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Chapter 141 is another great opportunity to rack up points.
Block 888, Workers' Residential Area No. 88.

This area was originally Block 688, the workers' residential area, but the number was changed at some point by someone.

"No!"

With a desperate scream, Maro from dormitory number 8 woke up from a nightmare.

Fear lingered on his weathered face, refusing to fade for a long time.

The ceiling lights, which provide a continuous nighttime illumination, are casting a dim glow.

The metal grille of the ventilation fan is mottled with rust, scattering dark red iron filings with each rotation, as if grinding away the scabs of time.
The spinning fan blades propelled the smell of smoke and oil into the room, accompanied by a clattering scraping sound.

Maro swallowed hard, grabbing his trembling right hand with his left, his skin glistening with sweat.

"It was just a dream!"

"not real."

"A dream, a dream..."

He struggled to his feet, let out a long breath, and relieved the oppression in his heart.

He staggered off the bed and walked to the door of the dormitory.

As I reached out and opened the door, a wave of fresh air rushed in like an invisible tide.

The air smelled of frost; it was clean, yet pungent.

People can no longer smell things in their dreams.

It seems he has escaped that terrifying nightmare and awakened from the boundless hell.
Maro walked out of the dormitory.

Holding onto the wall, I walked towards the water purification room at the end of the corridor.

There's still a significant amount of water usage credit left this month.

He wanted to wash his face before thinking about what to do next.

"why why……"

A faint and sorrowful voice sounded behind Maro, making him freeze instantly, his hair standing on end.

He turned around stiffly, looking in the direction from which the sound came.

A woman covered in blood stood in the shadows.

Behind the woman was red blood and a burning hell, where desperate souls wailed.

The woman's empty eyes were fixed on Maro.

It was filled with malice and hatred.

She kept asking, over and over again.

Maroton felt his mouth was dry and he couldn't speak; his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Looking at the woman who had passed on the position of '20th-rank overseer' to him, he felt no lingering affection, only fear.

The woman was Marlowe's mother.

Marlowe's current position as overseer is hers.

Three years ago, a horrific disturbance broke out in Block 688.

The insurgent mob murdered many people, including this innocent woman.

When Maro, who was on duty, received the news and rushed back, his mother's mutilated body had already been collected.

After his mother's death, Maro inherited her position according to custom.

Throughout countless years, he had missed her.
I miss the moments I spent with my mother, I cherish those joyful years, and I reminisce about the warm maternal love she gave me.

Maro had thought countless times about seeing her again.
But when the other person reappeared, he felt neither the joy nor the excitement he had imagined.

Only fear, endless fear.

"why?"

The mother's voice was rapid and hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

Why aren't you by my side?

Maro stepped back, looking flustered.
He reached for the doorknob and opened the door easily.

Just as I was about to run inside, I saw another mother standing there, also bleeding profusely.

She looked at Maro with bloodshot eyes and stretched out her bleeding hand.

"Why? Why aren't you by my side?"

"No!" Maro's face turned ashen, and he turned and ran away.

boom! boom! boom

The door was blown open by the wind as he ran past, and blood flowed out from behind it.

His mother appeared in every room with an open door, calling out to Maro, reaching out her hand to him, her howls following him.

"Why……"

"...You didn't..."

"...in my..."

"...Beside you?"

The corridor became infinitely long.
The doors along the way were all opened in a neat and uniform manner.

Blood gushed out like water.

Countless hands reached out from the blood, grabbing at Maro and scratching his skin.
The wind seemed to be laughing wildly, mocking his cowardice and folly.

"Who are you? What exactly are you?"

No one answered Maro.

Countless hands gripped him, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.

In the end, he was dragged into a pool of blood, to the deepest part of hell.

"No!"

With a desperate cry, Maro sat up abruptly from his sweat-soaked bed.

The fan spun slowly, making a creaking sound.

The rotating fan blades blow fresh air in.

The scenes from his dream were vividly imprinted in his mind.
With trembling hands, he reached for the water beside the bed, took a sip, and calmed down considerably.

