The player is playing like a god, and has already advanced to Space Marine level at the start.

Merlo, the Heavenly Court, the City of Angels.

Holy Keisha leaned back lazily, one hand supporting her chin, the other stroking the void as she browsed through the data stream.

Three figures walked over from inside the hall.

Yan led the way, followed closely by A-Zhui and Mo Yi. The three folded their wings and knelt on one knee.

"Your Majesty, we are back." Yan lowered her head.

Keisha paused slightly, scattering the data projection. Her gaze swept over the three people below the steps, finally settling on Yan.

"Rise." Keisha's voice echoed in the hall. "I've received the information about Earth. That Lu Xiao has caused quite a stir."

The three angels rose.

"Yes, Your Majesty. The situation is more complicated than anticipated. Lu Xiao is not only a powerful warrior, but also an anomaly that cannot be defined by known data."

Yan raised his hand, and the light screen unfolded. The images shifted, showing Tokyo and the battle between Yan and A-Zhui and Sun Wukong on the Gobi Desert.

"He calls himself a 'Space Marine,' from a civilization called the Empire of Man." Yan pointed to the blue steel giant in the image. "He first appeared in Tokyo, an island nation, and slaughtered a human army in the name of 'blood for blood.' He showed no mercy and his methods were extremely cruel, but he claimed it was to pay for blood debts."

Keisha stared at the scene of flying flesh and blood, her expression unchanged.

"After that, he captured the Crocodile God Soton alive," Yan continued, "but instead of executing Soton, he used him as leverage to contact Snow, a subordinate of Death God Karl. He extorted two sets of third-generation divine body resources without any investment."

"Oh? That perverted Karl actually gave it to you?"

"They gave it to him." Yan nodded. "Lu Xiao threatened to kill him. Snow gave in. After obtaining the resources, Lu Xiao quickly upgraded. Now, he possesses a third-generation divine body, and his strength has greatly increased."

Beside Keisha, He Xi turned around.

"An upgrade?" He Xi walked down the steps to the holographic projection. "No dark dimension calculations? No matching gene engine? Resources were directly injected into the body?"

"Yes, King Tianji," Yan replied. "The process was painful, but he persevered. After the upgrade, all his stats underwent a qualitative leap."

He Xi narrowed his eyes, data streams flashing across his blue pupils.

"Interesting." He Xi took a sip of tea. "Go on."

Yan retrieved the final footage. Lu Xiao pierced through Sun Wukong with a single sword strike.

"A-Zhui challenged him to a sparring match. Midway through, Sun Wukong, the Victorious Fighting Buddha from Earth, barged in. Sun Wukong called Lu Xiao a tin can, while Lu Xiao called Sun Wukong an 'alien' and an 'imposter.' The two clashed."

The scene freezes: Lu Xiao's eyes shoot out white light as his sword slashes at the dark alloy iron rod.

"Lu Xiao said that the real Monkey King should not be a manufactured biological weapon. He believed that this Sun Wukong had blasphemed mythology and was an imposter, so he killed him," Yan said. "The white energy he used at the end was what he called 'psychic energy'."

My all-seeing eye couldn't analyze it; that power could directly interfere with the rules of matter, instantly burning away Sun Wukong's genetic engine.

Keisha changed her position, crossing her legs.

"Yan, I was looking at the information when you messaged me to upload it." Keisha pointed to her temple. "What do you guys think of that Lu Xiao?"

Ah took a step forward.

"Your Majesty, I've fought him." Ah Zhui clenched her fist, still savoring the impact. "He's a warrior worthy of respect."

His fighting style was incredibly pure, devoid of any flashy moves, consisting entirely of lethal strikes. But he was also incredibly calculating. Whether it was blackmailing Karl or striking at Sun Wukong at that precise moment, he had meticulously calculated the gains and losses of each step.

"Scheming?" Keisha smiled. "How can you survive in this universe without scheming?"

She looked at He Xi.

"You old devil, you've been staring for so long, have you figured anything out yet?"

He Xi put down her teacup, tapped the projection with her fingertip, and disassembled Lu Xiao's power armor and weapon models.

"It doesn't make sense." He Xi shook her head as she looked at the data. "Look, this Lu Xiao doesn't have a super gene or a gene engine. According to our theoretical system, he's just an ordinary creature with slightly stronger physical attributes. So why is his combat power stronger than that of a typical third-generation super soldier?"

He Xi pointed to the power sword.

"This sword decomposes force fields. The technical principle is very crude; it directly breaks the molecular bonds of matter through a high-frequency force field. But the material of this sword is neither Dark Silver nor Dark Iron, but a high-density composite metal. And this armor as well."

The image zooms in to show the shoulder armor.

"Ceramic steel. A mixture of ceramic and metal. It sounds primitive, but after special processing, its hardness and heat resistance are ridiculously high."

