Alex held a Boltgun in one hand and a Power Sword tightly in the other, striding at the very front of the squad.
The Boltgun roared, and a Mutant's body exploded in response.
Fragments of flesh and blood splattered everywhere, leaving bloodstains on the bulkhead.
The Power Sword hummed, its ion field-wrapped blade tearing through the air.
The grotesque, decaying flesh was cut open like tofu.
The Players followed closely behind Alex, eliminating the remaining enemies.
The Mutants along the way were slaughtered before they could even react.
Players who were a bit slower couldn't even snatch a single kill.
"Damn it, you bloody kill-stealing 峽谷人頭狗, can't you be a little slower?!"
Scalp watched as the Mutant in front of him was headshotted with a single shot, then turned to look at the culprit, his face full of displeasure.
"If you're bad, practice more. If you can't stand losing, don't play."
Old Bird blew on the muzzle of his gun, looking like a Western cowboy.
"Damn it!" Scalp gave Old Bird the middle finger. "I'll see who's bad. It's time to remind you, you scoundrel, of the fear brought by CF's Gun King."
Whoosh!
A laser shot over, piercing Scalp's thigh and sending him to the ground, screaming in pain.
"Haha, still CF Gun... Ah."
Old Bird hadn't finished speaking when another laser attack struck him in the shoulder, causing him to scream repeatedly as well.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Sharp whistling sounds echoed one after another.
Dense ruby-red beams of light streaked through the heavy air.
Leaving scorching burn marks on the metal walls.
The other Players, seeing the unfavorable situation, quickly hid behind cover.
After observing, they discovered a group of corrupted armed crewmen standing on a domed Bridge in front of the Praying Sanctuary.
Their bodies were covered in Chaos markings, and they held laser guns, pouring fire down on the Players from above.
The enemy's firepower was fierce, and they held the high ground, forcing Alex to temporarily avoid their attacks.
He hid behind a metal pedestal.
Periodically, he would lean out and fire his Boltgun at the corrupted armed crewmen.
His aim was precise; he typically took down one enemy with a single bolt.
"My leg!!"
Little Fatty, who tried to flank and sandwich the enemy, was shot in the right leg while running and screamed in pain from behind cover.
"You're wounded. Do you want to retreat with the other injured and receive treatment first?"
Twisted person extended a hand and helped Little Fatty up.
"This small injury? How can I leave the front line? What if my kill count falls behind? What if the new map progress is slow?"
"Keep charging, don't worry about me. For the Emperor."
Little Fatty didn't hesitate for a second, directly refusing his teammate's suggestion.
The next second, he stumbled to his feet and continued to shoot at the distant enemies.
The injured Scalp and Old Bird saw this and also got up.
"For the Emperor."
"For the Emperor."
They shouted while shooting at the enemy.
Seeing this, Alex silently gave them a thumbs up in his heart.
A team ranking and a new map had hooked these Players like fish.
Even when injured, they remained loyal to the Emperor.
What is loyalty? This is loyalty.
"Feel the Warp's fury."
Tenjiro gathered Warp energy in his hands.
He condensed an Ethereal Shard, like an ice crystal.
And threw it.
Instantly headshotting two helmeted armed crewmen.
Spiritual power flames and blood gushed from the headless bodies' necks.
"This psychic power gets stronger with use. He can instantly kill even those with helmets." Old Bird looked on with envy.
Tenjiro tossed his hair and coolly said, "Get ready to ride my coattails. The strongest spellcaster in the Warhammer Universe is about to be born."
"Kicking Tzeentch, punching Khorne, there's no one like me in Warhammer."
A moment later, Tenjiro knelt on the ground, clutching his head and screaming due to excessive use of psychic power.
"Uh, it seems this coattail isn't very reliable."
Warmaster pulled Tenjiro up.
"Your enemy-killing is so-so, but your kneeling posture seems to be getting more proficient."
Tenjiro's face turned red, veins bulged on his forehead, and he began to argue.