"It was just a dream."

Maro slapped himself hard across the face; it stung terribly.

You can't feel pain in your dreams.
This must be reality, it must be reality.

Marlowe took another sip of water before looking up at the clock on the door.

His shift was three hours away.

After such a long time, he didn't want to sleep anymore, and he never wanted to fall asleep again.

Those nightmares were too terrible; he never wanted to experience them again.

"I need to get out and about. It must be because I've been working too long hours lately that I'm having these recurring nightmares!!"

Maro adjusted his emotions, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

After the door was unlocked, someone reached out and pushed it open, and a stench of blood hit him.

A woman covered in blood stood in front of the door, her bloody hands falling on him.

"We...have arrived..."

Do not!
Maro was so frightened that he stumbled backward and fell onto the bed.
An indescribable fear overwhelmed him, rendering him incapable of thinking.
His hand touched something cold, a bayonet that he had previously kept to protect himself from thugs.

Absolute fear often eventually gives rise to absolute anger.
Maro screamed, his eyes turning bloodshot.

He gripped the bayonet tightly, leaped up, and stabbed at the creature disguised as his mother.

The sharp blade easily pierced through the opponent's flesh.
Crimson blood splattered out, and the monster let out a painful cry before fleeing in a sorry state, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

The roles of hunter and prey have been reversed.

He tasted the sweetness of anger.

As long as you stay angry, keep your rage burning, you can be fearless in the face of these things.

"You forced me to this!" Maro shouted. "You can all die!"

He charged out with his bayonet, killing every living thing he could see.

This is just a dream.

Once he kills all these things, he can leave this dream and return to the real world.

Praise the Emperor, and may He bless the extermination of all living things.

Not just Maro,

Countless inhabitants of Terra simultaneously fell into a nightmare.

They dreamed of creatures with eyes, or things crouching in the darkness.
They entered the bodies of those who had fallen into dreams, disguised as the dead.

At the same moment, the psionicists felt a madness and pain that was enough to overwhelm them.

They screamed frantically, uttering taboo words like 'blood' and 'slaughter'.

…………

Block 888, Workers' Residential Area No. 88.

Screams and wails echoed through the sky.
A group of madmen are attacking everyone indiscriminately.

The gushing blood stained the ground red, and the dead lay on the ground, their faces unrecognizable, their deaths extremely tragic.

Marlowe was also one of the violent lunatics.

He was holding a machete.
He brutally hacked at his former coworkers while shouting madly.
"Die, you monsters, die!"

"As long as you remain angry, you can do nothing against me."

“Go to hell, all of you. The louder you scream, the more excited I get.”

"........."

Riots broke out, and fires broke out.

The flames illuminated half the sky, turning it a deep red.

The riot police arrived quickly.

"shot."

The commander immediately ordered a barrage of bullets to be fired at the workers who were not mentally strong enough and had been turned into madmen, tearing them to pieces.

The indescribable pain brought Maro back to his senses when his body was torn apart.

Seeing the soldiers in double-headed eagle uniforms and the corpses around him, he belatedly realized that he was no longer dreaming.

But he couldn't tell the difference, he really couldn't.

The riot was quickly suppressed.
But the matter was far from over. They came.

As the number of the dead increased, the screaming souls blurred the veil between reality and illusion, allowing them to emerge.

They appeared in the real universe, draped in bloody human skin, and rushed towards the riot police.

The same thing happens everywhere.
These events are like waves,

They come together and eventually form a towering wave.

The subspace storm intensified due to these events, eventually reaching its peak.

Above the Lion Gate,

The sky turned red, as if it were on fire.
Then the enemy appeared.

At first there were a few, then dozens, then hundreds and thousands, countless, until finally the whole earth was filled with demons.

They brandished weapons that reeked of blood, forming large square formations.

The leader rode a monster made of steel, brass, and hellfire.

They formed a large army.

As the crimson rain poured down, the demons brandished their weapons and screamed as they launched their attack on the Lion's Gate.

