"Damn it, who exactly are you?"
The voice on the other end revealed panic.
"I am the Heretic psyker you once spoke of, the Emperor's Saint, the savior of human civilization, and the Guide of the Imperium."
Alex introduced himself, enunciating each word.
"No! This is impossible! How could Lieutenant General Petrey fail?"
"All of this is fake, it's all fake."
.........
Alex did not answer the other party again, but instead reached out and closed the communication.
He turned to Sard and gave an order.
"Go and control this warship. Anyone who dares to resist shall be granted destruction in the Emperor's name."
"Understood, Saint."
Sard turned and walked away with heavy steps, the Dreadnought's power claw humming, a ghostly blue force field light covering the claw.
Other Old Birds followed Sard out of the Bridge to control the important areas of the battleship.
At this time, the Players' regional channel was discussing Alex's achievements.
Old Bird: "Holy moly, the Guide made his move! Ten minutes after boarding, he paralyzed the enemy's flagship, Truth Light. Oh my goodness!"
Wu Mou: "When I saw the real-time intelligence feedback, I thought the system had made a mistake. What's a blitzkrieg? This is a blitzkrieg."
Warmaster: "I thought I had caught up to the Guide's footsteps, but after crossing one mountain, all I saw were countless more mountains."
Tenjiro: "Do you think the title 'E-Great Demon' is a joke?! In a while, he'll be chopping fleets with a lance. Angron is awesome, but the Guide will be even more awesome!"
Little Fatty: "For the Guide to continue getting stronger, brothers, keep grinding! As long as the galaxy doesn't explode, we won't rest."
Blood Pigeon: "Your perspective is clearly not broad enough. Even if the galaxy explodes, we won't rest."
Little Fatty: "You old bastard, you have to compete even on this."
Blood Pigeon: "If you don't compete, what's the point of constantly grinding points?"
Little Fatty: "What, are you afraid I'll snatch your second place?"
Blood Pigeon: "Am I afraid of you? I'll let you know what a Warhammer 40K version of a Kamikaze suicide squad is."
Warmaster: "..."
Little Fatty: "..."
Tenjiro: "Do you guys have to be so competitive?! ...Damn it."
.........
.........
Xi Bei Liu Si Nest World.
At this moment, it was covered by Imperial artillery fire, with collapses and fires everywhere.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Aerial fighters swept past, and huge aerial bombs whistled down, creating deafening explosions and raising small Mushroom clouds.
Each explosion shook the ground, and after the tremors subsided, a sky full of scorched earth rained down with undiminished fervor.
The Imperial army was storming into the Hive City like a broken bamboo.
Zaku mechs moved with heavy steps, crossing collapsed ruins, using their mounted heavy cannons and missiles to accurately snipe the rebel's fortified positions.
Beneath their feet, infantry clusters in exoskeleton armor advanced like a tide, slaughtering rebel soldiers who had not had time to escape.
Tank clusters roared their engines, rampaging through the city ruins.
Gunships whistled overhead, providing fire support for ground teams.
In the core area of Xi Bei Liu Si Nest World.
The traitor leaders were gathered here.
After ending the communication, Sonas seemed to lose all his strength and slumped into the soft seat.
He tried to get up but couldn't exert any force.
"How is it? Did Lieutenant General Petrey win?"
"Yes, when will we counterattack?"
"After seizing orbital control, let's give those guys a few rounds of bombardment. They love that trick the most. We should treat them the way they treat us."
Sonas didn't reply, nor did he know how to reply.
He had thought that once reinforcements arrived, the Imperium would be beaten to a pulp and utterly routed.
However, the reinforcement commander, Lieutenant General Petrey, was killed by that Emperor's Saint, and their flagship, Truth Light, was also seized by the enemy.
How much time had passed since Lieutenant General Petrey's fleet entered Holy Terra (Earth/Reality), and they had already lost like this?
Was there still a need to fight this battle?
Continuing to hold on was also a dead end.
"If I'm captured..."
Thinking of this, Sonas's face showed fear.
He knew how ruthless the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy were towards traitors.
Once they fell into the hands of these two departments, their lives would definitely be worse than death.
He must not be captured alive.
Sonas's gaze became resolute.
"Governor Sonas?" Someone realized something was wrong.
The others also felt the atmosphere was off, and their gazes fell on Sonas.
"What exactly happened?"
"Have we been abandoned? Or is there no support at all?"
.........
Everyone spoke at once, feeling uneasy.
Sonas looked around at everyone,
"We haven't been abandoned, but there won't be any more reinforcements."
Everyone looked at each other, not understanding his words.
"Because the reinforcements were defeated by the enemy, and Lieutenant General Petrey has already died at the hands of that Emperor's Saint."
These words made everyone's faces turn pale, and several were so scared they stood dumbfounded.
Dead?
A Navy Lieutenant General just died like that??
This is too much of a farce, isn't it?
"What should we do, Governor Sonas?" someone asked.
"Yes, what should we do? The Imperial firepower is too strong."
"Surrender?"
