The vast and boundless void,
cold and darkness are the eternal main colors.
However, today, this main color has something more.
Along with the distortion of space,
the curtain was torn open, and the radiance of the Warp burst forth.
Several Orks ships, due to the obstruction of the Warp lane, were forced to disengage and enter the Reality universe.
And several Imperial warships with the Aquila emblem followed closely behind.
The moment they entered the Reality universe, before their void shields could even rise,
the already accumulated energy of their lances instantly shot out.
Bright radiance streaked across the dark void,
directly hitting the Orks warship that had fallen behind.
The penetrating power of the lance was extremely strong, instantly piercing through the patched-up Orks warship.
The terrifying high temperature made the penetrated area glow hot, with molten iron flowing,
air leaked from the breach, causing depressurization and temperature loss.
The Orks in that area were swept away by a huge suction force, flying towards the breach and being thrown into space.
Immediately after, several more lances fired in unison, hitting the Orks warship, creating more breaches.
One of the lances hit the warship's power core.
A bright explosion instantly engulfed the Orks warship and tore it apart.
Countless Orks were flung into the void, the scene resembling a mature fungus spewing spores outwards.
Thirty thousand kilometers away.
On the Bridge area of the Exemplar Saint Fist Battleship, the Players cheered.
"Dahai, that's awesome, another kill."
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"Awesome!"
"This merit must be off the charts."
"I chose wrong, I chose wrong. I shouldn't have played melee back then, but should have chosen to be a Captain. The points I get from destroying an enemy ship are higher than what I get from a hard-fought battle!!"
"Do you have that talent? Back then, so many people signed up, but only Dahai passed the test and became a Battleship Captain."
"Where there's a will, there's a way. I will definitely pilot a warship!"
"...!!"
"..."
Dahai ignored the noisy Players and instead focused his gaze on the void, searching for the next target to kill.
"Nova Cannon ready, Captain."
The weapon officer shouted from the side.
"Lock onto enemy ship 03 ahead."
Dahai relayed the order,
while clicking on the target ship on the holographic projection.
A red halo, like a hangman's noose, encircled the icon of the designated Orks ship.
The massive Nova Cannon array hummed, and the electromagnetic coils burst forth with bright, dazzling, shimmering light.
The upgraded Exemplar Saint Fist had its speed, firepower, and defense increased by more than 15%.
Even with the protection of the 'I Think Therefore I Am' power, the Orks warship stood no chance against the Exemplar Saint Fist Battleship.
Witnessing the fall of their comrades, the remaining few warships dared not linger.
Instead, they accelerated, spewing out even thicker black smoke.
The enormous Nova Cannon shell shot out at near-light speed,
tracing a graceful trajectory through the air, finally landing on the Orks warship.
The shield of that Orks warship was incomplete, and its defensive power was not high.
The Nova Cannon shell penetrated the shield, leaving an exaggerated, inwardly concave crater on the patched-up warship.
The heavy armor twisted together in an extremely brutal manner.
Subsequently, the massive warship suffered a catastrophic explosion, becoming a burning fireball in the universe.
"Damn it! You're too fierce, kid!!"
T督 waved his fist, shouting excitedly.
"Hooray!" shouted a nearby Player, "You are my idol, Dahai."
"..."
The cheers of his comrades did not affect Dahai; he merely curved his lips into a slight smile.
When the battle ended, not a single enemy ship escaped.
Countless wrecks were scattered in the void, burning fiercely, occasionally erupting with bright electrical sparks.
Large numbers of Orks corpses floated in the void, illuminated by the plasma flames.
"Let's go, to the next area."
Dahai did not linger too long, ordering the fleet to leave the battlefield.
They were to proceed to the Mandeville Point for a Warp jump,
to leave this star system and continue their mission.
With the Orks' defeat in the Feilian Star System, the Guide ordered the Players and Imperial forces to launch a counterattack.
The Orks collapsed and scattered.
The human Main force also dispersed accordingly, chasing down the Orks.
Besides the void, some planetary surfaces were also being cleared of Orks.
The Hammer and Sickle Battle Group and the Hunter Legion were on Proxima Planet, carrying out the mission of clearing the surface Orks.
The Orks on this planet had collected a lot of scrap materials and built many Gorkanaunts.
In order to reclaim this planet, they were ordered to sweep it clean.
Imperial transport barges were docked in orbit, undergoing war mobilization and preparation.
