The other party's words made Alex fall silent.
He turned to look at Blood Pigeon, who was controlling the Valkyrie.
Blood Pigeon looked a little embarrassed and said weakly, "I'm sorry."
"Forget it." Alex shook his head.
A freshman who had just entered flight academy.
It was already impressive that he could even get the Valkyrie to fly; he couldn't ask for too much.
"Alright, we'll enter through Entrance Y-107 H," Alex agreed to the other party.
The other side quickly responded, "Once you prove your loyalty, I will tell you my identity and position."
[Data transfer request detected. Do you accept?]
A prompt appeared on the Valkyrie's screen.
After a moment of hesitation, Alex chose to accept.
A holographic map displaying the structure of Lykard Orbital Space Station appeared on the Valkyrie's tactical projector.
Entrance Y-107 H was highlighted on it.
"Go here." Alex pointed to Entrance Y-107 H on the holographic map.
"Understood." Blood Pigeon maneuvered the Valkyrie to change course.
Under the other party's guidance, the Valkyrie successfully entered Lykard Orbital Space Station through Entrance Y-107 H.
Accompanied by the roar of the engine thrusters, the Valkyrie slowly descended onto an empty landing pad.
After the hatch opened, the fully armed Players, led by Alex, stepped out.
They held their guns, ready to encounter enemies at any moment.
The situation near the landing pad was terrible.
Traces of battle were everywhere.
Many pipes were burning or sputtering with electrical sparks.
Lumen lights that were still working flickered due to unstable power supply.
Some bodies dressed in Imperial uniforms were hung by chains from the high ceiling or metal pillars.
The dead had their eyes gouged out and their skin peeled off, a truly tragic sight.
All places that should have had the Aquila emblem were destroyed and then smeared with blood, covered with an eight-pointed star pattern.
"So many dead people," Zigman said, looking at the distant bodies and shaking his head.
Little Fatty shrugged: "Living in a world like this, just thinking about it feels oppressive."
"Warhammer's daily routine," Bald Donkey shrugged, "The official game is quite faithful in this regard."
Alex held a bolter in one hand and a Power Sword in the other, surveying his surroundings, wary of any potential enemies.
At this moment, that voice sounded again.
"The time has come to prove your loyalty. Those traitors have noses as keen as dogs; they've already caught your scent. If you don't want to die, prepare for battle."
[Data transfer request detected. Do you agree to allow the Cogitator installed in the armor to receive it?]
"Agree."
As data poured in, Alex heard the hum of the Power Armor's built-in Cogitator operating.
Pulse lasers gleamed at the edge of his helmet's visor, projecting a holographic map panel.
It displayed their current location and the layout of the surrounding area.
There were also hundreds of red dots on the map moving rapidly towards their position.
Realizing that the red dots were enemies, Alex immediately shouted at the Players.
"Prepare for battle, enemies are coming."
As soon as Alex shouted, the Players quickly found cover and hid, preparing for engagement.
Soon, the enemies appeared in their sight.
There were probably over a hundred of them, advancing chaotically without any discernible tactics.
Their hair was multicolored, and their bodies were etched with chaotic symbols.
Their weapons were varied; some carried laser guns, others maces.
There were also a few chariots adorned with steel spikes, with heavy machine guns mounted on their roofs.
When these Cultists got close enough, Alex suddenly lunged out from his hiding spot.
He pulled the trigger of his bolter while shouting, "Open fire, eliminate them!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several Cultists were shot dead on the spot.
Their bodies exploded, and their bloody remains scattered across the ground.
The other Players emerged from cover, aiming their guns and firing at the Cultists.
"Feel the fear, traitors!"
Little Fatty and two Players set up a multi-barreled laser heavy machine gun and unleashed a furious barrage into the enemy crowd.
In just a few seconds, the Cultists fell in swathes like harvested wheat.
Boom!
One of the chariots was hit in its fuel tank and exploded.
The Cultists were stunned, unable to think of fighting back, and immediately turned to flee.
Walker, the Cultist leader, watched his subordinates scatter in terror, then picked up his lumber gun and shot the fastest fleeing one.
He then aimed his gun at the remaining guys.
"No one is allowed to run! All of you, pick up your guns and fight back!"
Under Walker's coercion, the Cultists barely managed to halt their rout.
