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Chapter 126 Space Wolves vs. Magnus
The pilgrimage expeditionary force faced an unprecedented crisis.
Besides the Thousand Sons Legion's powerful fleet, Magnus's powerful sorcery also filled the fleet members with despair.

The entire void was distorted by the power of the High Heaven.

The tentacles formed from etheric energy were in no way inferior to the claws and teeth of a primordial behemoth.
Ships were torn apart or crushed into scrap metal.
Some were even more tragic, being thrown directly into the raging subspace storm.

This was a one-sided massacre.

"Concentrate your firepower and create a breach in the enemy flagship's shield."

Guilliman's orders reached every warship, easing the low morale of the many soldiers.

They followed orders and began focusing fire on 'Tizka's Revenge'.

Magnus quickly realized the Imperial fleet's intentions.
They thought Guilliman was going to concentrate all his firepower to destroy his flagship.

His only assessment of this was that it was foolish.

"Guilliman, Guilliman, you are destined to be trapped by the snare I have set for you."

Guilliman tried his best to calm himself down, used his superhuman mind to analyze the battlefield situation, and found the weakness of the giant warship 'Tizka's Revenge'.

With a volley of fire, the psionic shield was forcibly broken, creating a gap.

On the Makurag's Glory, fifty players, including Bald Donkey (Space Wolf), who has just awakened his psionic powers and is exploring the path of runes, Pighead Qiang (Dark Angel), Dragne Bao (Dark Raven Guard), Krieg (Holy Blood Angel), (ID: Dou Zong Eats Beans), and Dou Zong (White Scar), are waiting.

They will be divided into five squads, each carrying a Cyclone torpedo warhead, and transported to Magnus's flagship.

To increase the success rate, Guilliman gave special permission for them to wear Terminator armor with force field shields.

Terminator power armor is extremely valuable; for many small warbands, only warband leaders or company commanders are qualified to wear it.

But for Guilliman, none of this mattered—what use would all this equipment be if the pilgrimage expedition were to fail here?

Besides, as long as we can successfully return to Terra, even if we lose a lot of Terminator armor, we can reproduce it.

The technical sage in charge of the repairs implanted a powerful self-destruct bomb inside the Terminator's armor.

They also temporarily equipped the Chosen Ones with detonation devices that could ignite the warheads of the Cyclone Torpedo.

The ship rocked violently, alarms blared, and sparks flew from the lights before they went dark.

With a loud crash, a section of the support frame collapsed from between the tangled supports and pipes on the ceiling.
But the crew remained calm and continued their work.

As soon as the order to replace the power lines was given, technicians in red robes, along with their assistants, swiftly moved to clear the wreckage and replace the damaged modules.

In no time, the deck was restored to its original state, as if nothing had ever happened.

Such calm could easily make people overlook the warships exploding outside, but the fact that the loyalists were in dire straits was undeniable.

The current situation is by no means what they truly desire.

"The enemy flagship's shield has been damaged."

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback, and then looked at the many chosen ones on the teleportation platform with respect.

They are about to embark on a mission that will inevitably lead to their deaths.

The bald monk felt that he had to say something at this moment.

Otherwise, with such a great storyline, if the official team uploads the related videos to the website later, wouldn't it look rather dry and uninteresting?!
He raised his battle axe, his voice coming from the loudspeaker, deep and powerful.

"We are the Emperor's shining sword, we are the Empire's iron fist, we are united as one, we will never give up."

"We are willing to sacrifice our broken bodies to restore the Emperor's light to the Milky Way, for humanity, for the Emperor."

After the voice faded, everyone fell silent, followed by the same shouts.

"For humanity, for the emperor."

Guilliman, standing on the bridge, saw this scene through the monitor and was grateful to Qin Yun for leaving him these Chosen Ones.

He looked up through the porthole at 'Tizka's Revenge,' his eyes filled with rage.

In this universe, the chaotic gods will not always have the upper hand.

One day, humanity will retaliate and avenge the blood debts of the past.

At that time, the warp will burn, and all of humanity's enemies will be reduced to ashes.

Under the watchful eyes of numerous Imperial loyalists, the machines on the teleportation deck roared to life.

Players were transported to 'Tizka's Revenge'.

The fight began.

………………

The five teams of players arrive at different areas.

These include important areas such as the engine room, bridge, and ammunition depot.

Pighead Qiang's squad was responsible for the engine room—the moment they arrived, the enemy appeared, and a fierce battle broke out.

