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Chapter 177 We Discovered a Toaster

Qin Yun performed the Eagle Salute to the Emperor's statue inside the prayer sanctuary, offering his prayer.

As the voices praised the Emperor, a portal of light appeared beneath the dome of the sanctuary.

Two cherubim, flapping their wings, flew out.
They were carrying a metal box, with an anti-gravity turbine embedded inside humming.

The box is decorated with a double-headed eagle emblem and intricate flame patterns.

The cherubim placed the box in front of Qin Yun.
“You have completed your task exceptionally well, Chosen One,” one of the Zhitians said in a hoarse voice. “He is very satisfied. Please continue with the assigned tasks.”

"I will do my best," Qin Yun nodded.

Having received a reply, the cherubim did not linger, but flapped their wings and flew into the still-open cave of light.

Qin Yun placed his hand on the box, just as before.
The light emanated from the hand, spreading along the patterns on the box's surface, eventually illuminating the entire double-headed eagle and numerous flame emblems.

The sounds of gears turning, mechanical pistons reciprocating, and the hissing of the killing field being unlocked all rang out together.
The box slowly opened, revealing its contents.

A golden iron halo lay quietly inside the box.

A golden light screen automatically appeared, displaying information about the halo.

【Name: Angelic Iron Halo (Epic)】
The Iron Halo is part of the Space Marine Armory, an ancient relic, a special medal of honor that can only be worn by Space Marines who have demonstrated exceptional initiative or courage on the battlefield.

It contains a powerful deflection field that can deflect high-speed bullets and beams, allowing users to survive intense gunfire.

"If you want to be on the battlefield without a helmet and constantly watched by the Emperor's gaze, this thing is standard equipment."

"Everyone else's currency is the emperor's, but with this thing, it's no longer the emperor's currency, but the emperor's gold coin."

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"It's not a bad thing, it reduces the chances of getting your head blown off."

Qin Yun bent down and picked up the Iron Light Ring.
This item is usually only worn by outstanding veterans at the rank of company commander or above.

Qin Yun ordered the mech servant beside him to come and assist him in installing the halo.

His armor already had a pre-installed interface; he could simply plug it in to activate it.

As the machine servant moved, the Iron Aura was activated.
The air vibrated with invisible ripples, producing a buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, the iron halo released a faint glow, like a divine ring enveloping the back of Qin Yun's head.
It made him look like a god from mythology.

Players entering and leaving the prayer sanctuary stared wide-eyed at the sight.

"Wow, the Guide got new equipment again?"

"Damn, he's so handsome."

"Hey buddy, why do you have a bit of a Taiwanese accent?"

"He's so handsome I want to cry. Why are all the good things always about those who guide others?"

"The developers are being unfair! They're fooling us players. Why do NPCs have it, but we don't?"

"This is outrageous! Brothers, let's join forces and make sure the developers give us wings and iron halos too."

"I can't stand it, I want to have the guide's babies, he's too handsome."

"Sister, listen to my advice: if you can't handle it, just think about what happens when a rat hole tries to withstand a drilling machine!"

"You are so perverted..."

"Do you also want to say, 'I like it so much'?"

"Get lost, I don't like perverts."

"........."

The handsome Qin Yun made the players drool.

This has once again left them wondering who the protagonist of this game is.

Qin Yun ignored the group of junior players and admired his new equipment for a while.

They boarded a gunboat and left the Imperial Glory, heading towards Angel Castle, which was being rebuilt on the surface of Baal.

At this time, Castle Angel was still a scene of bustling activity.

A large number of construction machines are at work, rebuilding the magnificent Angel Fortress.

The player and the mechanical priest pilot a special hunting machine.
Searching for 'thirsty water' in various places,
They should be kept in one place to avoid damaging the fragile ecosystem.

The purification team systematically cleaned up areas with high radiation levels, reducing them to a level acceptable to the human body.

Like a giant climate regulator, it modulates the weather in Bal, making it less hot and dry.

Lakes and lush woodlands have once again appeared on the surface of Bal.

One can imagine that in the next few years, it will become a beautiful paradise.

The transport ship was docked on the helipad.
Upon receiving the news, Dante led a group of Blood Angels to greet them.

As soon as Qin Yun stepped out, Dante and the Holy Blood Angels bowed to him.

"saint."

"saint."

"........."

"No need for formalities. By the way, how are things going with your discussions about the original casting?" Qin Yun asked.

"Unanimously approved," Dante replied.

"Unanimously approved?" Qin Yun was somewhat surprised. "Didn't Commander Seth object?"

"The Warband Leader Seth not only did not object, but also showed great enthusiasm. He agreed to all the decrees and policies you promulgated, and promised that the Flesh-Tearers would do their best to implement and carry them out."

