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Chapter 215 What? They want us to assassinate the Emperor?!
The Primarch is a demigod in the real universe.

It is a perfect creation of genetics and subspace mysticism, possessing astonishing combat power.

Even a clone is far beyond what an ordinary person can compare to.

The players, including Zhan Shuai, stared in disbelief as little Fogrim lunged at the enemy.
His fist, as if forged from steel, slammed into the undead warrior, producing a resounding clang of metal against metal.
The space necromancer was sent flying as if it had been hit by a 180 km/h rocket.

The chest, cast from molten metal, has visible dents.

A serpentine vanquisher darted swiftly across the battlefield, then lunged at Little Fogrim.
The lower body of this exterminator is a metallic, serpentine form, ending in a sharp dagger.

The upper body consists of two pairs of arms, one pair of which ends in sharp metal claws, while the other pair holds a phase greatsword that emits a ghostly green light.

After dodging the Serpent Exterminator's attack, Little Fogrem circled around to its rear.

The strong, powerful hands gripped the smooth, metallic snake's body.
With a sudden tug, he easily lifted the other person up and swung him around like a weapon, instantly knocking down seven or eight undead warriors who surrounded him.

After swinging it around a few times to build up potential energy, Little Fugrim let go, sending the snake-like destroyer flying and smashing down the charging enemy.

The players of the Bull and Horse Squad were dumbfounded.

Those undead soldiers were nothing but weaklings in front of Little Forgrim, and were utterly routed.

"Are the replicas of the Primarch this powerful?"

"I also want to be a Primarch. I wonder if the game will have the option to advance to a Primarch?"

"Damn it, I have to challenge him."

"........."

A necromancer wielding a phase sword charged toward young Forgrim.
He was taller than the necromancer, and the patterns on his body were more intricate.
His eyes shone with a green light, and he held a scepter engraved with ancient necromancy patterns.

"How dare you be so presumptuous in front of us? When we roam the stars, you are nothing but a bunch of uncivilized monkeys."

The undead lord roared as he swung his scepter, the tip of which glowed, at little Forgrim.

Little Forgrim dodged the attack and grabbed the opponent's scepter.

"We are uncivilized monkeys, and what are you? A pathetic bunch of metal skeletons?"

Little Forgrim seized the other's scepter.

First, pull forward, and when the other person tries to pull harder...

He let go again, causing the other person to lose their balance and stagger backward.

He then rushed forward and delivered a follow-up kick, knocking the other man to the ground.

The next second, he used the same trick again.

He grabbed the necromancer lord's metal ankle, swung him high into the air, and then slammed him to the ground.

boom!boom!
The sound of the metal body hitting the ground continued to echo, deafeningly loud, leaving shocking cracks in the ground.
The necromancer lord's body also developed shocking cracks.
After confirming that the undead lord was incapable of resistance,
Little Fugrim casually tossed the other person aside.

"It's not true that the longer you live, the stronger you become."

"You're still roaming the stars? That's because you haven't encountered humans yet."

"A bunch of pathetic metal skeletons, this is no longer your time."

Little Fugrim's mouth was like poison; a few words were enough to break the necromancer lord's guard.

"monkey!"

The necromancer roared in a hoarse voice, then struggled to stand up.

Just as he braced himself with his hands on the ground, Little Foggrim kicked the guy away.
Let him crash into the wall in the distance.

With a loud bang, the undead lord fell apart.

Little Fugrim looked up and saw Tarasin looking at him, so he strode over to her.

"Damn it! Stop him! Stop him for me!"

Talathin ordered his personal guards to stop young Forgrim.

Little Foggrim clenched his fist.
A series of banging sounds echoed in the air.

With only his fists, he fought his way through the Holy Guard and stood before Tarasin.

"You're the one who arrested me."

Little Forgrim's eyes burned with rage; the anger of being betrayed made him eager to find a target to vent his frustration on.

“This is a deal. Fabius gave you to me.” Tarasin gripped his scepter, confronting young Vorgrim.
Even with his sturdy metal body, Tarasin knew perfectly well that he was no match for a Primarch.

Primarchs are the pinnacle of genetic creation, incorporating the power of the warp. Once fully awakened, they possess power comparable to that of a god.