…………

[Imperial Radiance]

【bless】

Purification

[Faith Frenzy]

【………】

The moment Qin Yun sensed the subspace storm spiraling out of control, he rushed to the city wall.

He flapped his wings, hovering above the city walls, constantly unleashing skills at the empire's defenders.

Countless rays of light fell upon the Imperial troops, dispelling their fear and giving them courage.

After doing all this, Qin Yun communicated with Xi Ling.

"Xiling, immediately gather the players to help guard the Lion's Gate."

"Understood, Master."

After a while,
Players from all over the world received the mission.

Urgent Mission: Guard the Lion's Gate
The cult's ritual caused a warp storm to tear open the veil between reality and illusion, allowing the Blood God's army to enter the real universe and plan to storm the palace.

The time has come to protect the Emperor and the Palace.

Please proceed immediately to the Lion's Gate to join the defense.

Basic rewards: 75000 contribution points, 7500 honor points, and 20000 faith points.

Commission rewards: based on the number of enemies killed or battlefield contributions.

】

At this moment, the War General is in a certain work area, suppressing the demons that have entered the real world.

Looking at the tasks that appeared in the database, I casually clicked to claim them.

The same was true of the members of the Emperor Bull and Horse Battle Group next to them.

"Another war is brewing! Warhammer games are endless, it's so much fun!" Jujiro exclaimed excitedly. "This is the kind of game that's really exciting!"

"The Lionsgate match is another great opportunity to rack up points." Zhan Shuai also looked on with anticipation.

"Chop! Chop! Kill! Kill!" the man with the wrist shouted, raising his chainsaw battle axe.

"........."

The members of the Imperial Bull and Horse Corps returned to the Lion's Gate aboard transport ships.

When they arrived, the empire and the demons were already locked in a fierce battle.

Eight-headed Khorne is wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

They possessed magnificent bodies, with shiny, hard, and bulging muscles, their bodies wreathed in black flames, and they wore brass armor.

Giant, bat-like wings spread out behind him, flowing with flames and lava.

Chains were wrapped around his arms and waist, with bundles of heads tied to them, swaying with his body.

The enormous head of Ted was very tall, and the crown was decorated with intricate, twisted horns.
His mouth was swollen from being stuffed with sharp teeth, and hot saliva dripped from his chin.

The enormous hooves trampled the ground, turning it into a hissing river of blood.

Each of them held a double-edged battle axe and a greatsword engraved with blood runes, while others wielded long whips covered with hellish spikes.

They are forged from the most ancient fears of life, the embodiment of a thirst for war, blood, and slaughter; they are the mythical Titans of Destruction.

As they moved, the earth trembled, and each of them was enveloped in black flames and lightning.

Roar!
The Blood God's most powerful servants roared, their voices deafening.

The Imperial Guards filed out from behind the city walls and charged toward the demon.

Ordinary people wielded the weapons on the city walls.

Dense bursts of lasers, explosive bombs, thermal melts, and plasma plasmas created a barrage that blanketed the sky.

It was all poured onto the enemy's head.

Turn them to ashes.

"For the Emperor, members of the Bull and Horse Battle Group, the time has come again to unleash a bloodbath!"

The war commander raised his arms and shouted,

He then leaped off the gunboat and began his slaughter, wielding a giant sword.

Other players followed closely behind.

They shouted the names of emperors or other random figures.
For example, Morgana, Yui Minami, Nezuko from the 3D zone, and others rushed into the battlefield.

The Witcher Brotherhood also returned to Lion's Gate after receiving their mission.
"Is that the Silent Sisters?"

The white wolf, a witcher, pointed to a nun on the battlefield.
He sensed the presence of someone of his kind.

Because they are witchers, they cannot see psychic phenomena.
Other players can see flames and light when fighting demons, but they can't see anything.

In their eyes, demons are merely distorted creatures.

"A group of Silent Sisters who were scattered during the Battle of Lionsgate returned to Terra, and they must be them."

Brother Zhong nodded.

"Should we move closer?" asked the person who doesn't eat beef.

