He stepped into the Dora Workshop factory.
The roar and heat assailed him.
Crude mechanical arms exposed hydraulic pipes and control cables.
They performed welding on the conveyor belt and sprayed anti-rust paint on the surface of the exoskeletons.
At the end of the conveyor belt, sets of shiny new exoskeleton armor were displayed.
Several Players from Dora Workshop transformed the factory, setting up an industrial assembly line.
They worked day and night, desperately rushing production.
The exoskeleton armor produced was not only sold to Players but also supplied to Imperial soldiers.
At this stage, the demand was huge.
Seeing Alex walk in, the Players guarding the assembly line immediately panicked and hurried to salute.
"Guide, sir."
"Guide, sir."
"Who is your person in charge?" Alex asked.
"Dora," Gray Wolf (The Big Bad Wolf Playing with Little Red Riding Hood) replied weakly.
"Where is he?"
"In the studio, researching new exoskeleton models."
"Take me there."
Alex's words carried an unquestionable tone.
Gray Wolf dared not disobey and led Alex to the studio.
The other Players looked at each other, their faces filled with unease.
"Do you think we'll be punished and have our accounts banned?"
"It won't come to that, will it?"
"Hard to say, we might have violated the Adeptus Mechanicus's prohibitions."
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"It's over, I was still thinking of earning some extra cash, this time I've lost big."
"Guide, sir."
Dora, upon learning that the Guide had arrived, ran out of the studio to greet him.
"You're very busy," Alex said, looking at Dora, who was wearing a gray work uniform.
Dora shook his head repeatedly, "No, Guide, sir, I'm just making things I like."
"Making things you like?"
Alex raised his voice, making Dora's heart tremble as well.
"Then continue making them, make them bigger and stronger, turn them into a first-class military industry."
"You've done an excellent job innovating exoskeleton armor."
"To commend you, I've decided to personally reward each founder of your Dora Workshop 10,000 contribution points."
"Additionally, I will provide Dora Workshop with a 10 million interest-free contribution point loan to expand the production line."
Dora's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
He thought the Guide, sir, had come to question him.
Instead, he received both rewards and an interest-free loan.
"Thank you, Guide, sir, we will certainly continue to work hard and make the workshop bigger and stronger."
"Very good." Alex nodded, "I heard you're researching new exoskeleton armor, how's the progress?"
"It's mostly complete and will soon be put into production."
Dora led Alex into the studio and introduced him to the results of the past few days.
"This is the newly researched Tomorrow II Type exoskeleton armor."
"The II Type, based on the original I Type, has added composite curved armor plates, enhancing overall defense through modular connections."
"The II Type also features the latest Cogitator combat system and is equipped with a data helmet displaying a HUD panel."
"It allows the user to better understand the battlefield situation, and the load capacity has also increased to 800 kilograms."
"In terms of the motion assistance system, it has optimized behavior pattern sensing and the dynamic response of servo motors."
"The laser heavy machine gun on the exoskeleton's shoulder synchronizes with the aiming reticle displayed on the Player's helmet."
"As long as the trigger is pulled, the targeted enemy can be instantly shattered."
"Very good." Alex nodded with satisfaction, "Your ideas are excellent, is the manufacturing cost high?"
"All the materials used are from the space station warehouse, so there's no cost, it's all profit."
Dora was a bit embarrassed.
Alex didn't mind and continued to inquire about the manufacturing cost.
"If we had a complete industrial system, based on current technological productivity, the manufacturing cost of the Tomorrow I Type would be around 35,000, and the Tomorrow II Type around 55,000."
"If the scale expands, the price can be further reduced."
Dora's answer greatly satisfied Alex.
Such a low cost was exactly what he wanted.
Operating a massive army was just around the corner.
"How many can be produced per day currently?"
"The workshop can currently only produce the Tomorrow I Type, at fifteen sets per day."
"Speed up production, we're about to go into ground combat," Alex said. "Exoskeleton armor can effectively reduce casualties."
