The MC Dynasty moved quickly.
First, they changed the name of the Mind Controller to Beast Taming Controller to reduce negative associations.
Then, they invested significant manpower and resources into multiple rounds of testing, improving upon discovered issues.
Finally, they presented the finished Beast Taming Controller 1.0 version to Alex for inspection.
Alex only began testing its functions after confirming that Beast Taming Controller 1.0 could not control humans or other highly intelligent species.
The experimental target was a Razor Dragon Beast captured from an alien planet.
This alien beast, like a dinosaur, supported its body on strong hind legs.
Its forelimbs had razor-like arthropod claws, incredibly sharp,
capable of easily leaving claw marks on steel.
It possessed tenacious vitality and was covered by a layer of extremely tough biological chitin.
The Beast Taming Controller was implanted into its back of the head, controlling its nervous system.
"Get up."
When Alex gave the command,
the Razor Dragon Beast, which had been lying down, stood up.
"Sit down."
"Attack."
"Bite."
"..."
Alex tried several commands, and the Razor Dragon Beast completed them all accurately.
"This is truly excellent; using this controller, we can extend two new gameplay styles: Beast Taming and Mounts, which enriches the game content."
"Moreover, introducing Beast Taming and Mounts into the Warhammer Universe is sure to hook those Players."
Alex smiled, imagining those Players riding various giant beasts.
At this moment, Cortana's projection appeared beside Alex.
"Master, a new lighthouse has been discovered. It is the Macragge's Honour's lighthouse."
"Is it finally ready?"
Alex collected his thoughts, and after connecting to the network, he found that the lighthouse network indeed had one more.
The completion of the lighthouse on the Macragge's Honour
meant that the galaxy now had three lighthouses.
Players only needed to consume Faith Points to travel between the three lighthouses, reducing travel time.
Thinking of this, the smile on Alex's face grew even wider.
"Beast Taming, Mounts, and Teleportation—let's include all three in the new version. We'll release the update announcement and launch them simultaneously."
"Master, I saw Cawl. He said the Primarch needs your help."
These words made the smile on Alex's face freeze.
In fact, he had always kept track of the Pilgrimage Expedition Fleet's situation through the Players' conversations and posts.
Bald Donkey even opened a log post on the official forum,
specifically detailing every bit of the Pilgrimage Expedition.
He didn't mention any danger in his post!
Hadn't the crisis of the Thousand Sons Legion and Magnus already been resolved by the brave Players?
During this time, the Pilgrimage Expedition Fleet had been searching for a route to Terra within the Warp.
Given the Pilgrimage Expeditionary Force's size, who could put them in crisis?
Alex did not hesitate; he immediately opened communications and established contact with the Macragge's Honour.
As the quantum engine roared,
Cawl's projection appeared before Alex.
"Saint." Cawl bowed, his massive mechanical body emitting a mixed sound of servo motors and gears.
"What crisis have you encountered?" Alex asked anxiously.
"We encountered the traitorous Thousand Sons Legion and their Primarch…"
Cawl recounted the entire story at the fastest speed.
It turned out that just as they were about to leave the Warp, Magnus, Angron, and Fulgrim appeared together, putting them in a desperate situation.
"Three traitor Primarchs? Is this a Primarch team-building event?"
Alex was shocked to hear this.
What were Angron and Fulgrim doing there!
"We urgently need assistance." Cawl said, "Otherwise, there's a risk of being annihilated in the Warp."
"I will provide you with support." Alex promised.
He turned to Cortana,
"Cortana, issue a support mission, gather all high-level Players."
"Understood, Master."
Then, Alex thought of something else and began editing an announcement to MC Myth.
He told them not to sell the Beast Taming Controller yet,
and to wait for his new version update announcement, simultaneously launching Player teleportation and the Mount system.
...
Congratulations on developing a brand new gameplay: Beast Taming and Mounts.
The official hopes to postpone the release date of the Beast Taming Controller. Please wait for the official website's update announcement before beginning to sell the Beast Taming Controller.
Reward: The entire MC Dynasty will receive a silver eagle medal, an interest-free loan, and each member of the research team will receive 500-2000 Honor Points.
Upon seeing this announcement, MC Myth was stunned.
