The current situation on Planet Atoma is utterly disastrous!
Only the inner city of Tirien Hive City remains unfallen on the entire planet.
But judging by the current circumstances, it won't last much longer.
The city is ravaged by plague, and many people have fallen ill.
Cultists are active in the shadows.
They are instigating riots among the civilians, who are suffering from a lack of medicine and hunger.
Alex and several high-ranking officials discussed until dinnertime before stopping.
Bald Donkey and Warmaster took the opportunity to rest after dinner.
They quietly informed Alex about the Genestealer in Tirien Hive City.
"So, Tirien Hive City has managed to hold on until now entirely because the Genestealer' fighting will is strong enough?"
Standing on the balcony, overlooking the entire Hive City, Alex was disheveled by the wind.
Genestealer guarding the nation's gates, xenos dying for the country.
It's fun to make memes about such absurdities.
But once it happens in Holy Terra (Earth/Reality), it's really not funny at all.
The situation in Tirien Hive City can no longer be described as bad; it's completely rotten.
"Guide, what should we do now?"
"Should we immediately eradicate those xenos?"
Warmaster looked excited, raising his gun.
"I can't wait to go on a killing spree."
"You brute, stop causing trouble. With so few of us, we're not even enough for them to kill."
Bald Donkey looked disdainful.
"I suggest we feign compliance for now. Once we return to Imperial Glory, we immediately initiate an extermination order and blow the Genestealer and traitors to kingdom come."
Little Fatty nodded, agreeing with Bald Donkey's approach.
"This plan is feasible. I've seen the Imperial Glory's armory before; there's a Whirlwind missile in there."
Alex rubbed his temples.
These Players' methods are more ruthless than the last.
Truly worthy of the name Fourth Catastrophe.
Alex asked, "What about the ordinary people?"
Even with the Genestealer causing trouble, there are still many ordinary people in Tirien Hive City.
Surely, they can't all be wiped out by one Whirlwind missile.
"Guide is right to be concerned. Let's follow my method: immediately issue a mission, calling on everyone to eliminate the xenos."
Warmaster held his gun, striking a powerful pose.
"Let us go on a killing spree."
Alex pondered for a long time, then shook his head.
"At this stage, the interests of the Genestealer align with ours: both want to defend Tirien Hive City."
"Don't act for now. First, be wary of them and try to figure out their scale."
"There's one more thing: I plan to station someone here permanently to be responsible for communication and handling unexpected situations."
"Who among you is willing to stay?"
Little Fatty and Bald Donkey exchanged glances.
Then, they tacitly stepped back.
Leaving Warmaster standing alone at the front.
"In that case, it'll be you." Alex pointed at Warmaster.
"Ah!" Warmaster looked bewildered.
He turned his head and realized that Bald Donkey and Little Fatty had stepped back.
"Damn you two shameless guys!!"
"Sorry, I must continue to slay enemies for the Emperor; I cannot stay here."
Little Fatty clenched his fist and placed it over his chest, making a gesture of offering his heart to the Emperor.
"I don't even need to say it." Bald Donkey shrugged.
Alex placed his hand on the dejected Warmaster's shoulder.
"Alright, from now on, I will appoint you as the Imperial Glory's diplomatic envoy, fully responsible for communication with the surface."
Warmaster's eyes instantly lit up.
He's already gotten a position?
Warmaster rubbed his hands, asking excitedly, "Guide, is this a big official position?"
"According to naval ranks, this position is second only to the Captain."
Little Fatty and Bald Donkey's smiles froze.
No, why didn't he say they could get a position!!
"Shuai Shuai, I really can't bear for you to be on the surface alone. How about I switch with you?"
"Don't mind that old Bald Donkey. Switch with me, brother will introduce you to a girlfriend."
Little Fatty and Bald Donkey fawned over him, leaning in.
Warmaster tilted his head, revealing a smug smile, "I don't want to switch with you scoundrels."
"Alright, stop messing around." Alex said.
"Bald Donkey gets the credit for discovering the Genestealer, rewarded with 50,000 contribution points. Everyone else gets 10,000. Remember not to casually mention this matter to others."
"As for the other God Chosen, I will gather them and explain the pros and cons of this matter."
After a break, another military meeting was held for some time.
After understanding the battlefield situation and the deployment of the defending forces.
Alex then announced that Warmaster would stay as the diplomatic envoy.
He would be responsible for communication and supervising the actions of the ground troops.
Then, under the cover of night, he led the team, boarding Valkyrie fighters, back to Lykard Space Station.
Alex also took more than a dozen experienced naval officers and Mechanical Priests with him.
He had them assist him in controlling the Imperial Glory and, incidentally, teach and Guide the Players.
