While the other two teams fought to reclaim the data processing hub and the Communications Main Control Room, Alex, with the strongest combat power, was not idle either.
He led a team composed of five Players: Little Fatty, Wrist Bro, Twisted person (Twisted person must use the Ning Ba Hammer), Sea Turtle (I'll make you Sea Turtle Soup), and Bald Donkey (Genestealer! I can tell at a glance you're not human).
Their mission was to regain control of the Command Hall.
That was where the Captain and his staff team were located.
It was also the brain of the entire warship.
If Imperial Glory's various sub-systems were still running, the entire ship's status could be seen there.
Alex's level was not much different from the Players'.
However, the blessing of the Living Saint, combined with having more skills than the Players, made his combat power far exceed theirs.
Under his leadership, the team's advance speed could be described as exaggerated.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In front of the magnificent gate of the Command Hall, a large number of Mutants lingered.
Gunshots rang out, and the Mutants' heads exploded one after another.
They tried to charge over, but Little Fatty and the others coordinated very well.
They used crossfire to shoot them down.
Soon, the battle ended.
A pile of corpses lay in front of the gate.
Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the battle was over, a Mutant rushed out from a nearby room.
It opened its bloody maw, revealing sharp fangs, and roared as it pounced on Alex.
Alex's expression was calm; he was no longer the rookie whose legs would turn soft at the sight of a Mutant.
He swung his entrenching tool, accurately smashing it onto the opponent's head.
The terrifying force sent the Mutant flying, then it heavily crashed into the distance.
The Mutant tried to get up, but Little Fatty and the others immediately raised their guns and riddled it with bullets.
Alex walked to the gate, entered the password on the controller, and opened the blast door.
"Get ready for battle, it might be a tough fight," Little Fatty shouted.
The gate slowly opened, and everyone raised their guns, ready for a fierce battle.
But there were no enemies inside, only corpses everywhere.
The Command Hall was magnificent.
Several massive pillars supported the heavy dome.
Layers of workstations were mostly damaged.
Internal parts were torn out, and exposed cables crackled with electricity.
There were no Mutants in the hall, only corpses everywhere.
Most of the corpses still maintained human form.
Their heads and torsos were covered with laser and bolter wounds.
It was clear that these people had been executed before they fully transformed.
"They're all dead," Little Fatty's eyes widened, "What happened?"
"You'll have to ask the Emperor about that," Wrist Bro shrugged.
"You guys just aren't loyal enough. You always want to ask the Emperor about everything. Can't you be more ambitious and figure it out yourselves?"
Twisted person grumbled while holding his laser gun, looking around for enemies.
"I didn't expect there to be un-enlightened souls on this ship."
A hoarse voice echoed in the flickering lights of the hall.
The Players' nerves instantly tensed, and they all pointed their guns at the source of the voice.
A man in a naval uniform, with a bolter and Power Sword hanging from his waist, emerged from the darkness.
The man's face seemed cursed, ghastly and terrifying.
One eye looked as if it had melted and then solidified, the flesh congealed together.
The other eye was replaced by a crimson bionic eye.
Two data cables extended from the eye socket, implanted into the back of his head.
The man bared his teeth, revealing a long tongue, and looked unkindly at Alex and his group.
"A mini-boss?"
"He has a bolter, a Power Sword, and armor, definitely a big boss, not a mini-boss."
"Brothers, the chance to get rich has come, we must kill it."
"Contribution points, they're all contribution points, moving contribution points."
The Players' voices were just chaotic noise to the man's ears.
Like the eerie whispers of a demon, he couldn't understand them at all.
He frowned, then spoke: "Pledge your loyalty to me, you poor wretches."
"I am Pascal Hanneman, the Captain of this warship."
"Sorry, we won't betray the Emperor," Alex shook his head.
"Chaos is the ultimate destination."
"I don't think so," Alex raised his gun, "Fire, kill it."
Receiving the order, the Players fired their guns simultaneously.
The Chaos Captain displayed astonishing speed and resilience.
He dodged most of the bullets.
A small portion landed on him, but failed to cause fatal damage.
Then, he raised his bolter and fired at the Players.
Bang! Bang!
Where the bolter rounds landed, debris flew.
"Is the bolter's power so astounding??"
Twisted person hid under a workstation, not daring to look up.
One bolter round could blow his head off.