The lumber gun was heavy and had a large recoil, usually used with a tripod or mounted on a vehicle.
Due to modifications, Walker could easily lift it and ignore the massive recoil.
He carried the lumber gun in one hand and a belt of ammunition in the other, sweeping fire towards the Players.
Da! Da! Da!
Intense gunfire erupted, suppressing the Players and giving the Cultists a chance to catch their breath and organize a counterattack.
"Smoking bomb!"
Bald Donkey shouted, throwing a smoke grenade to block Walker's vision.
Immediately after, he shouted a few more times.
"Fire in the hole!"
Boom! Boom!
Several explosions, and the Cultists hiding behind cover were blown to pieces, blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Alex looked at Bald Donkey, who was constantly throwing grenades and always precisely landing them near enemies, with some surprise.
This guy's throwing skill level had to be at least Mastered.
"Hold steady, there aren't many of them."
Walker shouted while firing, trying to prevent his ragtag subordinates from fleeing.
Alex narrowed his eyes, deciding to take out that guy first.
He turned to look at Bald Donkey.
"Throw smoke for me, block their vision."
"Understood." Bald Donkey nodded, took out a smoke grenade, and threw it.
"Smoking bomb!"
"Smoking bomb!"
The smoke grenades spun, spewing white smoke that obscured the Cultists' vision.
Alex leaped from behind cover, holding his activated Power Sword, and charged towards the target.
Bullets fired by the Cultists only sparked off his armor, failing to cause any damage.
However, the bolter rounds he fired caused the bodies of the hit Cultists to explode.
In a short moment, seven or eight Cultists died miserably.
Their shattered remains were scattered across the ground, like a Shura field.
In just two breaths, Alex charged in front of the Cultist leader and swung his sword down.
Walker instinctively raised his lumber gun to block.
The next second, the gun barrel was split open by the Power Sword, the cut glowing hot.
Walker was cut in half by the Power Sword, dying instantly.
At this moment, the smoke just cleared.
Those Cultists, seeing their leader dead and the enemy so strong, turned and ran in fear.
"It seems your combat power is very strong."
As soon as the battle ended, that mysterious voice came from the communicator again.
"Now can you tell me your name and position?" Alex asked.
"No rush. Since you've already defeated those Cultists, why not go to the relay station along the way and restore power to this area?"
[Data transfer request detected. Do you agree to allow the Cogitator installed in the armor to receive it?]
"Agree."
After receiving the data, Alex left two Players to take the injured Players back to the Valkyrie first.
He then led the other Players to the relay station to restore power to the area.
Along the way, they encountered some Cultists and Plague Zombies.
Alex and his group easily eliminated these enemies.
Afterward, they restarted the relay station.
As power was restored, the flickering lumen lights became stable again.
Automatic sentry turrets restarted.
Many traitors were shot dead by the automatic turrets and sentinel autocannons.
When Alex and the others walked out, Cultists and Zombies could be seen lying in pools of blood everywhere.
Fortunately, they were not considered hostile targets and had an unobstructed path.
Finally, they arrived in front of a grand data control hall.
Accompanied by the rapid rotation of alarm lights, the heavy hatch opened.
Two massive War Servitors and Skitarii soldiers armed with laser guns appeared before the Players.
A woman in a red robe, with a metallic face and her lower body replaced by a tracked chassis, stepped past the Servitors and Skitarii to approach Alex and his group.
"Praise the omnissiah. I never thought there would be reinforcements coming here."
"My name is Oz Tina. I am a Mechanical Priest responsible for maintaining Lykard Space Station."
"I apologize for guiding you here in such a manner, but I had no choice. If you were on the side of the traitors, revealing my position rashly would lead to a fate no better than those peeled fools."
"I can understand your caution," Alex said, "It seems we have gained your approval."
"Your loyalty to the omnissiah has been verified." Oz Tina nodded, "Please allow me to express my gratitude to you once again."
"Holy crap, a female oil-head!"
"A new NPC character??"
"Oh my god, we're finally in contact with other factions! The Adeptus Mechanicus is here, can the Astartes be far behind? Can the Knights be far behind?"
"I also want to wear a red robe and be an oil-head! Praise the omnissiah!"
"Don't dream, with your brain, you can only sit at the same table as the two idiots next to you."
"..."
The Players were all cheering excitedly.
After so much effort, they finally unlocked a new map.