Lykard Space Station.
As soon as Alex returned, he gathered the Players.
He announced to them the presence of Genestealer in Tirien Hive City.
This news instantly excited the Players.
"Genestealer? Are they making us participate in the Great Evolution so soon?"
"The New Compendium of Materia Medica also mentioned Genestealer: it is warm in nature, fishy in taste, and has the effects of unblocking collaterals and relieving pain, attacking toxins and dispersing masses, and gene aphrodisiac."
"Aphrodisiac? I haven't read much, don't lie to me?"
"As the saying goes, 'like cures like.' Look at the reproductive capacity of Genestealer, and you'll know they're aphrodisiacs. Catch a few, stew them, then soak a few Genestealer in wine, and I guarantee you'll be a groom every night."
"Those are Genestealer, not a bunch of Kun Kun wearing overalls who can sing, dance, and rap, and also soak in wine for aphrodisiacs!!"
"Damn, what do you mean? Are you insulting the head of my Kun Fist? This is intolerable; Kun Kun cannot tolerate it. The first-generation grandmaster of Southern Kun Fist is here; please enlighten me."
"Eat my Bolter, and still asking for enlightenment! Times have changed! What kind of first-generation grandmaster doesn't even use a Bolter?"
"..."
Watching the boisterous Players, Alex rubbed his forehead helplessly, feeling a headache.
Even with such a serious matter as Gene Stealer infiltration, they could deviate to aphrodisiacs and singing, dancing, and rapping.
"Alright, quiet down. Now for a few things."
Alex's words still held deterrence.
The joking Players immediately quieted down.
"I'm telling you this only to let you know the risks in Tirien Hive City."
"Be extra cautious when encountering allies in Tirien Hive City."
"But at this stage, Tirien Hive City still needs these Genestealer to defend the inner city."
"After recapturing Planet Atoma and rescuing those civilians, then we will eradicate those Genestealer."
After explaining the situation to the Players, Alex found a Cogitator console.
He logged into the chat group, preparing to distribute new game slots.
As soon as he came online, he looked at the group chat with 999+ messages and the Warhammer Corporate Slave Captured by the Emperor group with 1982 members, showing a look of questioning life.
How did so many people join in just one day of being offline!!
After opening the group.
The group was a chaotic mess, with explicit images flying everywhere, a true Slaanesh invasion.
Alex hesitated for a moment, then opened the private chat window of One Night Output Slaanesh Ten Times.
"What happened? How did over a thousand people suddenly join?"
"It's all Dragon Lobster's doing. That guy posted a grotesque video, and now it has hundreds of thousands of views. Those people all came after watching the video."
"..."
After asking around, Alex finally understood the whole story.
It turned out that among the Players he had brought into the game, there was a video blogger.
The person used the video he posted in the group to make an edited video about Warhammer OL.
It was posted on Bilibili and other video websites, and currently has hundreds of thousands of views.
"Good heavens, I need to recruit this guy named Dragon Lobster as a recruitment officer!!"
The original Warhammer Corporate Slave Captured by the Emperor group only had over three hundred people.
Most of the active members had already been recruited.
Alex had been having a headache a few days ago.
After recruiting the group members from the Corporate Slave Captured by the Emperor group.
Where would he continue to trick people for the Emperor?
With so much work now, it was already good if he could finish it all.
He had no time to post everywhere, do promotions, or recruit people.
Who would have thought that someone would send a pillow just as he was dozing off?
For a long time to come, Alex would not have to worry about recruiting for the Emperor.
Alex glanced at the chaotic group chat messages.
He casually promoted A Bowl of A Bowl of Lobster Soup, Blue Two-Headed Bird! Loyalty, 'Crazy Kisses Nurgle's Chubby Face', 'Warhammer Most Courageous Bro', and Second Empire Warmaster to administrators.
There were too many people; without a few administrators, he couldn't keep track.
He didn't want the chat group to inexplicably explode.
"Group owner [Corporate Slave Captured by the Emperor] has enabled group mute."
"A new batch of reservation slots, totaling 150, will be released promptly at 7 PM."
"Additionally, there are 50 special invitation slots reserved for those with professional skills and knowledge. You can private message the group administrators to submit professional proof."
After speaking, Alex disabled the group mute.
Qi Tingzhang only wanted to improve: "Wow, was that the group owner just now? Although he doesn't say much, he's really handsome."
Desert Lone Smoke: "Flattery. A person of such noble character as the group owner certainly won't bother with you."
September Ninth Recalling Warband Brothers: "Desert, when it comes to flattery, you're not far behind."
"..."
The group messages quickly reached 999+.
The active users were booming.
Alex smiled. Two hundred recruitment slots were firmly secured.