Alex mainly checked the equipment he obtained and the skills he improved.
The first piece of equipment he checked was the Boltgun he acquired from Pascal Hanneman.
He noticed that the grip of the gun was plated with matte chrome gold, resembling an exquisite bone carving.
On either side, it was decorated with a double-headed eagle and a hollowed-out human skull.
On both sides of the barrel, there was a line of gilded small characters.
"Loyalty is its own reward";
"Death is salvation."
A golden light screen appeared, introducing the story of this Boltgun to Alex.
Name: Locke Spearhead Boltgun.
Description: A common Boltgun in the Imperium, immensely powerful, it also explodes upon hitting a target, causing secondary damage to the enemy.
It was bestowed upon the first ancestor of the Hanneman Family for his merits and has been passed down as a sacred artifact since the family's establishment.
The Hanneman Family's generations of loyal faith are condensed within the Boltgun.
When bullets are fired, there is a certain probability of dealing critical damage to the target.
"If you don't want the machine spirit to strike during battle, then daily maintenance is essential."
"May you rest in peace."
Caressing the Boltgun in his hand, Alex mourned for Captain Pascal Hanneman.
A loyal soul returned to the Throne.
Alex also mourned for every deceased person on this ship.
They were all loyalists of the Imperium.
They had once fought fiercely against the Black Legion at Cadia Fortress, on the edge of the Eye of Terror.
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If not for the unexpected damage to the Geller Field, they would surely have continued to fight in the name of the Imperium until their last drop of blood was shed.
"How much sacrifice must humanity make to achieve true salvation?"
Alex put the Boltgun back into the gun holster on his waist, drew his Power Sword, and examined it.
Name: Departmento Munitorum Standard Power Sword
Description: A Power Weapon crafted by Mars for the Departmento Munitorum, usually issued to officers with high-ranking positions.
Once the power field is activated, the blade becomes exceptionally sharp, capable of easily cutting through armor and steel.
"The heads of heretics are like tofu before it."
The Power Sword is considered a valuable personal melee weapon.
Only a few Forge Worlds preserve the relevant manufacturing technology.
When a Power Sword is activated, a blurred blue energy field typically covers the blade.
This energy field can produce a molecular dissociation effect during an attack.
Alex reached out and caressed the cold blade.
With its help, the upcoming cleanup work would surely be smoother.
After putting the Power Sword away, Alex checked his skills.
Skill: Throwing (Beginner) improved to: Throwing (Mastery)
Skill Learned: One-Handed Sword (Beginner)
The Throwing skill was learned when throwing grenades.
The higher the level, the more accurate the throw.
One-Handed Sword was mastered by killing enemies with the Power Sword after obtaining it.
It seemed he would have to practice his sword skills when he had time.
In the Bridge corridor.
Maverick and Zack were gathered around a disabled auto-cannon.
"Are you sure this is how you fix it?"
Maverick, with a screwdriver in hand, fiddled with the complex circuits.
Zack, holding the instruction manual, stood behind him.
They were both students specializing in mechanical repair.
Seeing this damaged auto-cannon, they wanted to see how realistic this game truly was and if they could fix it.
"It must be right. The tech-priests still use binary for coding, and the Imperium's technology should all be based on principles familiar to us."
"Like this, you treat the Cogitator wetware as the processor, responsible for processing data and outputting commands; this is the servo motor, responsible for adjusting left and right directions; this is the detector."
"..."
The Imperium of Man inherited the STC template technology from the Golden Age.
The scientists who designed the STC templates considered various situations that humanity might encounter when colonizing alien planets.
They adopted a 'foolproof' operation and repair method.
If a module was broken, you just replaced that module.
As for how it worked, the user didn't need to know.
After some tinkering, Maverick and Zack actually repaired the auto-turret and even programmed it, slightly improving its efficiency.
Upon learning of this, the Players swarmed over.
Watching the auto-turret constantly rotating and detecting targets, their eyes widened one by one.
"This works?? This game is so awesome I don't even know how to describe it!!"
"What's the difference between this and the real world?"
"I haven't read much, so I can only say it's awesome."
"..."
Alex came over and inspected it.
After confirming that the auto-turret was indeed operational again, he was also somewhat shocked.
He hadn't expected the Players to give him such a surprise.
Encouragement, it must be encouraged.
Alex turned around and announced something to the Players.
"Players Maverick and Zack have repaired the turret; each will be rewarded with ten thousand contribution points."
The Players immediately burst into an uproar.
"You can even get contribution points for this."
"The game is good, here, actively working truly gets rewards."
"I'm jealous, I'm going to call Mars immediately, someone here is desecrating the holy machine spirit."
"Brothers, let's grind, 996 is no longer loyal enough, it must be 007."
"..."
Seeing Zack and Maverick receive rewards, the Players were all full of drive.
Even before Alex assigned tasks, they actively sought things to do.
Seeing the Players so self-motivated, Alex was also very pleased and let them do as they pleased.
Once they achieved results, he would directly issue rewards.
Around six in the evening.