He hadn't expected to actually receive a silver eagle medal.
Although it couldn't compare to Warmaster's golden eagle medal,
it was still the second eagle medal in the game.
Its value was self-evident.
The technology came from Las Forge World, refined with Cortana's intelligence and computing power.
The only thing they did was improve the Mind Controller and create the Beast Taming and Mount systems.
In fact, any Player with game experience, upon acquiring a technology like the Mind Controller, would surely think of Beast Taming and Mounts.
Therefore, such an idea was not very valuable; receiving a bronze eagle medal would already have been a great blessing.
The fact that they were given a silver eagle medal clearly showed that the official was heavily rewarding them to encourage Players to continue creating new gameplay.
On the other side, Cortana issued a limited-time support mission as per Alex's instructions.
Emergency Limited-Time Mission: Support the Pilgrimage Expedition Team.
Roboute Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, is under siege by traitor Primarchs in the Warp and urgently needs help. The Guide will directly descend to the Primarch's side using the Emperor's power.
He is now recruiting a group of fearless warriors to go and provide support. Hurry and sign up with him. No matter where you are, just click to confirm registration.
Requirements: Level 10, completed job change.
Basic Reward: 80,000 Contribution Points, 5,000 Honor Points, 10,000 Faith Points.
Bonus rewards will be determined by the Player's kills and contributions, and will be issued together after the mission is completed.
The mission was pushed to every eligible Player.
Desert, who was in the Sintilla Hive World, opened his data interface upon hearing the prompt.
"An emergency mission? This time it's so good, just click confirm?"
After Desert clicked confirm, the space-time around him became distorted, and the distant scenery blurred.
When it returned to normal, he was already in the spacious hall of the Imperial Glory.
Players continued to arrive in the hall.
As long as a Player clicked to confirm accepting the mission,
Cortana would recall them through the lighthouse.
Soon, the high-level Players who accepted the mission gathered on the Imperial Glory.
In the regional channel, Player chat messages were also surging.
"Discriminating against low-level Players again. It's bad enough we don't qualify as consumables for new dungeons, but we don't even qualify as cannon fodder?"
"I'm so angry, when will low-level Players rise up?"
"I'll rise up when I reach high level."
"We're going to support Guilliman, will we go to Terra together?"
"We're already in the Warp, how could we not go to Terra!!"
"..."
Amidst the Players' heated discussions,
Alex consumed Faith Points and collectively teleported the assembled high-level Players to the Warp.
......
The Blackstone Fortress in the Warp.
Guilliman and Angron were still fighting.
After another clash,
Guilliman blocked Angron's daemon blade with the Gauntlet of the Ultramarines, and the Emperor's Sword blocked his opponent's axe.
"Look at what you've become, Angron."
Guilliman's heart held both anger and pity for his former brother.
After the Horus Heresy ended, Guilliman often secluded himself in the meditation chamber, reviewing the reasons for the Primarchs' betrayal.
Only after learning about Angron through various channels did Guilliman realize that his brother might have been the one with the least choice.
Whether it was betrayal or daemonhood, Angron had no choice.
Angron's situation among the many Primarchs was the most tragic.
Upon descending to the world of Nuceria, he was assassinated by the Eldar.
After dealing with the Eldar assassination, an exhausted Angron was captured by the locals and became a slave.
Angron grew up in the gladiatorial arena, yet possessed various noble qualities and an unyielding spirit of rebellion.
This was because he had a very good gladiator foster father.
He accumulated strength to rebel against Nuceria, planning to bring the high-and-mighty nobles to the dust.
However, on the night the Butcher's Nails were implanted, Angron fell into uncontrollable rage and personally tore his foster father apart.
Extreme sorrow caused him to lose the special talent granted to him by the Emperor.
A unique ability to feel the sorrow of others and absorb their pain.
Since then, Angron had been tormented by the Butcher's Nails; every time he lost control, he would kill those close to him.
The accumulated rebellious strength thus collapsed.
But he still led the other gladiators in a rebellion.
An uprising they knew was doomed, but for freedom, they were willing to die valiantly.
Angron never hoped to leave Nuceria alive; it was the Emperor who took him away.