Dante's words surprised Qin Yun even more.

This...this...something doesn't feel right.

It's important to know that the Flesh Ripper Chapter is the most resistant to Primal Forging.

They even questioned whether Guilliman intended to become emperor!

Why are they being so cooperative now?
Could he be possessed by Tzeentch?
Qin Yun subconsciously thought of that flock of blue-feathered birds.

If something inexplicably becomes strange, don't be confused, just curse those blue-skinned people.

But then I thought, I'm right here, there's no way they could bypass me and corrupt the people around them!

He wanted the other party to be able to freely corrupt the heroes of the empire while he was under the emperor's protection.
Let's not fight this battle then.
Go back and wash your bottom clean, and beg those old men in Kabanda to be gentle.

Something must have happened to cause such a big change in the Flesh-Tearers warband.

Qin Yun showed no sign of anything amiss. "It would be best if there were no objections. Let's push forward with the original casting as soon as possible."

“I will support a group of children of holy blood. They are very powerful, but they are still blank slates. You can use your own traditions to shape them.”

“Thank you for your generosity, saint,” Dante said.

"Once Baal finishes rebuilding, I'll have to head to Terra."

Qin Yun's words startled Dante, who suddenly felt a void in his heart and an indescribable sense of unease.

"Are you leaving Bar?"

"I promised the Primarch that once you are rescued, I will return to Terra to help him and push for profound reforms," ​​Qin Yun explained.

"You can complete your work in Baal, and the Imperial Glory can transmit your will to Terra."

Dante said.

"The dark side of the Empire also needs someone to take charge. If you leave, what will happen to those suffering worlds? Those citizens of the Empire who are trapped in dire straits need your salvation."

Dante had some things he didn't say.

You're gone. How are we supposed to fight Blackfury and Bloodthirst?

The children of the Holy Blood have already lost one father, and they do not want to lose another.

"This reform is very important, Dante. It concerns the future of humanity. We must transform the Empire in order to reshape this galaxy."

Qin Yun was very patient.

"Therefore, I must personally go to Terra to oversee things and ensure that everything goes smoothly."

"As for the dark side of the Empire, someone definitely needs to take charge."

“I have had many discussions with Guilliman and I feel that you are the most suitable, Dante.”

"Terra will appoint you as regent of the dark side of the Empire, in charge of all Imperial forces north of the Great Rift."

A look of struggle crossed Dante's face. After a moment, he made up his mind and said firmly, "I am very old, saint."

"So, are you telling me you're going to retire?" Qin Yun asked.

“As long as there is one enemy of the Empire alive, I will not rest, but I cannot bear such a burden,” Dante explained. “Only you can serve as regent for the dark side of the Empire; I am not capable of doing so.”

"Are you incapable, or do you simply not want me to leave?" Qin Yun saw through Dante's thoughts.
Dante blushed, somewhat embarrassed, "Perhaps it's a combination of both."

"The Holy Bloodline has always been troubled by Black Fury and Blood Thirst. If you were not here, I wonder how many more would have lost their way again."

"Don't worry," Qin Yun reassured him. "My ability is more like a reset, turning the Holy Blood Child, who is deeply mired in Black Wrath and Blood Thirst, back to the state he was in before the symptoms appeared."

"In this way, it can be maintained for a long time. It only needs to return to my side every now and then, and it can control the thirst for blood and the black fury very well."

"The Empire has mastered instant communication technology, which is a good start. As long as we develop it seriously, we will have more new technologies that will tightly connect the entire galaxy."

"Moreover, I possess the ability to appear beside the Chosen Ones at any time, so even if I go to Terra, I can return to Baal and come back to your side at any time."

It took Qin Yun a lot of persuasion to convince Dante to accept the position of regent in the shadows of the empire.

Dante was far better suited for this position than anyone else.

He is a skilled fighter, capable of commanding battles, and obeys his commands.

He can lead troops to save planets in dire straits, and he can also promote empire change by implementing reform policies.

At that time, with control over both the economy and the military, those insects who dare to disobey will be taught a lesson with an iron fist.

…………

The Hall of Sanctuary in Castle Angels

Surviving refugees gathered here and underwent orderly checks.

Teren's pollution level is too high.

These innocent people, fighting without protection, are highly likely to have been corrupted by Tyranny and need to be thoroughly examined, just in case.

Yugi in the group was trembling.

It was a hot day.

But he felt very cold, and something was moving inside his body.

“It’s colder here than a desert night,” Yugi said, trembling.

“Dad…Dad.” His simple-minded son, Tils, stammered as he called his name.

"Don't call me that, you idiot." Yugi vented his frustration on Tils.