Clad in Terminator power armor, they rampaged through the battlefield like heavy tanks.

Along the way, mortals who sold their souls to the warp to survive were all crushed into mincemeat.

The piercing screams echoed everywhere.

The Thousand Sons Wizard and the Scarlet Letter Warriors were utterly powerless against them.
The screaming Tzeentch demon was torn apart by the roaring chainsaw sword.

"For Ryan, traitors."

Pighead shouted and punched a Thousand-Child Wizard, smashing his head open.

He then pulled the trigger, firing the large-caliber explosive gun mounted in his hand.

A barrage of bullets rained down, instantly obliterating the two red-letter warriors.

"No wonder Abaddon always wears the Terminator costume, his fighting power is just too strong!!"

"Kill as much as you can, kill as much as you can."

"Who else? I want to ask, who else? Come out, all of you, and feel the fear and despair."

"........."

The players were thrilled as the powerful Terminator armor withstood enemy fire, allowing them to slaughter their way to their destination.

Countless cultists, horned beasts, and demonic monsters fell before them.

They traversed a bloody path strewn with bubbling blood, broken corpses, and steaming pus.

As they approached the engine room, a terrifying behemoth of flesh and steel appeared before them.

It possesses a six-piston, long-legged, armored heavy tank.
Each step he took caused a brief earthquake, causing rusty and dented metal fragments to drip down his body along with crude oil.

Thick smoke and steam billowed from every joint and crevice.
A ceaseless roar of fury and hatred surged within the body pieced together from armor plates.

On top of the heavy steel tank sat a creature—a blue-skinned giant piloting a vicious vehicle.

The enemy had become one with the heavy tank beneath it, its long, narrow, buffalo-like head sprouting a cluster of intricately curved horns that stretched out to the left and right.

The blue-skinned creature's hands were replaced by giant, steel-like claws.

Sparks flew continuously between the opening and closing blades.

"Is this a Soul Grinder?" a player exclaimed.

"Look at that resentful expression. He must be a Soul Grinder who owes a huge debt and has no choice but to sell himself to the Chaos Blacksmith," another player joked.

The Soul Grinders are the armored vanguard of the Demon Legion.

Their twisted metallic shells are protected by non-material, supernatural energy.

Apart from the most powerful anti-tank weapons, no other weapon can effectively deal with them.

The Soul Grinder's weapons are crafted by Chaos Blacksmiths and imbued with the evil magic of the warp, capable of unleashing torrents of warp flames.

In addition to these weapons, the Soul Grinder can also unleash malevolent energy that distorts the laws of physics.

The Soul Grinders appeared, along with a group of Red Letter Warriors and Thousand Sons Wizards who charged in.

The treacherous beast and the fearsome demon also howled, blocking the players' retreat.

"It looks like this is where we'll end up. But it's close enough to the engine room that we can detonate it here too."

"Gentlemen, charge! For the MVP!"

Pighead shouted, and the other players roared back.

After setting the detonation program for the warheads, they rushed towards the enemy and continued the fight.

Pighead Qiang leaped up and charged toward the Soul Grinder, his chainsaw sword roaring as he slashed down.

The rapidly spinning blade was blocked by the opponent, producing a clanging sound.

The Soul Grinder swung its piston-driven claws, forcing Pighead Strong to retreat and dodge the fatal blow.

Several cult members seized the opportunity to pounce.

The one at the very front had his head smashed by Pighead Qiang's punch.
Then, he swung his chainsaw sword, tearing the flesh and blood of many cult members to shreds.

The Soul Grinder seized the opportunity and rushed over, swinging its iron claws at Pig Head Qiang.

Its claws are incredibly sharp and imbued with the evil power of the warp.

Terminator A was torn apart like paper, crimson blood flowing out and its internal organs spilling out.

"Cough! Cough!"

With his last ounce of willpower, Pighead Qiang plunged the chainsaw sword in his hand into the opponent's blue body, tearing open a fatal wound.

"I can't win, but you can't win either," Pighead Qiang grinned.

Then, before the other party could respond,

The bomb embedded in the Terminator armor exploded.

The dazzling light devoured everything, engulfing the nearby cultists and demons, turning them to ashes.

Other players fought valiantly, battling relentlessly amidst the enemy tide.

Then, one by one, they fell, taking away the surrounding enemies in their self-destruction.

The Cyclone torpedo warhead also exploded horribly after the countdown ended.
The raging flames engulfed everything.