"Surrendering is also death, don't forget how the Imperium punishes traitors!"
.........
Sonas watched these leaders quarrel, a desolate smile on his face.
He recalled how spirited he had been when he was appointed Governor of Syntilla after defeating the Imperial loyalists.
From a tax supervisor, he had risen to become a planetary Governor, wielding great power, able to decide the lives and deaths of countless people with a single word.
As long as the Imperial loyalists could be completely expelled from the Calixis Sector, the Colin Family could rest easy.
But the good dream hadn't lasted for many days before the Imperial revenge army arrived.
Sonas took out a pulse laser pistol,
Put it in his mouth and pulled the trigger.
A scorching beam instantly pierced his brain.
This scene stunned the quarreling rebel leaders.
Coming back to their senses, they fled in panic, not daring to remain in Xi Bei Liu Si Nest World.
Seeing that all the leaders had fled, how could the people below continue to fight? They also fled.
The defensive line, which could have held on for a while, completely collapsed.
The Xi Bei Liu Si Nest World battlefield became a one-sided slaughter.
.........
Void battlefield.
With the flagship decapitated, the enemy fleet fell into chaos.
Firstly, the command authority was unclear, with several officers of the same rank.
Secondly, the psychological pressure and fear brought by the flagship's decapitation.
Xia seized the opportunity, pressed forward with full force, and split them apart.
Coupled with the powerful firepower of the Imperial Glory,
Once targeted, they basically couldn't escape being destroyed.
"Brothers, for the glory of the Warband, we must win! As long as we find an opportunity, we will ram into them fiercely!"
"Let us advance, advance, advance, advance!"
Blood Pigeon shouted over the comms while piloting his fighter.
They piloted their void fighters and charged into the void battlefield.
Whenever they found an opportunity, they would pilot their fighters, loaded with high-explosive ordnance, towards enemy ships for suicide attacks.
To ensure success, Blood Pigeon and other Players specifically targeted the tail thrusters or the Bridge of the battleships.
If successful, the enemy ship would usually be paralyzed.
After being killed, they would immediately resurrect with Faith Points after an hour, and then continue.
Relying on this playstyle, they actually managed to pull up their war points.
After the void battle, the Eagle Soaring Nine Heavens Warband temporarily led the Emperor Niuma Battle Group by a slight margin, becoming the top ranked.
"Damn it, that's not fair! You damn grinders!" Warmaster shouted indignantly, "Then let's all grind together and see who can out-grind whom."
Many Players of the Emperor Niuma Battle Group were like chickens injected with blood.
As soon as they came online, they would relentlessly grind missions. As soon as they heard there was an important rebel leader, they would go there.
This led to some newer Players later making fun of it, saying one only needed to shout to the sky, "There's an important boss here."
The next second, Players from the Emperor Niuma Battle Group would arrive through a portal.
Faster than the Dark Angels catching Fallen Angels.
With the victory of the Battle of Xi Bei Liu Si Nest World, the Syntilla campaign also entered its final stages.
Although there were still many rebels entrenched in the Sintilla Hive World, what remained was merely cleanup work, no longer a war.
Alex, having some free time, planned to release the Version 2.1 update.
He intended to appropriately change the time flow rate between the Holy Terra (Earth/Reality) where the Players resided and the Warhammer Universe.
That way, Players would be able to stay for much longer.
However, the problem was that once they went offline, they would also be away for a long time.
A balance point needed to be found between the two.
Alex planned to gradually extend it first to let the Players adapt,
And also to observe the Players' reactions to determine the ideal ratio for the time flow between the two worlds.
.........
At the other end of the galaxy, the dormant Necron Dynasty—the Haxorus Dynasty—had awakened.
Mountain-sized black pyramids flew from the ground.
Giant crescent-shaped spacecraft slid out of dimensional rifts like folded blades.
Canoptek Scarabs and Canoptek Spiders decomposed all the living metal from the ancient tombs, vaults, and tunnels, using it to reshape the hull or storing it.
The entire planet became a hollow shell, with cracks crisscrossing through its long-extinguished, dead core.
The tomb pyramid floated in the void, magnificent beyond compare.
Its passages were intricate, and numerous Tomb Guard, Necron Overlord, or vassal Overlords stood like statues.
Setka, as the Phaeron of the Dynasty, stood before the cold throne, a blue star map projection suspended before him.
The star map was extremely complex, with symbols representing stars, planets, and spatial features flickering at its core.
It was far more complex than the star maps used by humans, simultaneously displaying the past and future of the stars.
Setka read the information left by the invaders, meticulously searching for their details.
"Ahriman must die. He and all his followers must die."
As he spoke, the star map shifted, a line extending into the depths of the stars, finally reaching what humans called the Calixis Sector.
Setka turned his head and looked at the Overlords standing beneath the throne.
One of the Overlords stepped forward and bowed to him.
"Our Pharaoh, everything obeys your will."
Setka reached out and tapped the stars, "I bestow upon you the glory of annihilating the invaders. Accomplish it."
"I will," the Necron Overlord lowered his head, his tone respectful.