Alex, at the control console, opened the chat group interface.
He was preparing to release the second batch of reservation slots.
At this time, One Night Output Slaanesh Ten Times, as the administrator, was sharing the latest gains and strategies in the group.
One Night Output Slaanesh Ten Times: "After exploration, we discovered a lot of new content, related to the next map and new gameplay."
A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "(JPG: Gnashing teeth), I haven't even gotten a qualification yet? How are you already playing on a new map?"
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "The Regent is very angry, the Regent will declare you heretics."
I Don't Want to Be a Stinky Can: "I'll give you damned first-batch Players a bowl of Father Nurgle's soup."
"Administrator [One Night Output Slaanesh Ten Times] has enabled group mute."
One Night Output Slaanesh Ten Times: "Let me finish first, then you can hate me with jealous eyes (dog head for protection)."
"Last night, under the leadership of the Guide, we recaptured the command hall. And there we received a distress message from the Valanxius Family on Planet Atoma."
"The Imperial Glory's Astropath is already dead, but the communication system can still receive distress messages."
"This means this message is not an Astropathic message, but a message received after arriving in this star system, which means the new map is near the Imperial Glory."
"Let's talk about the background of the new map. This Valanxius is a family with a Rogue Trader Warrant personally signed by the Emperor, and Planet Atoma is their colony."
"Due to the expansion of the Eye of Terror, Chaos Cultists rioted, sparking a large-scale rebellion, and the situation is currently out of control."
"A moon-class battleship requires thousands of people to barely operate."
"Besides that, the hull needs to be repaired, and supplies need to be replenished, so recovering the Imperial Glory and then going to Planet Atoma is an inevitable event."
"The Imperial Glory will resupply and recruit personnel on Planet Atoma, and at the same time, it will participate in the war on Planet Atoma, suppress the local Cultists, and restore the glory of the God-Emperor."
"As for whether or not to help the Valanxius Family, and how to help, it is still an unknown, requiring more clues to analyze."
"The second point is about new gameplay. Two Players, relying on their knowledge, repaired an auto-turret and received a reward of ten thousand contribution points."
"This indicates that the game official encourages us to explore more gameplay, not just killing monsters, but also farming and taking the logistics route."
"Players in science and engineering are getting a wave of good news; building colossal wonders like the Heavenly Punishment Colossus, Dyson Spheres, and Halos is not a dream."
"This is all the game's harvest for today. If there is any new information, I will update it immediately."
"Administrator [One Night Output Slaanesh Ten Times] has disabled group mute."
Chosen Llama: "So much envy, jealousy, and hatred! I haven't even played yet, and you guys have already unlocked new poses!!"
Sky Braid is a Symbol of the Strong: "Rogue Trader Warrant?? And signed by the Emperor, this Valanxius Family is not simple."
Krieg, who is lost: "This Valanxius Family seems to have something fishy going on. Possessing a warrant signed by the Emperor, yet they are reduced to seeking help from a moon-class battleship of unknown origin."
Dora is the Most True Lord of Myriad Machines: "I can't take it anymore, I want to play too, I'm addicted and desperately need a game slot to cure it."
"..."
While the group was chatting heatedly, Alex sent a message.
Corporate Slave Captured by the Emperor: "Game slots are ready, they will be released in the group at 7 PM sharp. Friends who want one can click to reserve."
As soon as the message was sent, the group became even livelier.
Messages @Alex never stopped.
Some even tried to add him as a friend to buy game slots with money.
Alex ignored them all.
At 7 PM, he released the reservation URL.
The Corporate Slave group was full of Warhammer enthusiasts, and after a day of fermentation and discussion, many group members had been waiting early.
The thirty reservation slots were snatched up in less than a minute.
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "No, why didn't I get one? The Despoiler has already breached Cadia Fortress, human civilization is in peril, the Imperium's citizens need the great Regent to return, what you snatched is not a game qualification, but the hope of the Imperium's citizens."
Chosen Llama: "Haha, I got it."
I Don't Want to Be a Stinky Can: "Damn, I was too slow."
Sky Braid is a Symbol of the Strong: "Snatching a reservation slot, that's a piece of cake."
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Expression (angry)"
University dormitory.
Sam had just arrived at the dormitory when there was a package for him at the door.
Upon opening it, he almost screamed with excitement.
Inside was the Warhammer OL game helmet.
"Haha, it's here, finally here. Tonight, I'm going on a rampage."
Just then, his phone vibrated, and a message popped up.
Zhao Ya: "I'm free tonight. I just went shopping with my girlfriends. Come out later, let's have dinner together."
Sam frowned.
This Zhao Ya was from the same school as him, and their relationship was somewhat ambiguous.
Normally, they would go out for dinner and such.
But there had never been any further development.
And every time they ate, he paid the bill.
"Should I go to dinner? After all, she invited me."
The next second.
Slap!
Sam suddenly slapped himself.
"How can I delay my loyalty for a woman I haven't even won over yet? The Emperor needs me."
Sam turned off his phone, then put on his helmet, ready to embark on his Warhammer journey.
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