He was simply an old scholar who loved archaeology.

“I will go to him, but for now, I need to collect some interest first.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Little Forgrim launched an attack on Tarasin.

His movements were so fast that they created afterimages in the air.

A punch was thrown, creating a sonic boom in the air.

He doesn't need weapons; his fists are enough for him to defeat all the enemies here.

In just two rounds, Tarasin was sent flying and crashed into the wall.

His metallic body nearly cracked open.

Green coolant flowed out along the crack, just like his blood.

Several Holy Guards rushed over to shield their master from young Forgrim.

Taking advantage of the situation, Tarasim produced a cube whose surface was engraved with endless necromantic runes.

A unique, ethereal green glow emanated from the box.

"Let them all become my collection."

Tarasin unlocked the box.
A beam of light erupted forth and spread rapidly.
In an instant, time and space ceased to flow, and everything fell into a state of stillness.

Tarasin smiled.

In the end, he won.

But the next second, the Chosen Ones, who should have stopped moving, started moving again.

"Luckily, Xiling was there, otherwise we would have been tricked."

The warlord felt somewhat fortunate.

They were wearing the Hellfire Elite Power Armor developed by Xiling.
In addition to its excellent performance, this power armor can also borrow some of Xiling's power at crucial moments.

When they were controlled by the static force field released by the dimensional cube in Tarachin's hands...

Xiling then activated the Hell Vanguard's spacetime device, granting players a unique spacetime field that allows them to move freely within the static force field.

"This is impossible! How could you possibly do this!" Tarasin, usually so composed, sounded flustered.

He never imagined that his foolproof trick would fail him.

It's worth noting that Latitude Cube uses technology from Star God.
How could humanity possibly crack the technology of the Star God?

This is not scientific?

Doesn't this defy common sense about the universe?
Zhan Shuai and his men surrounded Tarasin.

“Now, it’s time for reckoning, Tarasin.”

"Surrender, you can't escape."

"Endless One, you don't want this either..."

Holding his scepter, Tarasim looked at the Chosen Ones surrounding him, made a snap decision, and launched an attack.

After a fierce battle, he was pinned to the ground, unable to move.

"Next time, I won't lose."

Tarasin shouted,
Immediately afterwards, he wanted to free his mind and escape.

Zhan Shuai quickly took out a collar device and put it on the other person's metal neck.

With a click, the collar automatically locked, and fine metal tentacles grew and attached themselves to Tarasin's body.

Immediately afterwards, a jumble of disordered code appeared in Tarachin's eyes.
His mind and thoughts were trapped inside his body, unable to break free.

"How could you possibly possess such technology?"

Tarachin was truly panicked this time.

Using his escape ability to flee the battlefield is his ultimate survival tactic.

Now, it's malfunctioning!!
How can this be? ?
"You've made so many trips before, did you really think we wouldn't be prepared this time??"

Tarachin's substitution tactics were a major annoyance to the War General and his team.

After finally defeating one, it turned out to be an avatar.
Defeat the other, or the avatar.

Taraxin is a master of the survivalist path; it would be a shame if he didn't transmigrate to a world of immortals to cultivate immortality.

The twisted man took the dimensional magic from Tarasin's hand, shut it down, and allowed time and space on the battlefield to flow again.

The changes in all things in the world have once again returned to an unstoppable path.

Everything that had been stopped was rushing to make up for the few seconds that had just been lost.

Almost instantly, everything happened.

Little Foggrim regained his mobility.
The fist, which had been paused, fell and slammed into a Holy Guard, sending him flying and crashing into the distance with a thud.

"Mission accomplished. Have the Eternal Punishment warship teleport us away."

Rescuing little Fugrim and capturing Tarashin, both mission objectives have been achieved.

Zhan Shuai and other players decided to leave the battlefield.

They established communication with the warships in orbit, requesting to be teleported back.

The necromancers went berserk; they couldn't just stand by and watch their overlord be captured.

But the players were already prepared.

Several players stayed behind to cover the rear, prepared to sacrifice themselves to buy time for the other players to evacuate.

"The Eternal Punishment warship has locked onto our coordinates, everyone move closer."

