The Mutants lingering outside the blast door became agitated when they heard the gate opening.
Howls erupted one after another.
They constantly threw themselves at the blast door, making "thump, thump" sounds.
Some Mutants even tried to squeeze through the gap in the door.
The Players were startled by the frenzied enemies and instinctively retreated a few steps.
The Mutants looked terrifying.
Their exposed bodies were covered in tumors and slimy tentacles.
Their heads had sharp horns, and their hands were covered in chitin or had also transformed into tentacles.
When they roared, they exhaled a nauseating stench.
Their eyes were filled with madness, as if they wished to devour all living beings whole.
"Damn it, you scared me to death."
"Are Mutants really that scary?!"
"A game being too realistic isn't always a good thing!!"
"Suddenly, I really admire those Imperial soldiers; this stuff, I'd want to turn and run just by looking at it."
"You guys are too weak; look at Old Bird, fearless in the face of danger, his expression unchanged even when a mountain crumbles before him—that's a true man."
"My legs are just weak from fear; quick, come help me up."
Bang!
Bang!
Muffled gunshots rang out behind the Players.
Several Mutant heads were consecutively blown off.
Brain matter, skull fragments, and flesh splattered together.
Alex, possessing the [Firearms Shooting (Mastery)] skill, was truly a crack shot at such a distance, hitting his targets with every shot.
The headless corpses twitched wildly in front of the Players, incredibly realistic.
"Even this is so realistic?"
"Damn, is this R-rated scene something I should be watching??"
"Holy crap, brain matter just flew out like that."
"This is too amazing; it looks just like the real thing."
"I can't take it anymore; I want to throw up."
The Players' eyes widened as they stared at the scene of flying gore, utterly shocked.
After headshotting another enemy, Alex turned to look at the Players.
"Stand at the very front. Anyone who dares to retreat, I will execute them."
"Show your courage; the Emperor does not need cowardly trash."
As soon as he spoke, the Players, who had been shrinking back, could only obediently step forward.
"Is the Guide also serving as a Commissar?"
"Field execution, this Warhammer specialty must be experienced."
"When I used to watch Warhammer videos, I thought those Imperial soldiers who ran from Warp daemons were too cowardly. Now, it seems they could at least hold on until true Warp daemons arrived. Compared to me, they were terrifyingly strong."
"These monsters are too terrifying. Luckily, it's just a game. If I had to live in such a world, I'd rather blow my own brains out with a gun."
Alex ignored the Players' complaints.
He held an automatic pistol and shot at the Mutants trying to rush in.
There were many Mutants lingering outside.
But in front of Alex's superb marksmanship, the enemies rushing at the front were living targets.
Head after head was blown off.
Gunfire roared, and flesh flew.
Soon, the ground was covered in severed limbs.
The Mutants were fearless and numerous.
No matter how many fell, new ones would always charge forward.
Relying on their numerical advantage, they eventually forced their way through the open blast door.
"Prepare for battle! For the Emperor!"
Alex shouted, activating his skills – "Prayer" and "Fanaticism."
A faint golden light spread from his body, entering the Players' bodies.
The Players, who had been so scared their legs were weak, felt a surge of power enter their bodies.
They immediately felt stronger.
Their hearts became fearless, no longer afraid of the monsters.
"For the Emperor!"
"For glory!"
"Grab your gear, and kill these bastards."
The first Mutant to rush in tripped over a companion's corpse.
Warmaster seized the opportunity, holding a large wrench with both hands, and swung it violently at the Mutant's head.
A dull thud.
The Mutant's head was smashed like a watermelon.
Its corpse lay on the ground, twitching for a while.
"Damn, what a realistic feel."
Warmaster's tone was excited, without any discomfort.
The other Players, empowered by the "Fanaticism" and "Prayer" skills,
also swung their crude weapons, striking at the incoming Mutants.
The Players' bodies, shaped by the Emperor, were stronger than ordinary humans.
Even with crude weapons, they could break the Mutants' limbs or smash their heads.
Moreover, the doorway wasn't large, allowing at most three or four Mutants to rush in at once.
The Players had the numerical advantage.
The Mutants that rushed in were beaten to a pulp by their combined efforts, their bones broken and sinews torn.
After falling, they were finished off, their heads literally smashed in.
After continuously killing several Mutants, Warmaster excitedly shouted,
"My level has increased, and I've learned the skill [Melee Combat (Basic)]."
"I've also leveled up, but why is the skill I learned [Warp Sense (Basic)]? Am I a psyker freak?"
"…"
After more than ten minutes of fighting, the Mutants lingering at the doorway were hunted down one by one.
