After complaining about the Golden Throne's client, who couldn't take care of himself, Alex checked the special missions.
"Why is there still a mission to recover Alpharius?!"
"Could it be that he isn't dead?"
Alex looked at the mission entry on the light screen, a little surprised.
Alpharius, Lord of the Hydra.
He was the Primarch of the Twentieth Legion and the first Primarch to return.
When the Emperor created the Primarchs, he was schemed against by the Chaos Gods.
The Primarchs were thrown into the Warp, falling onto different planets.
Alpharius accidentally fell onto a barren plateau near the Imperial Palace.
The Emperor quickly found Alpharius and even killed nearby scavengers to prevent the secret from leaking.
Afterward, the Emperor and the Cogitator Malcador jointly raised and taught Alpharius.
For a long time, Alpharius's existence was the highest secret of the entire Imperium.
On the eve of the Horus Heresy, Alpharius made contact with a secret Cult.
He later joined Horus's rebellious faction.
The Alpha Legion's actions during the Great Rebellion were very strange.
It gave people a feeling of being both rebellious and loyal.
Alpharius was slain by 罗格.多恩, Lord of the Seventh Legion, during an infiltration and sabotage operation targeting the Sol System's defense system.
Logically, even if Alpharius was loyal, shouldn't the mission be to resurrect him?
Why is it to recover him?
Could it be that Alpharius wasn't killed back then, or he could resurrect like Vulcan?!!
It's truly incomprehensible.
"One Alpharius fell, and thousands of Alpharius stood up."
Alex mumbled a few words, then put the matter of Alpharius aside.
Among these special missions, the highest priority should be to resurrect Guilliman.
This mission is the simplest.
Belisarius Cawl has the Armor of Fate that can resurrect Guilliman.
As long as he reaches Macragge, the mission can be completed.
Moreover, the mission to resurrect Guilliman can also be completed along with the timed mission to help Belisarius Cawl.
Killing two birds with one stone.
"Cortana."
Cortana, in the form of a small angel, appeared before Alex.
"Master, is there anything you need me for?"
"Now, can you traverse the chaotic Warp and travel to Macragge?"
"Cortana is immune to the Warp; as long as she can enter the Warp, she will find a way to find the correct navigation route."
Alex nodded, a plan forming in his mind.
Cortana's immunity to the Warp is a huge advantage.
It means that the probability of getting lost in the Warp and being corrupted will be greatly reduced.
As long as enough crew members are recruited, they can travel to Macragge.
The problem is, he only has one Lunar-class ship.
Planet Atoma has only just been half-recovered, and Tirien Hive City is still being rebuilt, with everything needing to be started from scratch.
To assemble a fleet, it would take an unknown amount of time.
"Forget it, I'll just take the Imperial Glory, bring all the promoted Players, and make up the numbers."
"Master, it's time to issue reservation slots. Do you need to select the reservists?"
Cortana's words pulled Alex's thoughts back to Holy Terra (Earth/Reality).
"From now on, you handle all such matters. You don't need to ask for my instructions; just show me the report afterward."
"Okay."
Holy Terra (Earth/Reality).
Dongda Research Institute.
Before getting off work, Ding Yanfeng was called into his direct supervisor's office.
"Yanfeng, your team has been very efficient recently. The data calculations are much faster than before, which has improved the project's progress efficiency."
"I've also been thinking about this after work." Ding Yanfeng felt a little guilty.
The increase in efficiency was because he was working even while sleeping.
And he also exploited Warhammer OL's computing power.
But he wouldn't dare say any of this openly.
Being labeled as addicted to games would be hard to explain.
"Keep it up. The future needs energetic and innovative young people like you."
"…"
The direct supervisor praised and encouraged him, then let Ding Yanfeng leave.
"That was close, that was close,"
Ding Yanfeng walked out of the office, letting out a sigh of relief.
Soon, a hint of pride appeared on his face.
Warhammer OL is truly amazing; not only can you play the game, but you can also work at the same time.
It's just that I don't know where the limit of this game is!!
Maybe I should try a nuclear fusion experiment in the game.
Ding Yanfeng had a somewhat immature and crazy idea.
If the calculated data is usable, perhaps the experimental results can also be replicated in Holy Terra (Earth/Reality).
If so, this game would truly be defying the heavens.
Walking out of the research building, after getting his phone, he quickly opened the chat group to check the messages.
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "I don't want to live anymore. Why wasn't I chosen again? Why are you so cruel to me? Emperor, why won't you give me a chance??"
I Don't Want to be a Stinking Can: "Welcome to Old Thirteen's daily wailing."