This thick layer of ceramic steel power armor offers physical defense many times stronger than standard dark alloy armor. Add to that force field shield, wow.

He Xi turned to face Keisha.

"Tomboy, this technological approach is completely different from ours. We're going to use dark energy to rewrite reality through computation."

They pursued the pinnacle of materials science and engineering, focusing on massive cannons, colossal warships, and heavily armored swords. Though cumbersome, they were undeniably effective.

Keisha nodded.

"I read that novel too."

With a flick of her finger, Keisha conjured a heavy virtual book in mid-air, its cover bearing the title "Warhammer 40: Rise of the Dark Empire".

"Lu Xiao's power originates from the genetic seed within him." Keisha turned the page of the book, and the holographic projection changed accordingly, displaying a huge blue badge, the "Ω" symbol of the Ultra Warriors.

"Judging from his power armor paint job, he belongs to the Thirteenth Legion, the Ultramarines Legion. His gene seed originated from a Primarch named Robert Guilliman."

"The Primarch?" He Xi's interest was piqued. "Similar to our main god?"

"That's one way to understand it," Keisha said. "Furthermore, Lu Xiao used the third-generation divine body resources given to him by Karl to upgrade himself. This caused a second mutation in his already powerful gene seed."

Keisha pointed to the passage about Guilliman in the book.

"This Primarch was already ambitious during the Great Crusade. The book records that during the Horus Rebellion, before the rebels even reached Terra, this Guilliman had already established a 'Second Empire'."

While the initial intention was to preserve the human race, this political maneuvering and strategic vision are truly extraordinary.

Keisha looked at Yan.

"Lu Xiao inherited this gene. So A-Zhui is absolutely right when he says he's good at scheming."

He Xi leaned closer, quickly browsing the data, her gaze sweeping over the "Astartes" organization and battle records.

The pupils constrict slightly.

"Wait a minute." He Xi pointed to a passage of text, "The human empire in this story actually uses Space Marines as cannon fodder?"

"What do you mean?" Ah-Zhui asked, puzzled.

"Look here," He Xi said, pointing to data from a battle. "The Battle of Koss. The Ultra Warrior Legion lost over 100,000 super soldiers in this battle."

"More than 100,000?!" Ah Zhui exclaimed in surprise.

The Angelic Civilization has only tens of thousands of active angels, each one a treasure, and the loss of even one is heartbreaking for them.

"And here, the Siege of Terra," He Xi continued reading, "it was a meat grinder. Millions of Space Marines fought on the battlefield, and the death toll was astronomical."

He Xi looked up, her expression incredulous.

"How extravagant is this? Such a wealthy family?" He Xi exclaimed.

She pointed to Lu Xiao in the picture.

"People like Lu Xiao have undergone original casting modifications. The book says that a new recruit from the original casting system can take on three veterans. If it's a veteran from the original casting system, their combat power can double."

He Xi paced back and forth, her skirt swaying.

"In other words, in that story, warriors of Lu Xiao's caliber, while elites, were merely mass-produced elites. They could be sacrificed and depleted in large numbers."

"That's insane," Moy couldn't help but say. "Using super soldiers of this caliber as expendable resources?"

"Because their enemies are even more insane." Keisha closed the book. "Chaos demons, Tyranids, space necromancers—the living conditions in that story are ten thousand times worse than here. There is an eternal war there."

Keisha rose, walked to the edge of the palace, and looked down at the clouds.

"I've confirmed it, this is the IP of the virtual story." Keisha turned around. "But it has indeed appeared. Lu Xiao is the proof."

She returned to the throne.

"You old hag, you're quite interested in that power armor, aren't you?"

He Xi nodded, his eyes gleaming with the light of a research fanatic.

"Indeed. If we could analyze that technology that doesn't require dark energy to power it, equipping our angels with it would greatly enhance their combat capabilities."

"Alright, everyone, you can leave. Yan, you stay on Earth and continue tracking Morgana. As for Lu Xiao, just make sure he doesn't destroy Earth."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The three angels bowed and left the hall.

Only two kings remained in the hall.

"Do you really believe that a fictional story has come true?" He Xi asked.

"Who knows?" Keisha looked at Lu Xiao's image in the void. "Perhaps our world is nothing more than a novel or an anime in the eyes of beings from higher dimensions."

"As long as justice prevails, it doesn't matter whether it's real or virtual. As long as Lu Xiao doesn't fall into depravity or join the cult, he's an ally we can win over."

After all, compared to that perverted Karl, I actually find this canned man who keeps spouting "For the Emperor" more pleasing to the eye.

He Xi chuckled softly, tilted her head back, and drank the tea in her cup to the last drop.

"That's true. At least he's efficient at killing people."