"How can a psyker be called kneeling? This is a reverent posture of resonance with the Warp."
This was followed by a string of phrases like "Emperor protect," "I will definitely become the strongest psyker in the future," "punching Ahriman," and "kicking the one-eyed Ogryn."
Which made the other Players laugh.
For a moment, the battlefield was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
After a difficult battle.
The corrupted armed crewmen were eventually shot down one by one by Alex and the Players.
Afterward, they arrived at the Praying Sanctuary.
This should have been the holiest place on the entire warship.
Now, however, it had become a place of defiled horror.
The towering hero statues had their heads chopped off and replaced with Mutant heads bearing the eight-pointed star Chaos mark.
Many bodies of priests and sisters were hung on hooks and chains.
Their deaths were extremely tragic; each had suffered inhumane torture before dying.
Two other priests, like the suffering Christ, were impaled on the sacred gate by desecrated iron thorns.
The original angel reliefs on the gate were damaged beyond recognition.
Un-dried blood and unknown biological fluids made the ground sticky.
"This Warhammer OL can even be played as a horror game!" Zhuge frowned as he looked at the environment of the Sanctuary.
No sooner had he spoken than dull footsteps resounded.
Two giant figures, over two meters tall, clad in heavy armor and covered in Chaos markings, emerged from the depths of the Sanctuary.
Their bodies were severely mutated, covered in bone spurs, grotesque and terrifying.
They carried a large fuel tank on their backs, and their thick arms were fused with a flamethrower.
Upon seeing the Players, they let out low roars.
Then, their black muzzles spewed out scorching tongues of fire at the Players.
The scorching flames swept in, forcing the Players to scatter and dodge.
"Corrupted Ecclesiarchy Executioners??"
"The fuel tanks on their backs should contain promethium. This kind of flame is very difficult to extinguish. Everyone be careful; if you get even a little on you, you'll be burned alive."
Tenjiro, hiding behind a pillar, shouted to the other Players.
Although the gushing flames were blocked by the pillar, the high temperature they emitted still slightly curled his hair, giving off a burnt smell.
"Burned alive! This game is so realistic that we can actually be burned to death?" Bald Donkey's eyes widened.
Zigman fired a few shots, then, seeing the flames approaching, quickly ducked behind cover and said to Bald Donkey:
"Given the game's official pursuit of realism, at most, it'll reduce the pain, so you don't scream as horribly."
The flamethrower-equipped Executioners once suppressed the Players, making them unable to move.
Even Alex dared not act rashly.
When Players were injured, the pain would automatically be dulled.
Or, once the pain reached a certain level, it would disconnect, returning them to Holy Terra (Earth/Reality).
But Alex was different.
If he got burned, he would experience the entire process of being burned to death.
This was not a pleasant experience.
When both Executioners were dealing with the Players, intending to turn them into barbecue.
Alex leaned out and shot at one of the Executioners.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
The Executioner's head exploded, and its headless body crashed to the ground.
"Fire in the hole!"
Bald Donkey threw a frag grenade at the sole remaining Executioner.
Boom!
An explosion knocked the opponent down.
The fuel tank cracked due to the impact, and the promethium inside poured out, igniting itself and emitting a terrible stench.
With the two Executioners dealt with, there were no more enemies.
Alex stepped into the magnificent Praying Sanctuary and lit the brazier in front of the Emperor's statue.
He could feel a sacred power instantly filling the Praying Sanctuary.
At this point, control of the entire Bridge was recovered.
Alex distributed the contribution points for completing the mission, then arranged tasks for the Players to collect loot and clear various compartments.
Because they could earn contribution points, the Players were very enthusiastic.
However, some Players chose to go offline because they still had work during the day.
The Players who went offline bowed before the Emperor's statue, then their bodies transformed into light and disappeared into the shrine.
After assigning tasks to the remaining Players, Alex checked his own gains.
PS: Four Chaos Gods: Oh no, robbers!
I apologize, due to correcting typos and grammatical errors, today's second chapter was published later than usual.