Once all preparations were complete, the clear-out mission officially began.
After several rounds of saturation bombing by fighter jets on the landing zone,
transport shuttles then detached from the large barges, carrying Mech units and accompanying Guard forces to the surface.
As soon as they crossed the atmosphere, Orks fighter jets roared in.
The escorting fighter squadron met them, dogfighting with the Orks fighter jets in the sky, protecting the transport shuttles.
Dense beams of light and explosive flames outlined fleeting stars.
Occasionally, stray bullets would hit the transport shuttles, but without exception, they were blocked by the protective shields, creating ripples.
Little Fatty controlled the Zaku Type 03, standing on the deck of the transport shuttle.
Beneath his feet were the Guard forces wearing heavy exoskeleton armor.
Mechanical Priest were patrolling back and forth with their servants, performing final checks on the participating soldiers and appeasing their machine spirits.
Little Fatty sat upright on the control throne, his eyes tightly closed, dense cables wrapped around his body.
Using telepathy technology, he was tightly integrated with the Mech.
Vast amounts of data information flooded into his mind.
The post-hypnotic implant, deeply embedded in the subconscious part of his brain, activated for pre-battle inspection.
Telemetry data, weapon readiness status, fuel levels, and millions of other fragmented details,
were filtered and diverted by the modified cerebral cortex tendrils to areas of the brain not normally used.
Allowing him to feel every component of the Mech, becoming an extension of his flesh and blood.
Boom!!
A terrifying explosion came from outside, captured by the Zaku Type 03 Mech's sensory system and synchronized to the pilot.
Little Fatty turned his head to look and saw an Orks fighter jet exploding in the air.
A terrifying blast wave swept out, carrying fighter fragments in all directions.
The transport shuttle's rapid-fire cannons turned their muzzles,
sweeping the incoming fragments and pulverizing them in the air.
Boom!
A slight tremor came,
the transport barge slowly docked at the landing zone.
Hiss! Hiss!
The hissing sound of high-pressure gas filled the air as the heavy hatch slowly opened.
The sound of war horns came from outside, signaling the start of the battle.
The Guard forces were the first to step out.
They were all wearing heavy exoskeletons, like miniature Mechs, standing 5 to 7 meters tall.
Equipped with meltaguns, plasma arrays, power lances, and other weapons.
After the Guard forces exited, Little Fatty took his heavy steps and walked out through the hatch.
The battlefield in the distance was already a scene of fierce combat.
Large numbers of Gargants were charging the human defense line.
The Orks' war potential was astonishing.
In such a short time, they could hammer out so many Gargants.
"WAAAGH!"
An Orks piloting a Gorkanaunt roared and charged into the crowd.
Several Guard forces were sent flying, landing with a thud in the distance.
Other Guard forces controlled their heavy exoskeletons and launched a counterattack.
Dense beams of light and bolter rounds poured down like a storm, but they were blocked by the opponent's shield, merely causing slight ripples.
Little Fatty locked onto the opponent, designating him as a hunting target.
With the application of nano-active metal technology, the Mech received a brand new upgrade.
The Mech's joints were more flexible, allowing for more movements, and it also supported high-energy output.
The Zaku Type 03 Mech ran while extending a vibrating energy sword from its wrist.
Its other hand condensed an energy shield.
Incoming bullets struck the energy shield, producing a clanging sound of metal collision.
Then, it ducked to dodge the beam fired by the Gorkanaunt.
Its back thrusters activated, spewing out two streams of azure flames.
Bang! Bang!
The massive Mech broke the sound barrier.
White airflow slowly spread behind him.
In a few breaths, the Mech quickly approached the opponent, swinging the vibrating energy sword in its hand.
The energy sword swung, cutting through with a single strike.
In just an instant, it sliced through the opponent's body.
The cut was glowing hot, with molten iron flowing.
The lower half of the Gorkanaunt remained standing, while the upper half crashed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
[Kills + 1]
A prompt appeared, and Little Fatty's lips curved into a smile.
The power of the Zaku Type 03 combat Mech was indeed impressive.
It was worthy of being a Mech jointly developed by Dora Workshop and the Hammer and Sickle Battle Group.
After many battles, Little Fatty and other Players realized that to get the Mech most suitable for themselves, they still had to explore and modify it themselves.
So, they decided to establish a Warband Research Department to research and modify Mechs.
Dora Workshop also supported this greatly.
