.

But there were too many enemies. Every time he knocked one down, two more took its place.

Before long, the Mutants overwhelmed him through sheer numbers.

He was about to be torn apart.

Ten-Timer activated Warp Siphon, absorbing energy before converting it into a shockwave that sent all the Mutants around the Warmaster flying.

But in the next second, a Mutant behind Ten-Timer ambushed him.

Sharp claws pierced his chest, killing him on the spot.

"Damn it! I'll fight you to the death!"

The sight of Ten-Timer's miserable death made the Warmaster's eyes turn red.

The hyper-realistic game environment had already stretched his nerves taut as a bowstring.

And now, he had watched a comrade die saving him.

He had completely forgotten that he was a player. He could only keep pulling the trigger, shooting down the Mutants.

Qin Yun fired at the last remaining Chaos Ogryn while swinging his entrenching shovel at the Mutants closing in around him.

He was too occupied to help the other players.

"Damn it, everyone dies eventually. If we're risking our lives, then we're risking our lives. Who's afraid of whom?"

Old Bird had somehow strapped a ring of Melta Bombs around himself and clutched a detonator in his hand.

He pressed the detonator and charged at the Chaos Ogryn.

"For the Emperor."

Boom! Boom!

Dull explosions rang out.

The terrifying blast wave sent the nearby Mutants and players flying.

The frenzied Warmaster slammed into a wall, the pain making him bare his teeth as he regained some clarity.

Qin Yun dropped flat, avoiding the shockwave from the explosion.

Under Old Bird's suicide attack, the Chaos Ogryn was blown into fragments.

Without the Chaos Ogryns, the remaining Mutants were much easier to deal with.

Qin Yun led the remaining players and killed them one by one.

After blocking the other entrances to the Tactical Projection Chamber and confirming that no Mutants could get in, Qin Yun told the players to rest.

This battle had been too brutal.

Of the original fifteen players, only five remained.

And every one of them was injured.

"You all did very well. Rest for a while first. Injured players can use medkits to treat yourselves."

After saying that, Qin Yun went to activate the Tactical Projection Chamber's control console.

Amid mechanical humming and flickering light, the projection device activated.

Dancing beams of light outlined the overall structure of the Imperial Glory and their current location.

Somewhere in a villa district in the real world.

Qian Donglai panted heavily and suddenly sat up in bed.

Everything before his eyes was pitch-black.

A line of golden text appeared in the darkness.

5 hours remain before you can log into the game. Please wait patiently.

Insufficient Faith Points. Unable to accelerate resurrection progress.

Qian Donglai reached up and removed his helmet, and soft light filled his vision.

"This game is way too damn realistic!!"

After pouring himself a glass of milk from the refrigerator and calming his excitement,

Qian Donglai walked into the study and sat before his computer, only to find the Warhammer Toilers Group icon flashing continuously.

Group messages were increasing rapidly. Before long, they had reached 99+.

P.S.: Clever Orks

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