"I allow you to recruit NPCs and will also grant you secondary authority to issue quests to other Players, but you'll need to provide the quest rewards yourself."
"I only have two requirements: first, increase production, and second, produce more new equipment."
Upon hearing this, Dora straightened his back and shouted with high morale, "I will definitely complete the mission!"
Very good.
Alex nodded with satisfaction, then turned and left.
Soon after, an announcement appeared on the Imperial Glory and Lykard Space Station.
"Dora is the Lord of Myriad Machines, The Big Bad Wolf Playing with Little Red Riding Hood, and other Players receive the Industrial Creativity Award, each rewarded with 10,000 contribution points, and an interest-free loan of 10 million contribution points will be provided to assist Dora Workshop in expansion."
The Players who saw the announcement instantly erupted.
"Holy crap! Dora that guy got commended!"
"Industrialists and farmers are seeing good news."
"Good heavens, openly stealing the Adeptus Mechanicus's rice bowl."
"I always feel like this game's style will eventually lean towards Paradox Interactive."
"No need to feel, it will be 100%, you are all potential war criminals."
"I want to open a factory too, go back to my old profession."
"What does this brother do in Holy Terra (Earth/Reality)?"
"Researches intelligent adult dolls."
"Damn it, you Slaanesh follower, let's exchange contact info later, I want to represent the Inquisition and severely condemn you."
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Tenjiro looked at the announcement, lost in thought.
Had he thought wrong before?
Hidden gameplay wasn't just activated by NPCs; you could also discover it yourself.
Damn it!
He also wanted to use his special skills.
To promote the financial development of the Warhammer 40k universe.
To let those foolish Warp entities experience the terror of capital.
Striving for a day when the Despoiler Abaddon would also have to submit a proposal and take out a loan for his expeditions.
Holy Terra (Earth/Reality).
Warhammer Corporate Slave Chat Group.
Zorion routinely shared new strategies.
"The Imperial Glory has been pulled into port for repairs, most areas of Lykard Space Station have been reclaimed, and we'll be going into ground combat soon."
"Players who like combat games are in luck; the entire planet is your battlefield."
"Dora Workshop received commendation and an interest-free loan to expand its production scale."
"This wave is beneficial for industrial and farming Players; building ringworlds and colossi is no longer a dream."
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After sharing, Zorion lifted the group mute.
Within seconds, the group members' messages were 99+.
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Why, why treat me like this. GIF (snowflakes fluttering, north wind howling)"
I Don't Want to Be a Stinky Can: "Old Thirteen, what's wrong?"
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "I didn't even get a reservation slot, emoji (crying)"
Pigtail is a Symbol of the Strong: "No way, how many people are in the group? Over a hundred slots in total, and you didn't get one?"
Guilliman is the Only Sun: emoji (sad, crying loudly)
Corporate Slave Captured by the Emperor: "@Guilliman is the Only Sun, emoji (patting head), don't be sad. Tomorrow there will be two hundred game slots, fifty are special invitation slots, and the rest are for regular Players, so don't worry about not getting one."
Midnight Lord Asks if Your Scalp Itches: "One hundred and fifty slots, and there are only a little over three hundred members in the group, so everyone should be able to get one."
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Emoji (excited), it seems the great Regent is finally returning. Prepare to welcome me."
Lykard Space Station.
Alex was checking the group chat messages on a control console.
Suddenly, more than twenty notifications for joining the Warhammer Corporate Slave group popped up on the chat interface.
Just as he was about to tap to see what was going on, he heard a voice from behind.
"Guide, we are ready to depart at any time."
He turned his head to see Blood Pigeon saluting him.
Alex nodded and closed the projection interface.
"If you're ready, then let's go to the surface of Planet Atoma."
After reclaiming most of the Lykard Space Station, and arranging for the expansion of Dora Workshop and the repair of the Imperial Glory.
Alex planned to go to the surface to see the battle situation.