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"You fiend, how dare you show off your skills in front of me? Take this 'Great Buddha Thunder'!" The bald monk held a blood-dripping battle axe in one hand and unleashed a barrage of violent lightning with the other.

As a rune priest of the Space Wolf faction, the bald monk's psionic abilities are quite formidable.

Although he's not as good as Jujiro, he's still one of the top players.

A violent bolt of lightning swept across, instantly turning enemies into charred remains that scattered and flew away.

Meanwhile, the players nearby also slew the enemies one by one.

When the battle ended, the platform was littered with severed limbs.

In front of the platform stood a magnificent steel gate.

"The throne room where Magnus is located is just ahead."

The bald monk spoke calmly, while the players beside him were also covered in wounds.

The torpedo, with its timer set, was placed in a hidden corner and was counting down.

The helmet's built-in HUD display showed that several other player squads had been eliminated.

The torpedoes it carried were detonated one after another, causing massive damage to the warship and rendering it incapable of further combat.
The bald monk said, "This is our first super boss battle. Brothers, keep your spirits up! We don't expect to defeat the evil Magnus, we just hope to figure out his attack mechanics and prepare for our future battle against this demonic Primarch."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill Magnus, that red-skinned one-eyed Oglin!!"

"For victory, for glory."

"..."

The players shouted in unison.

The heavy steel gate opened.
Players filed in, their faces beaming with excitement.

The room was empty except for a few Thousand Wizards and a huge, red giant with long hair and a scepter in his hand.

They heard the players coming in and turned around.

Magnus's face was contorted with rage.
I thought it was a sure thing, and I could have my way with that big idiot Guilliman.

As a result, their own flagship was boarded by these unpredictable individuals who had no destiny or foresight.

This is a disgrace, an indescribable disgrace.

The bald monk pointed his battle axe at the massive Magnus, his voice cold and menacing.

"Do you dare to fight me, One-Eyed Oglin?"

The several wizards standing nearby gasped in shock.

Good heavens, is this Khorne's chosen one?

What kind of extraordinary wisdom allowed him to dare to make the decision to challenge a demigod?!
Magnus's gaze was icy, and an indescribable rage burned within his chest.

The bald monk launched a charge, and the other players followed suit.

Suddenly, Magnus unleashed a burst of violent arcane light, instantly knocking them to the ground.

The bald monk, who had fallen to the ground, was dizzy and disoriented. Before he could recover, he was pulled back to Magnus by a force.

He was lifted up and then slammed hard onto the armored knees.

The sound of a spine breaking echoed in the empty throne room.

"grass!!"

This was the only thought in the bald monk's mind.
His spine is broken, and he can't get up.

“You will suffer torment and pain for the rest of your life.” Magnus stared intently at the bald donkey on the ground.
As the other players rushed over, Magnus unleashed a torrent of flames that engulfed them all, turning them to ashes.

Even the impact of the player's self-destruction was completely annihilated by him, turning into nothingness.

In this universe, only one Primarch can defeat one Primarch.

“Magnus, you’re just a one-eyed Oglin,” the bald monk said. “No, you’re even worse off than Oglin.”

Magnus raised his scepter, and the sharp end plunged into the bald donkey's abdomen, piercing through his body.

The bald monk coughed up blood while raising his middle finger.
Is that all the tricks you have?

“Why rush? I have plenty of time to torment you,” Magnus said coldly.

"Not necessarily," the bald monk laughed.
Then, a terrible explosion was heard. The pre-set Cyclone torpedo warheads detonated, and a surging shockwave and flames rushed into the throne room.

"No!" Magnus's expression changed.
Because these guys don't have the Thread of Fate, Magnus can't predict what they've done.
Even if the enemy had pre-planted a bomb, he couldn't detect it using his precognitive abilities.

Magnus erected a psionic shield to block the shockwave and flames from the explosion.

Taking advantage of the enemy's distraction, the bald monk decisively detonated the built-in bomb.

In an instant, a terrifying explosion engulfed everything.
Once everything calmed down, the bodies of the bald monk and his men were all reduced to ashes, leaving only charred fragments of the Terminator.

Magnus attempted to capture the soul of the bald monk, but to no avail.

"The empire has launched a counterattack," said a servant standing nearby.

Magnus looked out of the throne room, where Guilliman's flagship, the Glory of Macragge, was wreaking havoc.
With its overwhelming firepower, it slaughtered the warships of the Thousand Sons Legion.
One by one, warships turned into fireworks in the void, burning brilliantly.