Bright arcs of light appeared beside Zhan Shuai.
Tiny bolts of lightning seemed to come alive, leaping and dancing around him.

"Let's go, let's get out of here first."

Jūjō and the twisted man pushed little Forgrim to the side of the Warmaster.

The undead warriors launched a relentless attack on the players, successfully defeating them.
But it was all too late.
A dazzling light appeared, enveloping Zhan Shuai and the others.
After the light faded, they left directly.
Only a group of undead lords and warriors remained on the spot, letting out desperate roars.

Tarasim's capture caused panic among the necromancy's high command.

As an assistant, Sennett stepped forward to take charge.

"The curator still has a backup in the world of Solemnas, so he can be resurrected in the world of the Tomb as soon as he dies."

After using this excuse to appease many high-ranking officials,
Sennett then ordered the remaining troops to continue using the dimensional wormhole to evacuate the planet that was about to fall.

When Little Fatty and the other players stormed in, the pyramid was already deserted, leaving only the collections that had not yet been moved.

This battle, which lasted for several months, has now come to an end.

News of the victory quickly reached Terra.
The news of the capture of a space necromantic overlord was like a bombshell, causing a huge uproar.

As soon as news of the expeditionary fleet's return to the solar system spread, countless people lined up at the port.

The loading and unloading channels were once blocked, making it completely impassable.

Qin Yun had no choice but to deploy the army to maintain order and prevent a catastrophic stampede.
Only when law enforcement officers wield stun batons and lead teams of officers in power armor can they deter fanatical crowds.

They were made to stand obediently outside the cordon. Several paths were cleared at the port platform to allow people who wanted to leave to depart smoothly.

When the warships of the punitive expeditionary force entered the harbor, the long-waiting crowd cheered.

When the players emerged from the warship with the captured space necromancer overlord...

The cheers were deafening and overwhelming.

The long-awaited state church personnel scattered flowers, taking the opportunity to praise the emperor.

It was common knowledge throughout the Empire that the Chosen Ones were the Emperor's retinue.

The welcoming ceremony was incredibly grand, and the participating players grinned from ear to ear, waving to the crowd.

Upon exiting the warship, they were inspected by specialized mechanical sages.
They were instructed to remove some of their strange decorations and put on their armor properly to avoid causing discomfort to the public.

This is Qin Yun's order.
After all, gamers are generally people who just want to have fun.

He was genuinely worried that these guys would put on a show of spinning around like giant birds at such an important event.

Just imagining that scene is enough to make one's vision go black.

As the chosen ones and imperial heroes received cheers and flowers from the people,

However, a group of people were secretly transported to the surface by black transport boats.

They were none other than Young Foghrim, and Masanor, the Shadowmoon Wolf, and other Astartes.

For certain special reasons, they cannot appear in public to avoid causing unnecessary public opinion storms.

“We were the main characters,” Massanor said, his voice tinged with sadness.

Before being taken away by Tarachin, he had enjoyed countless such welcoming ceremonies.
They walked proudly past the crowd, receiving cheers, flowers, and applause from the people.

Now, he's like a rat in the street.

They can only hide in the shadows and can no longer stand in the spotlight.

"Father, why? Why did you betray us? You loved the Emperor so much, and you swore to give your life for Him."

Masanor asked the question again and again, but no one could give him an answer.

They are the Shadowmoon Wolves, the Emperor's noble warriors.

But in this era, there is no place for them.

Little Foggrim also appeared gloomy.

If he appears in front of the public,

The Steel Hand Chapter, having lost its Primarch, will surely bring numerous sub-chapters to Terra to demand an explanation.

His true form personally severed the head of the Steel Hand Primarch.

This is a hatred the Steel Hand Chapter will never forget.
The black transport ship entered Terra silently and sent these people of special status to a secluded place for resettlement.

………………

Trajan, as commander of the royal guard, also participated in the celebration.

But his gaze would always unconsciously fall on those chosen ones.

These powerful chosen ones had all participated in the pilgrimage expedition and had visited the central hub of the network—the City of Miracles.

That was the main battlefield of the cyber war.
The Chosen Ones obtained many of the relics of the sacrificed Imperial Guards there.