Alex put away his automatic pistol, its barrel hot.
He checked his combat rewards.
He killed a total of 103 Mutants, gaining 1000 + 530 Faith Points.
Of these, 50 Mutants were killed by him.
For each kill, he gained 20 Faith Points.
The remaining 53 were killed by the Players.
For each kill, he gained 10 Faith Points, while the remaining 10 Faith Points went to the Player.
This was equivalent to a 55 split.
Good heavens, it's a contracting system after all.
Alex silently complained in his mind.
As the general contractor, he took missions from the Emperor and then subcontracted them to the Players to complete.
If something went wrong, he, as the general contractor, would likely be held responsible.
As expected of the Perpetuals, they've mastered the subcontracting system.
[Congratulations, you have gained experience.
Level: LV3 -> LV4.
Learned skill: Purification.
(Can dispel the evil forces of the Warp and remove all negative effects)]
"It seems that leveling up is quite easy at the start."
After checking his gains, Alex looked at the other Players.
"Check the enemy corpses. If any aren't dead, finish them off."
No sooner had he spoken than he heard someone shout,
"Hey, this guy has a weapon!"
Old Bird pulled a large-caliber pistol from a fallen Mutant.
"Can we really loot enemy equipment?"
"Quick, look around, there must be other equipment."
Seeing someone looting equipment from a Mutant,
everyone realized they had underestimated the value of the term "100% freedom."
No guns, no cannons, the enemy will make them for us.
The wisdom of the older generation could also apply here.
"Something's wrong, why did I get a Corruption BUFF?"
Old Bird, who had just been happy, now looked flustered.
He dropped the pistol he had just picked up as if it were a hot potato.
"On the battlefield, do not casually pick up enemy weapons to use; the evil forces of Chaos have already corrupted them."
Alex strode over.
He bent down and picked up the pistol.
He activated the skill – "Purification."
As a faint golden light appeared, the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star symbol on the grip slowly dissipated, transforming into the Aquila insignia.
He threw the gun back to Old Bird.
"Your performance was very brave. This is your spoils of war."
"No more Corruption BUFF." Old Bird grinned, holding the gun with fondness, unable to put it down.
Alex added, "I can purify a weapon for each of you once, but next time, you'll have to use Faith Points at the shrine to purify the Chaos evil forces on your weapons."
The other Players all lowered their heads and searched, hoping to find other weapons.
Unfortunately, under normal circumstances, crew members were not equipped with weapons.
After all, Warp travel was very oppressive, and crew members could easily lose control.
Only supervisors or armed crew members were equipped with weapons to prevent possible unrest.
Over a hundred corpses.
Only Old Bird had a gun.
The rest were just small, portable items like daggers.
It seemed the incident on the Imperial Glory happened very suddenly.
After the Geller Field was breached, the crew didn't even have time to react before they were corrupted or slaughtered by Warp creatures.
"How about giving me the gun? I'll give you Holy Terra (Earth/Reality) money, a thousand." Zigman walked over, hoping to buy the gun from Old Bird.
"I'll offer ten thousand." Little Fatty also shouted, "Old Bird, give me the gun, and I'll transfer the money to you when we get back."
"Damn it, you're trying to snatch this from me too, huh?" Zigman glared at Little Fatty.
"I want to use a gun too; I'm not used to this water pipe." Little Fatty wasn't afraid and glared back at Zigman.
Tenjiro grinned, revealing a mischievous smile, and interjected between Zigman and Little Fatty.
"This is the first gun dropped in Warhammer OL, this epic game. If the game becomes popular in the future, this gun will have commemorative significance. Selling it for ten thousand isn't worth it."
As soon as he said this, the other Players also looked at the gun in Old Bird's hand, their eyes burning with eagerness.
They had personally experienced Warhammer OL.
It was simply a dimensionality reduction strike against other games on the market.
Once it entered open beta, it would definitely explode in popularity.
In other words, the first-ever dropped gun in Old Bird's hand could very likely be hyped to an astronomical price in the future.
"I'm not short on money, I'm not selling it." Old Bird caressed the pistol, unable to put it down, finding more satisfaction than touching his own wife.
"There are still many such weapons, no need to fight over them," Alex said. "Weapons not blessed by the Emperor cannot be bound; they will drop upon death, and items obtained in the closed beta may not be retained in the open beta."
"Guns are not rare on this ship. Once we reclaim the armory, I will issue firearms and ammunition to each of you."
"Now, prepare yourselves and continue to advance. For the Emperor, we must reclaim the Imperial Glory as quickly as possible."
PS: The invincible Warmaster completed the Thirteenth Black Crusade on loan.