Erlonghu Gang Leader: "Haha, I got it, I got it. Hahaha, I got it, I got it."
Colonel Datch: "Calling the Inquisition, suspected The Sitting-and-Forgetting Dao found, requesting Exterminatus strike."
One Night Output Slaanesh Ten Times: "Dragon Lobster's recruitment ability is too strong. Yesterday, I saw only seven thousand reservations, and he increased the number to thirty-five thousand in one day."
"…"
The messages scrolled rapidly, and Ding Yanfeng flipped down, looking for the latest game news today.
"Still looking at your phone?"
Dong Hai walked over and patted his good brother's shoulder.
"Let's go, hurry back, then get ready to log in."
"I heard that today, the machine spirit of the Imperial Glory fused with a C'tan shard and gave birth to a new machine spirit named Cortana, and she's quite cute."
"A new machine spirit?"
Ding Yanfeng stroked his chin.
Hopefully, this cute new machine spirit won't stop him from exploiting the game's computing power.
Imperial Glory, Praying Sanctuary.
Six hundred new Players successfully logged into the game.
The vast Praying Sanctuary was packed with people, noisy and boisterous.
"Damn, Dragon Lobster didn't lie, it's really that awesome."
"I must have saved the Emperor in my previous life to have such good fortune to play such a game!!"
"The lighting effects, the tactile sensation, it's all so real."
"I want to ask where those damned succubi are? No other thoughts, just purely want to represent justice and eliminate them."
"Don't want to say anything else, go call Khorne, I'm going to slide tackle him."
"Wow, look at this servo-skull."
"Is this Cogitator wetware? I wonder if our brains will be made into wetware to continue serving after we die."
"Why is there no panel? Where's the logout button? I didn't really travel to Warhammer, did I?! Waaah, I'll cry like a Grot!"
"Didn't you read the Guide? Go pray before the Emperor's statue, and you can log out."
"…"
Old Bird and Wu Mou, who had just logged into the game, looked at the chattering newcomers and exchanged a smile.
The Emperor has new cannon fodder online.
"Silence."
A majestic voice rang out.
Alex entered with a squad of soldiers.
The newcomers immediately fell silent, all looking at him.
Their eyes held awe and reverence.
"Welcome to hell, the Emperor's inferior currency."
"I am the Guide, the Emperor's God Chosen Saint."
"The Despoiler has been destroyed."
"The terrible Age of Night has descended again, and the burden of saving the Imperium falls upon you."
After delivering the usual welcome speech, Alex allowed the new Players to move freely.
Immediately afterward, he walked up to the Warmaster who had just come online.
During this time, the Warmaster had been serving as an diplomatic envoy on the ground.
Collecting intelligence on C'tan shards, the history of the Valanxius Family, and the Gene Stealer Patriarch, among other things.
It could be said that he had made great contributions.
Mere contribution points were not enough to reward him.
"Guide."
The Warmaster instinctively performed the aquila salute.
"I once said that when things were over, I would reward you, and now is the time to fulfill that promise."
As soon as Alex's voice fell, information popped up on projections throughout the Imperial Glory and on the data pads in the Players' hands.
[God Chosen "Second Empire Warmaster" is awarded a golden eagle medal for providing important intelligence such as C'tan shards and the Gene Stealer Patriarch, making significant contributions.]
[He is a hero of the Imperium, a brave warrior protecting humanity, a noble warrior of the Emperor. Let us cheer for him!]
On the honor leaderboard, the Warmaster, who had not participated in the war, was ranked 360th, so far behind the old Players that even his taillights couldn't be seen.
With the announcement, his rank instantly jumped, surpassing Tenjiro and other old Players, becoming the top-ranked.
"It can be like this?"
"Damn, the rewards are so generous!!"
"That Warmaster guy is going to be arrogant again."
Many Players widened their eyes, both envious and jealous.
"Wuwuwu! I should have stayed in Tyreen back then, I lost big time."
Little Fatty and Bald Donkey were filled with regret.
When the Guide asked the three of them who would stay in Tyreen as a diplomatic envoy, they were still thinking of tricking the Warmaster.
As a result, not only did he get a position, but he also dug up a hidden mission.
They thus missed out on the honor of being the first medal recipient in Warhammer OL.
Pain!
Unbearable pain!
The new Players all stopped, looking at Alex and the Warmaster.
"Now, I shall formally bestow upon you the highest-grade eagle medal."
As soon as Alex finished speaking, Jackdo Priest came forward, holding a box.
The box opened, and on soft silk lay an aquila badge crafted from adamantium, with a parchment of oath beside it.
Alex picked up the medal and looked at the Warmaster.
"Are you willing to make an oath and accept this eagle medal?"