Tils lowered his head in fear.
At that moment, Yugi's heart softened again, and he pulled Tils into his arms.

"Alright, I'll be fine. If something happens to me, you should go back to selling water properly and not listen to anyone who tells you to take risks. I think that way, you should live a good life."

Yogi was sometimes very impatient and rude to Tils.

But he knew very well that it wasn't that he didn't love the child; he just hated his own powerlessness. Two years ago, Tils was a smart and strong young man.

At that time, they lived in the town of Angel's Descent.

The Yugis, along with the mother-in-law and the clever Tils, lived in a humble home.

It is said that the place where the angels descended upon the town was the first place where people discovered Saint Gillespie.

Therefore, the angels built a huge statue of Saint Gilles there for people to worship.

Yugi's family made a living by selling water in Angel's Descent Town.
Enceladus is a barren desert world with scarce water resources, where every drop of water is extremely precious.

Water is expensive, but the cost is also high, so only a small profit can be made.

But Yugi's family still managed to survive by selling water.
Life was simple and poor, but it was peaceful.

Until Tyr went to participate in the selection of angels full of hope,

He became an idiot after being sent back.

To solve this problem, Yugi borrowed a lot of money to treat Tils, but there was no improvement.

During this time, Yugi's wife passed away, and his mother-in-law was diagnosed with cancer.

Whenever he saw the clumsy Tyr, he felt that he was incompetent and unable to cure his son, which was why his once happy family was torn apart.

But he didn't want to admit it, so he could only torture himself and Tils in this way.

A few weeks ago, the angels gathered in Baal to fight against the approaching Tyranid swarm.

Yugi and his son Tils were also drafted.
They were forced to stand on the front lines and act as bait.
This attracted the Tyranid creatures to rush into the moat surrounding Angel Keep.
Let the 'thirsty' creature absorb all the water and die.

As for Yugi's mother-in-law, who was suffering from cancer, she calmly took the unique poison of Bal II, ending her life which she only had one or two months left.

Tils is no longer clever, but he is still the same kind-hearted Tils.

Yugi was in grave danger several times, and it was Tyr to save him each time.

Without Tyrion, Yugi knew he would have died on the battlefield long ago.

Even so, he sometimes couldn't help but use vicious language to hurt Tils.

However, he himself suffered greatly because of this behavior.

The inspection was very fast.

Soon it was Yogi and Tils' turn.

"No signs of decay, and a genetically matched individual. He had previously participated in the selection process but was eliminated due to a minor brain injury. The injury is healable, so it is recommended that he be included in the recruit list."

The medical report on Tils came out quickly.

“Congratulations, child, you will become an angel,” said the priest in charge of the examination.

Upon hearing this, Tyr's eyes lit up.

“Father, did you...did you hear that? He...he said I would become an angel.”

"You'll be proud of me... won't you?"

Yugi nodded, and seeing Tils's expression, he recalled his own rudeness and impatience and felt guilty.

"Yes, I will be proud of you."

Hearing this, Tils became even happier.

Just like when I was a child and received praise, I smiled foolishly.

Yugi suddenly realized one thing: Tils had never changed.

He has always been the same Tyres who loves his father and mother more than anything.

As a father, he was so impatient, venting his incompetence and pain on the child, and using vicious words to hurt the child.

Tyrion only lost his intelligence; he did not do anything to harm others.

"It won't happen again."

Yugi silently made a vow.
But the next second, he fell into hell.
His examination report showed that he was contaminated by the Tyren organism and had to be cleaned up.

Fate is so cruel; when people want to make up for something, they find that they no longer have the chance.

"I'm sorry, Tyres, live well."

When Yugi was taken away by the cleanup crew, this was the only thing he could say to his stupid son.

Tyr looked bewildered. He wanted to chase after his father, but the priest stopped him.

“This is an act of kindness, and it was your father’s choice. He didn’t want you to witness his death.”

“Come with me, get treatment, and you will become my brother.”

Tyr watched his father disappear from his sight, tears welling in his eyes, before being led away by the servants.

And on the other side,
Yugi thought he was going to die, but things took a turn for the better.
He and other contaminated people were gathered together.

“You have another option: the MC Dynasty needs infected people to conduct experiments.”

The chubby guy who was on the inspection mission looked at the NPC in front of him and spoke.

"Those who are willing, step forward, and I will take you away to the MC Dynasty's laboratory. There, you might have a chance to survive and gain greater power."

Yugi stepped forward.

Regardless, participating in the experiment would at least give me a chance to survive.

Perhaps, one day, he will be able to see his son, Tils, again.

…………

Deep underground in Bal,

The ancient ruins, belonging to the Golden Age, were incredibly dark.
Only the muzzle flashes and exploding shells provided a sliver of light.

boom! boom! boom!
The bombs rained down on the monsters, tearing their bodies apart.

