Qin Yun strode at the front of the group, holding a bolt pistol in one hand and gripping a power sword tightly in the other.
The roar of bolts echoed as mutant bodies exploded in response.
Chunks of flesh and blood splattered in all directions, staining the bulkheads.
The power sword hummed, its disruption field, tearing through the air.
Grotesque, corrupted bodies were sliced apart like butter.
The players followed closely behind Qin Yun, mopping up the remaining enemies.
The mutants along the way were slaughtered before they could even react.
Players who were a bit slow couldn't even get a kill.
"Damn it, you cursed kill-stealers, can't you slow down a bit!!"
Scalpy watched as the mutant in front of him was shot in the head. He turned to look at the perpetrator with an angry expression.
"If you're no good, practice more. If you can't handle losing, don't play."
Old Bird blew on the smoke rising from his gun barrel, posing like a cowboy from the Wild West.
"Damn!" Scalpy gave Old Bird the middle finger. "Let's see who's really no good. It's time to make you remember the fear brought by the CF Gun King."
Whoosh!
A laser shot came, piercing Scalpy's thigh, making him fall to the ground screaming.
"Haha, still the CF Gun... ah."
Before Old Bird could finish his sentence, another laser shot hit him in the shoulder, and he, too, cried out in pain.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Sharp, whistling sounds rose one after another.
Dense ruby beams streaked through the stagnant air.
Leaving scorching marks on the metal walls.
Seeing the situation turning bad, the other players hurriedly took cover behind obstacles.
After observing, they discovered a group of corrupted armed crew members standing on a vaulted bridge in front of the Prayer Chapel.
Their bodies were covered in Chaos sigils, holding lasguns, firing down at the players from their elevated position.
The enemy's firepower was fierce, and they held the high ground, forcing even Qin Yun to temporarily avoid the brunt of their attack.
He hid behind a metal base.
From time to time, he leaned out to shoot the corrupted armed crew members with his bolt pistol.
His aim was precise, basically taking out one enemy per bolt.
"My leg!!"
Little Chubby, trying to flank the enemy, was shot in the right leg while running and hid behind cover, screaming.
"You're injured. Do you want to retreat with the other wounded for treatment first?"
Twisty reached out a hand to help Little Chubby up.
"With just this little injury, how can I leave the front line? What if my kill count falls behind? What if our progress on the new map slows down?"
"Keep charging! Don't worry about me! For the Emperor!"
Without a second's hesitation, Little Chubby directly refused his teammate's suggestion.
The next moment, he staggered to his feet and continued shooting at the distant enemies.
The injured Scalpy and Old Bird, seeing this, also got up.
"For the Emperor!"
"For the Emperor!"
They shouted while firing at the enemy.
Seeing this, Qin Yun silently gave a thumbs-up in his heart.
Just a squad ranking and a new map had these players hooked like eager fish.
'Even when injured, they still wanted to serve the Emperor.'
'This is what loyalty looks like.'
"Feel the wrath of the Warp!"
Ten-times gathered Warp energy in his hands.
Condensing an ethereal shard, like an ice crystal.
He threw it.
Instantly blowing the heads off two armed crew members wearing helmets.
Headless corpses spurted psychic flames and blood from their necks.
"The psychic power gets stronger the more you use it! It can one-shot even those with helmets." Old Bird looked envious.
Ten-times flicked his hair, saying coolly, "Get ready to ride my coattails. The strongest spellcaster in the Warhammer universe is about to be born."
"Kicking Tzeentch, there's no one like me in all of Warhammer."
A moment later, Ten-times was kneeling on the ground, holding his head and screaming from overusing his psychic powers.
"Uh, looks like this coattail isn't very reliable."
Warmaster pulled Ten-times up.
"Your killing is so-so, but you're getting more and more proficient at kneeling."
Ten-times's face turned red, the veins on his forehead bulging, as he argued back.
"How can a psyker's action be called kneeling? This is a reverent posture for resonating with the Warp!"
What followed was a series of phrases like 'the Emperor protects', 'I'll definitely become the strongest psyker in the future', 'punching Ahriman', 'kicking the one-eyed Ogryn', and so on.
This made the other players laugh.
For a moment, the battlefield was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
After a tough fight.
The corrupted armed crew members were eventually picked off one by one by Qin Yun and the players.
Then, they arrived at the Prayer Chapel.
This should have been the most sacred place on the entire warship.
Now, it had become a defiled, terrifying place.
The standing statues of heroes had their heads chopped off and replaced with mutant heads bearing the eight-pointed star Chaos sigil.
The bodies of many priests and sisters were hung on hooks and chains.
Their deaths were extremely miserable, each having suffered inhuman torture before death.
Two priests were impaled on the sacred doors by defiling iron thorns, like a crucifixion.
The original angel reliefs on the doors had been destroyed beyond recognition.
Blood and unidentifiable biological fluids made the ground sticky.
"This Warhammer OL could be played as a horror game!" Zhuge frowned, looking at the chapel's environment.
As soon as he finished speaking, heavy footsteps were heard.
Two giant men, clad in heavy armor, over two meters tall, covered in Chaos markings, emerged from the depths of the chapel.
Their bodies were heavily mutated, covered in bone spurs, ferocious and terrifying.
They carried huge fuel tanks on their backs, their thick arms fused with a flamer.
Upon seeing the players, they let out low growls.
Then the black muzzles of their guns spat out tongues of scorching flame at the players.
Blazing infernos swept forward, forcing the players to scatter and take cover.
"Corrupted Ecclesiarchy Penitents??"
"The fuel tanks on their backs probably contain Promethium. This fire is hard to extinguish. Everyone, be careful. If you get even a little on you, you'll be burned alive."
Ten-times, hiding behind a pillar, shouted to the other players.
The gushing flames were blocked by the pillar, but the intense heat still made his hair curl slightly, emitting a burnt smell.
"Burned alive! The game is so realistic, it lets us get burned to death?" Baldy widened his eyes.
Brother Ballsy fired a few shots, saw the flames coming, and hurriedly ducked back behind cover, saying to Baldy:
"Given the game devs' obsession with realism, at most they'll reduce the pain sensation, so you won't scream as badly."
The Penitents, equipped with flamers, for a time suppressed the players, making it hard for them to move.
Even Qin Yun didn't dare act rashly.
When players got injured, the pain sensation was automatically reduced.
Or once the pain reached a certain level, the connection would be cut, returning them to the real world.
But Qin Yun couldn't do that.
If he got burned, he would have to experience the entire process of being burned to death.
That wasn't a pleasant experience.
While the two Penitents were dealing with the players, intending to turn them into barbecue,
Qin Yun leaned out and shot at one of the Penitents.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
The Penitent's head exploded, its headless body crashing to the ground.
"Fire in the hole!"
Baldy threw a fragmentation grenade at the remaining Penitent.
Boom!
An explosion sent the other one tumbling.
The fuel tank cracked from the impact, spilling the Promethium inside and setting itself on fire, emitting a terrible stench.
After dealing with the two Penitents, there were no more enemies.
Qin Yun stepped into the magnificent Prayer Chapel and lit the brazier before the Emperor's statue.
He could feel sacred power instantly filling the Prayer Chapel.
With this, control of the entire bridge had been reclaimed.
Qin Yun distributed the Contribution Points for the completed task, then assigned the players tasks like collecting loot and cleaning the various cabins.
Because they could earn Contribution Points, the players' enthusiasm was high.
But some players, having work during the day, chose to log out.
The logging-out players, after paying respects before the Emperor's statue, turned into light and vanished into the shrine.
After assigning tasks to the remaining players, Qin Yun checked his own gains.