This branded him with the shame of fleeing, and tormented him day and night.
On the eve of the Horus Heresy, Angron's life was already counting down.
Though Primarchs were powerful, they also had limits.
The Butcher's Nails burned away Angron's life, pushing him towards death.
If he didn't ascend to daemonhood, Angron would die.
Angron wasn't afraid of death, but the World Eaters were unwilling to lose their father, and Logar was single-mindedly plotting to help Angron ascend to daemonhood, extending his life.
After his ascension, the Blood God stole all of Angron's humanity, leaving him only as an embodiment of rage and slaughter.
Perhaps, the Blood God himself knew very well that once Angron regained his humanity, the first target he would chop would definitely be himself.
Angron did not respond to Guilliman's words.
That twisted face only held pain and rage, no longer the noble soul of the gladiator from Nuceria.
The Butcher's Nails constantly hammered, hammered, hammered in his brain, making his pain almost incandescent.
He was incapable of any thought; extreme rage consumed everything, leaving only the instinct to kill.
He wielded two weapons, launching wide, sweeping attacks at Guilliman.
His attacks became increasingly terrifying, and Guilliman slowly fell into a disadvantage, barely able to resist.
Guilliman was no match for Angron.
When the battle-axe struck again, he was forced to his knees by the other's terrifying strength.
"Blood for the Throne, for the Emperor."
The Bald Donkey leaped up, pouring all his psychic energy into his staff.
The staff, like a small sun, smashed into Angron's head, releasing a terrifying power that forced him back a few steps.
Guilliman seized the opportunity to escape his predicament, retreating to a safe distance.
Angron roared madly, cleaving the Bald Donkey in two with a single sword.
Crimson blood gushed forth, the scene exceedingly gory.
Guilliman forced himself to maintain a fighting stance.
As Angron charged at Guilliman again, thick chains suddenly appeared on the ground.
The chains intertwined, binding the Daemon Primarch, forcing him to his knees.
"Angron, you've done well, but Guilliman belongs to me."
A flash of light suddenly shone, and Magnus descended onto the battlefield.
He paused when he saw the body, cut in half, next to Angron.
That face, he would never forget in his life.
But didn't the other party die by self-destructing?
Why did he appear here again?
Something was very wrong!!
But now was not the time to think about this.
Magnus looked at Angron and extended his staff.
"Belongs to you?" Fulgrim also appeared on the battlefield.
He glided forward on his serpentine lower body, his long, narrow eyes showing flippancy and malice.
Especially when he looked at Guilliman.
The humiliation he suffered at the Macragge ceremony was vivid in his memory.
Today, he appeared here to repay it a hundredfold, a thousandfold.
The surviving Players and honor guards surrounded Guilliman.
Magnus turned to look at Fulgrim, and just as he was about to make a move, he heard Angron's roar.
Angron broke free from his restraints and pounced on Magnus.
An indescribable fury consumed the Crimson Angel, instinctively pouncing on Magnus, who had made him kneel.
"A complete madman."
Magnus had no choice but to deal with the attacks of his former brother.
The two Daemon Primarchs erupted into a great battle.
"It seems everything is predestined; you are mine."
Four swords, imbued with the Warp's malevolent power, appeared in Fulgrim's four hands.
"Worm, go back to your hook-selling god."
Dòu Zǒng tightly gripped his chainsword and was the first to charge at Fulgrim.
Fulgrim's face darkened when he heard this, and he swung his longsword.
Dòu Zǒng didn't even have time to react before he was cut in half at the waist by the other party.
Crimson blood gushed forth instantly.
Sicarius tried to step forward but was held back by Guilliman.
"Let me handle this."
Guilliman stepped forward, confronting Fulgrim directly.
"It seems you are ready to die, Guilliman."
Fulgrim lunged at Guilliman.
He attacked with the swiftness of a venomous snake.
Four blades rapidly unleashed themselves upon his Primarch brother.
They were so fast that onlookers couldn't discern their passage through the air.
Guilliman blocked them with the Emperor's Sword.
The bursting energy caused the air to churn relentlessly.
With another assault, Guilliman swept aside the other's blades with the Hand of Dominion.