Both sides held discussions and jointly developed new Mechs.
Dora Workshop was responsible for the initial production and assembly of components.
The Hammer and Sickle Battle Group was responsible for testing the performance and power of various new Mechs, and for battlefield modifications.
Mechs that passed tests after multiple battles would be mass-produced by the factory and sold to other units.
"Although there are no Minovsky Particles, there is nano-active metal. If research continues, building a Gundam is definitely not a dream."
The material science achievements in the Warhammer Universe are incredibly high,
even if those high-precision material technologies have been lost,
However, with Cortana's help, it was possible to reverse-engineer complete material technology from the remaining materials.
The power armor and technological creations that could only be achieved in games or sci-fi movies could largely be realized in the Warhammer Universe.
Gundam was no exception.
Little Fatty was full of confidence about this.
He looked forward to the day he could officially pilot a Gundam.
By then, they would be able to freely traverse void orbits and surfaces.
Of course, before that, they could also look forward to the Viking fighter.
Although the ground-landing Viking was a bit odd, it had an advantage that no other technological creation could match.
That was, it was cool enough.
A fighter jet soaring at high speed, rolling and transforming in the air, then landing as a cool mech.
That scene, just thinking about it, felt awesome and cool.
Boom!
A shell struck the energy shield of the Zaku 03, and the violent impact brought the fantasizing Little Fatty back to the Reality battlefield.
He locked onto the enemy that had fired at him.
The propulsion engines on his back activated.
The Zaku 03 mech leaped up, crossed the battlefield, and descended towards that Orks mech.
The oscillating beam saber in his hand was incredibly bright, standing out on the battlefield.
"One cut, two halves, Ruyi Divine Sword."
Little Fatty shouted.
The oscillating beam saber in his hand sliced the Orks mech in two, from top to bottom.
After executing the opponent, Little Fatty activated his propulsion engines, leaped up, and landed in the distance.
Boom!!
That Scrap Gorkanaut was detonated.
A Mushroom cloud slowly rose.
"omnissiah above, what kind of mech is this?"
Kael, the captain of the Las Wrath Titan, watched this scene with wide eyes.
How was the God Chosen's mech a little different from his mech?!
Why did it run so fast?
Did they also master the WAAAGH! energy?
"It feels cooler than mine!!"
"But there's no cathedral, this is a sign of disloyalty."
"…"
Captain Kael grumbled in his heart, his tone a little sour.
Suddenly, he felt that the Titan he had struggled for decades to obtain was somewhat unappealing.
He also wanted that kind of cool and powerful mech.
With elegant and cool movements, it charged across the battlefield, slaughtering the enemy's giant vehicles as if cutting melons and vegetables.
"When the battle is over, I have to go check it out."
Kael made up his mind.
It wasn't that he was going to abandon the Las Wrath, but rather to see if he could modify the Las Wrath to improve the Titan's speed and defense.
There were many Orks on the Reality.
They used materials from human factories to build smoking, red-glowing bikes, smoking, red-glowing Scrap Gorkanauts, and smoking, red-glowing Death Dreadnoughts.
Anyway, there were all sorts of strange war engines, all characterized by black smoke and red light.
Perhaps the Orks boyz thought it would make them tougher.
The isolated Orks were destined to fail.
Their occupied territories were destroyed and reclaimed one by one.
The loss of many factories meant they had no materials to bash together their beloved Scrap Gorkanauts and various bikes.
Ultimately, the Orks were divided and annihilated one by one.
This war was just a minor interlude; more missions awaited the Hammer and Sickle Battle Group.
...
The main force of the Orks fled even faster than they had arrived.
The planets and space stations they had occupied were reclaimed one by one.
Soon, the Orks fled to the Great Maw Passage, which connected two sectors.
The Reality distance between each sector was very far.
The Calixis Sector and the Koronus Expanse were also like this.
But with the help of the Great Maw Passage, ships could quickly travel between the two areas.
The Imperial forces drove the Orks back into the Koronus Expanse and sent men to reclaim the Wandering Port.
"This place was lost from my hands, so it should be reclaimed by me."
The Warmaster took on this mission.
He led the Emperor Niuma Battle Group and landed at the Wandering Port.
As soon as they landed, the Orks roared and swarmed towards them.
"My heart is like stone, unbreakable."
"Savage Charge."
The Warmaster moved with heavy steps, roaring as he charged into the enemy crowd.