"Damn it!" Magnus roared, attempting to stop Guilliman.

However, his flagship, 'Tizka's Revenge', suffered multiple damages.

The explosion of the Cyclone torpedo destroyed many areas and caused the deaths of many servants.

The power of psionic energy surged, and the warship was automatically repairing its wounds.
But all of this takes time, and it can't do anything until the repairs are complete.

The Imperial loyalist fleet was given a respite.

After severely damaging the Thousand Sons' fleet, Guilliman began to order a retreat.

Once the enemy recovers, they will be in danger again and must leave in time.

"Guilliman!" Magnus roared in fury as he watched the Imperial fleet leave through a warp rift.

The plan, which should have been perfect, fell apart, with more loyalist fleet remaining than anticipated.

"You can't escape, Guilliman, you can't escape."

Magnus roared repeatedly, as if he were about to go mad.

………………

Near Earth orbit in the world of Sintira's Nest City.

The Imperial Glory was docked in an empty berth.

Work ships and supply ships glided past the spire of the superstructure, like worker bees feeding and caring for a bloated queen bee.

Inside the lighthouse control room of the Imperial Strategy Room,
Following the pre-arranged time and method, Qin Yun contacted Scalp, who was lurking in the Ras Forging World.

The quantum engine roared, and the position formed by emotional synesthesia reflected the figure of the scalp. The image was very clear, as if the two were communicating face to face.

Their infiltration team had a very clear mission assignment.

One player went to communicate with the loyalists in the Rath Forging World, informing them that reinforcements were about to arrive and that they should not make unnecessary sacrifices.

The other players scattered to gather intelligence and prepare for sabotage.

"You're saying the rebels are researching something called the Paradox Engine, intending to use it to achieve evolution and ascension?"

Qin Yun looked at the projection on his scalp and asked.

"Yes, Guide, legend has it that this thing is an ancient artifact unearthed by humans during the Dark Ages of technology, and it possesses incredible power."

"It can not only guide ships to navigate in subspace, but also allow people to absorb and control the energy of subspace and achieve sublimation."

Scalp told Qin Yun everything he had gathered.

The most crucial of these is the paradox engine that the rebels are researching.

The rebels believed they could secure victory if they could successfully develop this technology.

"I understand. You did a great job," Qin Yun said. "Continue to infiltrate their ranks and find a way to get inside."

"Besides instigating rebellion, these rebels are also in cahoots with the aliens. We need more detailed intelligence before we can take targeted action."

"Understood, Guide, I will definitely complete your mission," Scalp assured him confidently.

"Good. If we can successfully obtain all the intelligence on the rebels and find out that they are colluding with those aliens, I will personally welcome you back."

Qin Yun's words made Scalp swell and his heart leap with excitement.
"I personally welcomed him and gave him a warm welcome."

Does this mean that as long as one can successfully gather all the enemy's intelligence,
Go back and you'll have a chance to get the "Sky Eagle Medal".

"I am willing to go through fire and water for you, even unto death."

After the scalp in the projection swore an oath again...
Communication was then shut down.

The position was closed, and the surrounding area was plunged into darkness.

Qin Yun had just gotten up and was about to leave when

A golden light curtain appeared out of thin air, giving him a new task.

[Task: Obtain the Paradox Engine]

This is a subspace engine created by a mad scientist using ancient alien technology. Once activated, it grants incredible power, allowing for the sublimation of flesh and soul. Using it to improve Beacon Technology is a good choice.

Rewards: A large amount of Faith Points, Lighthouse 2.0 (Players can remove negative status effects and gradually restore health by approaching the Lighthouse) (Negative status effects can be removed by ordinary people approaching the Lighthouse)
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"Good heavens, are they trying to use the lighthouse as a fountain?!"

Upon seeing the introduction to Lighthouse 2.0, Qin Yun inwardly scoffed.
Despite his complaints, he remained highly motivated.

With a spring, fighting will be so much more fun!
If you can't win, teleport back to town, heal up, and then go out again.

It's a bit like the sneaky tactics of a space necromancer.
If it is destroyed, it will be immediately teleported back to be rebuilt.
After recovering, they returned to the battlefield.

After obtaining detailed intelligence from the scalp and confirming that the player had made contact with the local loyalists, Qin Yun issued the war order.

"Let the blood of our enemies flow into the void, in the name of the Emperor, the world of Rath will be forged and returned to the Empire's hands."

(End of this chapter)