The Emperor's Sword pierced through the defensive circle formed by the four blades, puncturing the armor and cutting across the other's body.
Fulgrim let out a painful roar, raising his body with his serpentine tail and wildly slashing downwards with his blades.
Guilliman tried to create distance, but Fulgrim pressed relentlessly, giving him no chance to breathe.
He swung the Hand of Dominion, blocking the other's blades with his gauntlet.
The Emperor's Sword in his hand suddenly swung, severing the other's malevolent blades, and then, with a follow-through, cut off one of the other's hands.
Fulgrim let out a piercing shriek, forming a sonic wave, and Guilliman was forced to dodge and retreat.
Surging Warp energy poured into Fulgrim's body.
However, the cut on his arm was charred black, showing no sign of recovery.
Instead, a burning pain continuously surged through him.
"Father's sword isn't bad, is it?" Guilliman mocked.
"I'm going to kill you." Pure malice appeared on Fulgrim's face.
"Just try it." Guilliman met him.
The two sides engaged in a fierce battle again.
After another clash, Guilliman revealed an opening.
Fulgrim seized the opportunity, and one of his blades thrust out at a strange angle, piercing deeply through Guilliman's arm.
Guilliman cried out in pain, stumbling back.
Toxins suddenly erupted within his body; intense pain and dizziness struck him simultaneously.
Fulgrim was about to press his advantage when a terrifying light suddenly burst forth.
Immediately after, a man with pure white wings on his back emerged from the light, wielding a staff and striking at his head, forcing him to retreat.
After forcing Fulgrim back, Alex's body erupted with brilliant light, bestowing blessings and prayers upon Guilliman.
The Emperor's mighty power, through Alex as an anchor, poured into Guilliman's body.
Guilliman's pierced arm glowed, expelling the toxins and restoring everything to normal.
Fulgrim: "..."
It's fine if I cheat, but why are you cheating too!!
I followed Horus in rebellion, painstakingly searched for the Angel of Extinction, and went through great lengths to ascend to daemonhood to be able to cheat, but you can just wake up from a nap and do it too!!
That's too shameless!
"It's you!" Fulgrim recognized Alex. "You've come just in time; I'll kill both of you."
"You're the one who's going to be killed."
Guilliman shouted, holding the Emperor's Sword, and lunged at Fulgrim.
Alex, wielding the Staff of Retribution, cooperated with the attack.
Fulgrim's combat power after ascending to daemonhood was stronger than Guilliman's, but weaker than the combination of Guilliman and Alex.
Especially since Alex could continuously apply buffs, enhancing Guilliman's combat power, Fulgrim quickly fell into a disadvantage.
"Let's settle the score from ten thousand years ago, Fulgrim."
Guilliman roared, his eyes burning with erupting fury.
"You, who willingly debased yourself, becoming a lackey for a hook-selling Chaos God."
Such vicious words coming from Guilliman's mouth made Fulgrim pause in surprise.
This was the second time today he had heard the phrase "hook-selling."
How dare they, how dare they insult the great God of Pleasure like that.
Fulgrim charged at Guilliman, who met him with the Emperor's Sword, blazing with furious flames.
The Hand of Dominion erupted again, unleashing a dense barrage of shots at Fulgrim, who dodged them by moving sideways.
Fulgrim's lower body moved rapidly, using his astonishing speed to close in on Guilliman.
The blades in his hands, imbued with the Warp's malevolent curses, thrust out, but were blocked by Guilliman's Emperor's Sword.
"Raging Thunder."
Alex seized the opportunity to strike, and a violent, blindingly bright lightning bolt suddenly erupted, instantly striking Fulgrim and making him shriek.
Guilliman took the chance to land a punch, and the terrifying force caused Fulgrim's head to snap to the side, half his face shattered, looking gruesome and terrifying.
Then, Guilliman grabbed Fulgrim by the horn, pulling him close.
The radiance emanating from Guilliman made Fulgrim incredibly uncomfortable, making him want to scream.
"This is for that strike ten thousand years ago." Guilliman thrust his sword, and the sharp blade instantly pierced through Fulgrim's body.
The scorching Emperor's Flame made Fulgrim shriek continuously, falling to the ground and wailing.