The greatsword in his hand flashed up and down, slaying the Orks who pounced on him.
In a short while, he had killed so many that corpses lay everywhere, with severed limbs and shattered remains.
Roar!
A Grot operated a round, rolling Killa Kan mech, charging towards him.
Clang!
The Warmaster blocked the opponent's high-speed spinning circular saw with his chainsword.
For a moment, sparks flew, dazzlingly bright.
The Killa Kan mech's arm, equipped with high-strength hydraulic devices, possessed astonishing strength.
The circular saw in its hand pressed down heavily like a mountain, intending to split the Warmaster in two.
The Warmaster held on stubbornly, refusing to let the opponent's circular saw descend further.
At this moment, several Orks rushed over with choppas, intending to hack the Warmaster in half.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bolter fired.
Those few Orks were instantly shot in the head.
Their headless bodies twitched on the ground, and the Killa Kan mech also staggered backward from the bolter attack.
"I'm here." Titus's voice sounded, "Brother."
The Warmaster grinned.
Then, he seized the opportunity to counterattack.
He plunged the chainsword in his hand fiercely into the Killa Kan mech's body, tearing apart the Grot operating inside.
Titus walked up to the Warmaster, "Come on, let's have one last competition."
"After this campaign, I'll have to return to the Deathwatch for my report, then submit my application to return to the Ultramarines Warband."
"After this parting, I don't know when we will meet again."
"If I win, the sword in my hand is yours."
"This sword is named Friendship, left behind by a senior from the Deathwatch, and it has a history of six hundred years."
The Warmaster was stunned for a moment, but finally nodded.
"Okay, let me win your sword! Let you cry all the way back to your report."
...
...
The Wandering Port was reclaimed.
The Imperial army tentatively attacked the Koronus Expanse through the Great Maw Passage, expanding the Imperial territory.
Alex, who was observing the Reality official forums and chat groups, received a mission completion notification.
"Mission: Repel the invaders of the Calixis Sector (Completed)."
"Faith value has been issued, please go to the Praying Sanctuary to claim your Dark Tongue skill."
"It's finally come to an end."
Alex thought to himself.
He got up from the control panel and went to the Praying Sanctuary.
Some Players who logged into the game greeted him, trying to increase his favorability.
Alex responded with a smile.
Of course, there were also some aloof Players who ignored him and walked straight past.
Alex was not annoyed, maintaining the professionalism of an NPC.
"I want to become the strongest chef in this universe."
Just as he arrived at the Praying Sanctuary,
a new Player who had just come online shouted out his dream.
Alex: "…"
To enter the Warhammer Universe to achieve a chef's dream, this was a bit too bizarre!
Hopefully, he wasn't a strong contender for Father Nurgle!
"Come on, accompany me to the Menagerie to collect ingredients. My first dish will be charcoal-grilled black goat."
The new Player bravely set off with his companions.
They headed straight for the passage at the rear of the Imperial Glory, preparing to enter the Menagerie for training.
Alex's expression was complex as he watched the departing Players.
With such high freedom and the Players' wild imaginations, he felt like the art style was gradually breaking down.
He hoped this guy wouldn't actually find some Black Goat Younglings or something and then charcoal-grill them!
If a Mother of Black Goats actually came out for revenge, things would get serious!
It wasn't until the new Player and his companions disappeared around the corner that Alex withdrew his gaze and walked in front of the Praying Sanctuary.
"Praise the Emperor."
The surrounding space twisted, and Alex once again entered the City of Dust.
It was as beautiful as ever.
Walls, temples, colonnades, and arched Bridges built of marble were bathed in a beautiful glow.
Spacious squares, fragrant gardens, magnificent halls, and temples.
The black sun still hung in the sky.
The scene was no different from when he had entered last time.
Alex looked up at the black sun in the sky.
He remembered impersonating the Emperor's account last time, and that feeling was simply awesome.
He felt a little regretful that he hadn't been able to hit Khorne last time.
He also didn't know when he would be able to impersonate the Emperor's account again.
"Child."
A voice came.
Alex looked in the direction of the voice.
He saw a weathered old soldier in a worn military uniform.
It wasn't Valdor, nor Malcador; it was another person.
"You are??"
"A forgotten dead man. If you must give me a name, you can call me Oll."
The other party's answer made Alex's eyes widen.
"The Oldest Man, the first Warmaster—Oll Persson??"