"How could such an intelligent Ogryn appear among the Emperor's servants?"
Kairos's four eyes all showed shock and surprise.
Even more critically, the other party also possessed psychic powers.
Kairos even suspected that Magnus had faded.
After multiple confirmations, he had to admit one thing: this was an Ogryn, not a faded Magnus.
"It seems Magnus's position is not secure; my Lord will surely prefer this Ogryn."
"By the way, how did this Ogryn mutate?"
Kairos pondered this question with his two heads.
It's known that making an Ogryn count to eight is every Tzeentch Greater Daemon's dream.
Unfortunately, so far, no one has ever achieved it.
Kairos urgently wanted to know what mutation this Ogryn had undergone to possess such wisdom.
Kairos casually checked the Ogryn's fate, only to find it was a void, nothing at all, just like other Emperor's servants.
"It seems I still need to find other methods."
Kairos thought of Ahriman, discovering that he had already transformed into Hargren and infiltrated Syntilla.
Subsequently, Kairos followed Ahriman's lifelines and saw Drukhari / Dark Aeldari and Necrons.
They came for Ahriman, vowing to make him pay for his actions.
Kairos suddenly had a good idea: to ignite a multi-racial free-for-all in the Calixis Sector.
This way, the Emperor's servants would be stretched thin.
He could then take the opportunity to investigate the intelligent Ogryn's situation.
However, the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari and Necrons merely chasing Ahriman were not enough to throw the Calixis Sector into chaos; more forces needed to intervene.
Kairos patiently searched for his tools near the Calixis Sector.
Not long after, he found a Hive Fleet lurking on the outskirts of the Calixis Sector, as well as Orks active in the Koronus Expanse.
With these xenos races, plus the rebels, even if that Emperor's servant had extraordinary means, he would be troubled for quite some time.
Kairos rubbed one of his heads with his claws, contemplating how to weave fate to make these chosen targets go to the Calixis Sector and ignite a multi-racial free-for-all.
...
A group of Players arrived at Syntilla along with a cargo ship transporting reconstruction materials.
Newbie Player Sea Turtle was also among this group of Players.
The Emperor Niuma Battle Group had purchased a battleship and needed Players with ship experience to operate it.
The Battle Group could recruit NPCs, but they had to pay wages, and the higher the rank, the higher the wages.
Furthermore, if an accident befell an NPC, the Battle Group would be investigated, because NPCs are unique and do not respawn.
If NPCs were intentionally sent to their deaths, the Battle Group would likely be penalized.
Recruiting Players, however, was different.
First: costs could be transferred; Players had to bear the expenses of rank promotion themselves.
Second: wages could be saved. Everyone was a Player; if a mission was completed and money was earned, everyone shared it.
If not, everyone just opened their mouths, faced northwest, and drank some northwest wind.
Third: Players could die. Any dangerous mission could be undertaken.
Dying was not painful; they could just try again.
There was no need to worry about being audited.
...
The cargo ship landed at the port's loading and unloading area.
Sea Turtle and other Players disembarked with numerous NPCs, stepping onto Syntilla's voidport.
Syntilla's voidport was even larger than Atoma's Lykard Space Station.
Ships moved in and out, a magnificent sight.
The port was bustling and noisy.
Trains transporting cargo, workers operating engineering mechs, merchants selling goods, and drones and servo-skulls circling back and forth, as well as Imperial soldiers in exoskeleton armor patrolling in formation.
"Is this a 100% Holy Terra (Earth/Reality) virtual game? Only aliens could make a game like this, right?"
Sea Turtle muttered to himself.
"Are there any from the Emperor Niuma Battle Group and Dora Workshop? Over here, over here."
The Warmaster and Sea Turtle, wearing cloaks of loyalty, had been waiting at the exit early, shouting towards the crowd.
Sea Turtle and the other Players walked over, and after confirming their identities, they were taken to the Exemplar Saint Fist, which was also undergoing repairs at the port.
......
"Holy crap!"
Looking at the majestic battleship, Sea Turtle's eyes widened.
This thing was just too big!
The cruiser he commanded in the Holy Terra (Earth/Reality) world was called a 'mobile dock' by many netizens.
But now, in front of him was a mobile giant city.
It was over a dozen kilometers long and several kilometers high.
Humans standing next to it were as tiny as insects.
Its majestic gun barrels were larger than the cruiser he commanded.
"In the future, I must build one a hundred times larger than this."
MC Myth, standing nearby, looked at the magnificent giant ship, clenched his fists, and spoke with determination.
He was not from the Emperor Niuma Battle Group but was sent by Dora Workshop.
The Warmaster and others planned to modify the internal space of the Exemplar Saint Fist.
Many cluttered decorations and rituals were meaningless to Players.
It would be better to dismantle them and install more guns, so they contacted Dora Workshop.
After all, for some things, if they went to the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Tech-priests wouldn't help.
Upon learning of their needs, Dora sent MC Myth to conduct an on-site inspection to figure out a modification plan.
Sea Turtle listened, stunned.