"No!" Brother Zhong shook his head. "NPCs have their own things to do. Let's kill the demons first, otherwise the score difference with other battle groups will be too great."

"Okay." The one who doesn't eat beef nodded.

Their gunboats descended as low as possible while strafeing the demons on the ground.

"go!"

Brother Zhong and the others leaped down, weapons in hand, and charged towards the demonic tide.

They were some distance away from the NPCs, but not far.
It can still respond when necessary.

…………

Aleya, who has just returned to Terra, is a silent nun from the planet Aretha.
While on a mission, the planet where the guild was located was attacked by Chaos Warriors.

All the Silent Sisters were slaughtered, and she was the only one who survived.

Alaya saw the last words left to her by the psychics who served them, written in their blood.

"He is calling His daughter home."

Alone, Aleya embarked on her journey back to Terra.

This was an operation that could be described as suicidal.
The warp storm raged, and Aleia had nothing but an old, dilapidated ship.

The Silent Sisters were once a force on par with the Imperial Guard, and were one of the Emperor's most trusted members.

But they had no seats in the Terran Council, and the Guardians turned a blind eye to their marginalized situation.
As the empire grew, they once teetered on the brink of extinction.
They only regained importance during the War of the Beasts, in order to deal with the Greenskinned Orcs.

But once the war of beasts ended, they were quickly forgotten.

Because of their soulless nature, they are disliked by people and are regarded as a calamity wherever they go.

The Silent Sisters were forced to conceal themselves under the name of the state religion, using various methods to find resources, maintain their survival, and fulfill the mission given to them by the emperor.

During a crisis, Aleya, who was on her way to Terra, unexpectedly met the Custodians who were on their way to find Sister Silent.

Seeing the Imperial Guard clad in golden armor, wielding the best equipment and weapons in the entire empire, while she herself possessed only a tattered suit of armor, a flamethrower and chainsaw sword passed down for hundreds of years, Aleya felt an unprecedented rage.

The Silent Sisters and the Imperial Guard should have been two sides of the same coin; this was the Emperor's original intention.

But they just watched them wander outside, living a lonely life.

Only when the situation became irreparable did they agree to leave the palace and seek out their former partners.

If it weren't for her loyalty to the Emperor, Aleya would have loved to ignore these former allies who had betrayed them.

But in the name of the Emperor, Aleya still cooperated with the accompanying Imperial Guard to slay those demons.

The Imperial Guard and the Silent Sisters are the perfect pair.
The Silent Sisters can easily destroy the demon's aura and psychic power.
The Imperial Guards' strength and combat skills could easily sever the enemy's iron-like muscles and bones.

They fought their way out and joined up with other Imperial Guards and Imperial troops.

Aleya sensed when the Soulless players entered the battlefield.

She looked up in surprise and saw those guys shouting strange slogans, looking incredibly excited.

"Has he gone mad? He's actually this happy fighting demons?"

For a moment, Aleya couldn't tell which of the roaring red monsters and those screaming excitedly in battle were truly Blood God's minions.

Aleya's gaze quickly shifted from those people to the magnificent city walls in the distance.

A man with white wings is flapping his wings and standing on the high wall, like Saint Gilles from mythology.

"Is that Saint Gilles?" Aleya asked the guards beside her.

“When I left Terra, this person did not exist.” The Royal Guard swung his halberd, slaying a Khorne demon that lunged at him.

Soon, another eye-catching presence appeared.

He was a giant, clad in azure armor, his voice filled with rage, his roar no less powerful than that of the Khorne demons.

He held a sword in his hand that made demons scream and tremble with fear.

"Primarch?" The Guardian beside Aleia was quicker to express his confusion, but he eventually confirmed the other's identity and name, "The Primarch of the Ultramarines Chapter, Robout Guilliman, he's back."

Aleya looked at the Primarchs engaged in battle, her expression one of shock.

The Primarch's power was terrifying beyond imagination.
The great demon, capable of easily killing the Imperial Guards, was defeated by his enormous fist.
With a horizontal slash of his sword, the swarming demons were all burned to ashes.

(End of this chapter)