Players cooperated closely, using bomb guns to shoot from a distance and chainsaw swords to slash at close range.

The hall was soon filled with the smell of blood, and broken limbs were scattered everywhere.

The monsters possess sharp claws and astonishing fighting abilities, but they have one fatal flaw.

They fight their own battles and don't know how to cooperate.

There were many monsters in the hall, but the players managed to defeat them all through teamwork.
After resolving the battle in the lobby, the players continued their exploration.

After walking through a dark corridor, they finally entered a huge laboratory.
The place was very empty, with only one gene chamber marked as number 0.

"Without a doubt, this is the BOSS." Zhan Shuai examined Gene Chamber No. 0.

Inside, another mutant was also sleeping, which looked larger than the ones in the outer hall. Its body was covered in bones, and it had a pair of black wings on its back.

"Do you think we should study tactics or something?" the awkward man said.

"Why think so much? Just go for it! Even a big demon can be killed by a bomb in this game, so how can a mutant be so powerful?" Old Man said casually.

"Let's play it safe," Zhan Shuai said, pointing to Shijiro and the twisted man. "You guys take the riot shields and provide long-range fire support."

Then, pointing to the group of men, he said, "You guys spread out and don't get wiped out in one move."

After arranging the tactics, the War Commander walked up to Gene Warehouse No. 0.
As he approached, the indicator light in Gene Warehouse 0 lit up.

The mutant, which was immersed in the nutrient solution, suddenly opened its eyes.

A terrifying force erupted, and with a loud bang, the gene chamber was shattered.

"Such powerful psionic energy!!" Jujiro exclaimed in surprise. "Could this guy be an experimental subject who obtained the power of the Black Angel?"

"Ants, feel the power of the new era, I am God."

Mutant Zero stepped forward, its crimson eyes sweeping over the crowd with arrogance and malice.

The wings on its back were intertwined like black asphalt, and the feathers turned into sharp spikes.

"That's the taste! Definitely a BOSS!" Old Man Wan exclaimed excitedly.

"If we defeat it, this dungeon should be considered cleared."

"I'm so looking forward to what kind of reward I'll get."

"It should be data from biological research and relics from the golden age. I hope to have an STC."

The other players also showed signs of excitement.

Mutant No. 0: "…………"

Something doesn't seem quite right about this situation.

Why aren't these ancient, insignificant humans afraid of me?!
Looking into my own eyes, I saw greed and curiosity, but no fear.

There's definitely something wrong with these humans.
Forget it, why think so much?!

Wipe them all out, then wreak havoc on the ground and establish your own dynasty.
It is time for this world to come under the rule of God.

"Feel the wrath of God."

Mutant Zero launched an attack.
A blood-red shield enveloped its twisted body.

The enormous wings on its back continued to grow, transforming into weapons that could be controlled at will.

However, these humans were more powerful than he had imagined.
They possess speed and strength that ordinary people do not have.
The weapon in his hand was extremely powerful, and his combat skills were superb.
There are also a few that possess special abilities specifically designed to break its crimson shield.

After a fierce battle,

Mutant Zero successfully killed several humans, but was also brutally beaten to his knees.

"This god is a bit weak!!" The battered war commander grinned. "Brother, stand up again! I still prefer your arrogant self, calling yourself a god. You were so cocky and cute."

Mutant #0: "(╥╯^╰╥)"

They've gone too far in bullying the mutants.

These damn humans are so strong!!
"Stop playing, kill it, and move on to the next dungeon as soon as possible."

Jujiro gathered his violent ethereal power and instantly pierced through the head of the mutant No. 0, completely erasing its existence.

A large, charred hole appeared on the forehead of mutant number 0, which was steaming hot, and then it collapsed to the ground, showing no signs of life.

After defeating the boss, the players began searching the ruins for loot.

The ruins contain not only mutants, but also many relics from the Golden Age.

Among these relics, a golden toaster was placed on a high platform at the deepest part of the ruins, protected by a special field of eternal stasis.

"Is the game developers playing some kind of sadistic joke? Is the biggest reward in this dungeon this toaster?"

Jujiro looked at the toaster floating in the static field and immediately sensed something was wrong.

The players present all twitched slightly at the corners of their mouths; they too could feel the game developer's malice!

"This is no ordinary toaster; it is a high-tech creation based on the law of energy conversion into matter."

A hoarse, mechanical voice suddenly rang out.

The players all raised their guns and pointed them at the source of the sound.

A round robot emerged from the darkness.

"Distinguished guests, I am the steward of Laboratory BR01, Wednesday. I mean you no harm, please lay down your weapons."

(End of this chapter)