A hundred times larger than a battleship, what kind of giant beast would that be?!
A mobile continent?
Just thinking about it felt insane.
"Let's go, inside."
The Warmaster called the new Players to enter the Exemplar Saint Fist battleship.
MC Myth and other Players from Dora Workshop were entertained separately.
Sea Turtle and the others were led by the Warmaster to the Bridge to learn how to operate the battleship.
The Bridge was divided into six levels, with a height difference of over ten meters between the lowest hall and the highest command platform.
Various mechanical control panels ticked and hummed, screens glowed, and holographic projections floated.
"It's so exaggerated, just like the real thing." A newbie exclaimed.
Sea Turtle strongly agreed with this statement.
It truly was like the real thing, simply breathtaking.
Sea Turtle didn't know much about Warhammer.
Booking this game was just to complete a task from above.
No one expected that he would be chosen.
He had originally thought about applying to give up, but his superior strongly urged him to enter the game.
He had no choice but to enter the game.
He had thought it would be a meaningless task that would only waste time.
Who would have thought that this game would truly be as real as the rumors said?
Looking at the control panel he was responsible for, Sea Turtle even suspected that this battleship was real.
If it were replicated one-to-one, it might truly be able to operate in the Holy Terra (Earth/Reality) universe.
"Alright, brothers, you all have naval experience in the Holy Terra (Earth/Reality) world, so the difficulty of getting started with void warships is lower for you than for others."
"Now, you will learn how to operate this battleship with the instructor next to me."
"Once you have mastered the driving skills, we will help you obtain the corresponding military ranks, but all the costs for this will need to be borne by yourselves."
"..."
After a detailed introduction, the Warmaster left, leaving the highly paid instructor to teach these newcomers.
The first lesson for these newbies was to familiarize themselves with the names of the various control panels on the Bridge and the tactical commands.
......
Sintilla Hive World.
The war was over, and the survivors were housed in temporary shelters, awaiting the reconstruction of the Hive City.
Alex specifically sought out several Players skilled in design to assist him with the planning and reconstruction.
The original Imperial design style tended to be rigid, heavy, and religious.
It typically used a dark Gothic style, which was solemn and grand overall, but living within it gave people a sense of oppression.
Furthermore, many buildings were templated designs, which resulted in little stylistic difference between worlds, making them appear lifeless and dull.
Alex planned to change his approach, breaking free from the original constraints in all aspects to liberate people's minds and souls.
The construction of the Hive City was one such aspect.
This kind of thinking and style could not be provided by local designers.
Their minds had been confined for too long, only able to make minor modifications to existing structures, unable to achieve a complete overhaul and reconstruction.
Players, however, were unconstrained, with boundless imagination.
Letting them do the design would free them from the shackles of old ideas.
Alex gave the Players involved in the design some simple requirements, such as needing to be full of sci-fi elements and embodying the indomitable spirit and beauty of life.
At the same time, it was best to also consider industrial production, daily life, and so on.
The Players were very capable, quickly producing relevant design blueprints.
Once the plan was finalized, reconstruction work quickly began.
Rows of landing cargo ships descended from the sky, bringing workers and machinery.
Flocks of chanters flew over the bare land, singing hymns.
Ecclesiarchy priests riding floating altars cried out, bestowing Purification blessings upon the land.
Giant pulverizers rumbled over the ruins, demolishing all the dilapidated buildings.
The colossal mechanical beasts behind them swallowed the crushed debris, and after a rumbling sound, transformed them back into cement and steel.
The reconstruction speed was rapid, and magnificent buildings rose from the ground one after another.
They were equally grand and spectacular, yet they swept away the past's dullness and oppression.
There were also green spaces and parks as embellishments between different areas, showcasing a completely different appearance.
Alex strived to make the Imperial cesspit less terrible, slowly changing the Empire from some detailed aspects.
Tenjiro also participated in the reconstruction.
His task was to lead the team in suppressing gang activities, cracking down on crime, and striking hard at Heretic.
After another operation, the gang controlling several districts was uprooted, and over fifty gang members were killed.
"You will be cursed by the gods."
The gang leader gnashed his teeth, looking at Tenjiro, and uttered a malicious curse.
His family, gang, and territory had vanished overnight.
All of this was thanks to the man in front of him.
"Still daring to curse me? Give him a lesson."
Tenjiro waved his hand, and several soldiers rushed up, punching and kicking the gang leader.
They only stopped when the other party begged for mercy.
"I still like your untamed look."
Tenjiro patted the fool's face before having him dragged away.
"Another mission completed. Let's see what the next mission is."
Tenjiro opened the database, wanting to see what the next mission was.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ear.
"How can you waste your extraordinary talent here??"
Tenjiro was startled. After looking around, he locked onto a man dressed as a merchant.
The man was smiling at him, which was inexplicably creepy.
"Who are you?" Tenjiro stared at the man, asking in his mind as well.
"Ahriman, your blood brother."
The voice sounded again, making Tenjiro's eyes widen!!
What??
The number two smarty-pants of the Thousand Sons Legion??