These relics had been used many times and were damaged, which caused Tula great distress.

After the celebration ended, Trajan found Qin Yun and knelt before him on one knee.

“Sage, I wish to retrieve the relics in the hands of the Chosen Ones, which are suffering irreversible damage.”

"If it continues to be placed in the hands of the chosen ones, it will probably break down completely soon and be abandoned by them."

Qin Yun stopped what he was doing. "So, you want the Chosen Ones to hand over the relics they obtained?"

“Yes,” Trajan nodded. “So many of those guards sacrificed themselves; they deserve to be remembered by posterity. Let them leave a mark on this world, my sage.”

After thinking for a while, Qin Yun created a task.

Mission: Recover the remains of Imperial heroes who died in the ancient Internet Wars.
Trajan, the commander of the Custodian army, was overcome with grief upon seeing the Chosen One carrying the equipment of the Custodians who had died in battle.

He was heartbroken at the thought that the heroes of the Empire who fought to the last moment on the Internet for the Empire still had not been able to rest in peace.

It's time to bring our fallen heroes home.

Go to Trajan to register, and he will explain the details of the mission.

Mission Requirements: Bring back the remains or belongings of fallen Imperial Guards from the Netway. The mission score will be assessed based on their value.

Mission Reward: A One-Day Experience with the Imperial Guards (You can wear the Imperial Guards' golden armor, wield their unique halberds, and complete a day's mission in the Imperial Palace.)
Commission Rewards: The top ten contributors can enter the throne room and observe the emperor's majestic figure up close.

Top three contributors: Receive an extra Blood Game trial card (You can plan a thrilling infiltration, simulate killing the Imperial Guards along the way, and finally successfully reach the Golden Throne.)
First place on the contribution list: Gain access to the palace dungeon, serve as a jailer, and guard Abaddon's good brother, Kayan, for one day.

(You may take photos of all the above experiences, and the official photos will be sent to your personal email address.)

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"Sage, is this really going to work?" Trajan looked at the task with some uncertainty.

Qin Yun nodded, "Not only will it work, but those chosen ones will thank you."

Trajan looked puzzled.
But in the end, they made up their minds and sent out the task.

This task will appear in the taskbar as soon as it appears.
This immediately excited the advanced players who had just participated in the welcoming ceremony.

War General: "Ah, no, assassinate the Emperor? Is it that exciting?"

Jūjōrō: "@Zhanshuai, this mission suits you perfectly."

Little Fatty: "I witnessed the War General personally killing the Emperor."

Sea turtle: "Loken's terrier isn't allowed."

"This task allows you to take photos!"

"We have to make a big splash with this, to show off!"

"I'm going to find Trajan now. You two can talk slowly."

"Shameless, I'm going too."

"..."

Players are very enthusiastic about this mission.
They didn't even have time to arrange the subsequent banquet; they rushed off to take on the mission.

Due to the game mechanics, all missions are limited to a certain number of players.
First come, first served; slow and you'll miss out. If you're slow, you won't even get a drop of soup.

Trajan was initially a little apprehensive, as he was giving the chosen ones a task with the reward of a day's work as a member of the Custodian Guard.

That sounds a bit far-fetched!

Until he saw the Chosen Ones appear at the end of the corridor,
The way he looked at me was like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

"The commander of the Imperial Guards is there!"

"Charge! The mission is ours!"

"Don't try to take it, give me some face."

"........."

Seeing the Chosen Ones howling in relief, Turalyon breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems the mission to retrieve the remains of the Imperial Guards has been accomplished.

These Chosen Ones are really strange. Are they so happy to let them experience the life of the Imperial Guard?
Trajan stood there, pondering how to speak in a way that would be more imposing and authoritative.

He cleared his throat, preparing his words.
“Chosen Ones, you…”

The players were running too fast and couldn't stop in time, so they all crashed into us.

Trajan, who was preoccupied with thinking of words, was sent flying by the impact.
The dignified commander of the Imperial Guards slid seven or eight meters across the ground like that.

The noisy players suddenly fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances.
P.S.: Updates have resumed at 12 o'clock. I must keep updating consistently.

(End of this chapter)