After firing a few shots, Little Fatty retracted his head and said, "From supernatural Warp demons to physically tech-superior Necrons."
"There's nothing one bolter round can't solve, if there is, then two."
"In Warhammer, bolters are fierce, they are strong; as long as the bolter is used well, demons and Xenos can't escape."
Twisted person rolled his eyes, "Full of rhymes, do you want to take the Scholastia Progenium exam?"
"I do, but the political review won't pass," Little Fatty chuckled.
"Take this laser, Chaos dog."
Bald Donkey shouted while trying to shoot the Chaos Captain's head.
Seeing the opponent turn his head and aim his gun at him, he hurriedly hid behind a pillar.
Bang! Bang!
Bolter rounds landed on the pillar.
Explosions continued, causing rubble to fly.
Bald Donkey cowered behind the pillar.
Alex seized the opportunity, holding his entrenching tool, and pounced from the side.
The Chaos Captain swung his Power Sword.
The blade, covered in black arcs of electricity, was incredibly sharp.
Upon impact, the entrenching tool was cut in half.
The red-hot cut edge emitted scorching heat.
Seeing the opponent turn his gun to give him a bolter round, Alex quickly activated his skill [Light of the Emperor].
Golden light burst forth, causing the Chaos Captain to scream in agony and stagger back.
Alex snatched the opponent's Power Sword, activated the skill [Purification], and expelled the Chaos evil force.
The leaping arcs of electricity changed from pitch black to dazzlingly bright.
He flipped the blade and thrust forward, easily piercing the Chaos Captain's body.
Making it wail in sharp agony and stagger to its knees.
Alex originally intended to cut off the opponent's head with one sword.
However, he saw that the evil, filthy light in Pascal Hanneman's eyes had dissipated.
Replaced by tears and pain.
Alex stopped his movement.
Pascal Hanneman's voice was filled with pain, "I tried to stop all this, I killed them, but I myself fell."
"I was too weak, I succumbed to the Chaos evil force, I failed the Emperor, I broke the oath I once made."
"Grant me mercy, please, let this all end."
Alex sighed softly, his voice becoming gentle.
"No! Captain Pascal Hanneman, you have not failed the Emperor. He is proud of you, simply because you have done your utmost and given everything."
Pascal Hanneman's tormented heart found some solace.
He offered the bolter to Alex with both hands.
"This is my family's relic, I hope it can provide you with some help."
"Now, I beg you, grant me mercy. My soul has been corrupted, only death can free me."
Pascal Hanneman looked up at the Power Sword with flickering arcs in Alex's hand, a look of longing in his eyes.
Alex nodded, he gripped the Power Sword tightly and slowly raised it.
"Loyal Imperial warrior, Captain Pascal Hanneman, the Emperor has witnessed your merits and courage, the Emperor has witnessed your unyielding spirit and loyalty."
"In the Emperor's name, I grant you mercy; in the Emperor's name, I grant you forgiveness. May your soul return to the Throne."
The blade fell.
Pascal Hanneman showed a relieved smile.
His lips moved, speaking his last words.
"For the Emperor, for humanity."
"Why do I feel inexplicably sad?" Little Fatty watched the scene, his eyes a little wet.
"Loyalists die by betrayal, devout ones die by corruption, Warhammer's specialty, a must-try."
Twisted person bent down and picked up Pascal Hanneman's head that had rolled to the side.
He placed it next to the headless corpse.
"Pascal Hanneman did well enough. To expect mortals to maintain sanity and loyalty when facing the Warp directly is an unrealistic expectation."
"Another day of loyalty, for humanity," Bald Donkey said.
Alex purged the Chaos evil force from the bolter, hung it on his waist, and then walked to the control console.
Most of the workstations were damaged, but some were still usable.
Alex restarted the operating system and activated the facilities that were still working.
Mechanical hums sounded, and projections flickered into shape.
Various systems self-checked, and accompanied by dense alert sounds, some workstations returned to normal operation.
[Warning: Engine disabled]
[Warning: Auspex array disabled]
[Warning: Power core feedback abnormal]
[Warning:]
[...]
Dense red alerts appeared, showing Alex and the others how bad the Imperial Glory's situation was.
It would require a major overhaul before it could be put back into use.
[Received distress signal from Planet Atoma, open?]
Alex noticed this alert.
He opened the distress signal on the operating interface.
He wanted to see what was going on!
Another day of loyalty, as always, please keep reading to the latest.