He also arranged for a few Players and a unit to act as representatives below, responsible for communicating with the Valanxius Family.
Upon reaching the boarding area, Little Fatty, Warmaster, Bald Donkey, and other combat-proficient Players had been waiting for a long time.
In addition, there were more than a dozen Imperial soldiers.
Both the Players and the soldiers were wearing Tomorrow I Type or Tomorrow II Type exoskeleton armor, looking very imposing.
"Depart." With a wave of Alex's hand, the Players and soldiers boarded the aircraft in order.
Three Valkyrie roared out of the space station and entered Planet Atoma's atmosphere.
The outer district of Tirien Hive City had fallen.
The Valkyrie carrying Alex and his group was attacked as soon as it entered the low-altitude area.
Dense laser fire, missiles, and bolter rounds were fired into the sky, intending to shoot down the Valkyrie they were on.
At the same time, five rebel fighters took off to intercept them.
A fierce battle erupted between the two sides in the air.
The Player piloting the Valkyrie, due to lack of experience, repeatedly found himself in trouble.
Fortunately, the performance of the rebel fighters was far inferior to that of the Valkyrie.
Loud alarm bells echoed in the Valkyrie's cockpit.
Blood Pigeon's nerves were taut as he maneuvered the Valkyrie to evade enemy attacks and the rebel fighters' pursuit.
"Missiles incoming, they've locked onto us."
Milky Dragon, in the co-pilot's seat, shouted.
"An enemy aircraft is rapidly approaching from the front, and its augur has locked onto us."
"Wolves in front, tigers behind. We have to take a risk."
Blood Pigeon steeled his heart, accelerated, and charged towards the rebel fighter.
When he was about to get close, he suddenly pulled the control stick.
The machine spirit wailed, and the Valkyrie sharply pitched up, climbing at a ninety-degree angle.
The pursuing missiles couldn't change their trajectory in time and whistled as they crashed into the oncoming rebel fighter.
Boom!
The rebel fighter attempting to intercept exploded in mid-air, with countless burning fragments falling.
After climbing, Blood Pigeon used the height advantage to lock onto another rebel fighter.
Missiles mounted on the Valkyrie's wings flew out, trailing exhaust plumes.
With a loud explosion.
The locked-on rebel fighter exploded into a fireball.
"Awesome, double kill! Holy cow, you have the potential to be an ace pilot!" Milky Dragon shouted excitedly.
"It's nothing, nothing at all."
A look of pride appeared on Blood Pigeon's face, but he still maintained modesty.
As they approached the inner district of Tirien Hive City, the anti-aircraft guns on the high walls locked onto the rebel fighters and opened fire.
After losing another fighter, the remaining two rebel fighters chose to retreat.
Alex and his group successfully arrived at the Tirien Hive City's landing pad.
Von Valanxius of the planet.
Bishop Hyderak of the Ecclesiarchy.
Koro Sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
And many nobles had been waiting for a long time.
As soon as Alex and his group exited the cabin, they rushed over to greet them.
"Welcome, Guide." Von performed the aquila salute to Alex, and the others followed suit.
Alex looked at the Governor, whose face was pale green from the plague.
He then consecutively cast the skills [Blessing], [Purification], and [Light of the Emperor].
"May the Light of the God-Emperor shine upon you."
As his voice fell, golden radiance emerged, causing all signs of the plague on Von to dissipate, restoring him to health.
This scene astonished everyone present.
"Is it a miracle?"
"It is the power of the great God-Emperor."
"It's a Living Saint! The God-Emperor has sent His messenger!" Bishop Hyderak shouted to the crowd, "Our suffering is over!"
"I must pour some cold water on you all. This fellow might not be a Saint at all, but a Heretic intending to deceive us."
Koro Sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus stepped forward, pointing his cog-toothed staff at the Players and soldiers behind Alex.
"Because the exoskeleton armor they wear is a blasphemy against the great omnissiah."
"Such Heretics should be executed immediately."