“Go! He’s only one man, and we have a full five hundred. Five hundred against one—the advantage is ours. We can wear him down even if nothing else.”
“For the gods! For the Warmaster! Move, now!”
The rebel leader sitting inside the tank kept shouting, urging his soldiers to deal with Daqi.
“Come on, then! For the great Emperor, in all His venerable glory!”
Daqi shouted as he charged toward the other rebels.
He was astonishingly fast, darting left and right through the crowd.
The rebel soldiers were no match for him at all, and corpses soon littered the ground.
A group of fanatical cultists, fearless in the face of death, had bombs strapped to their bodies as they rushed at Daqi, intending to launch a suicide attack.
“Trample.”
Daqi activated his skill. With one stomp, a terrifying force erupted outward from him as the center,
instantly sending those cultists flying and slamming them heavily to the ground.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The bombs strapped to those people exploded at that moment as well, sending chunks of flesh flying in an incomparably gruesome scene.
“Fire! Fire!”
“Blow that lackey of the Corpse Emperor to pieces!”
The rebel leader stared fixedly at Daqi, a trace of fear showing deep in his eyes.
He urged them to open fire, no longer caring about the lives of his own men. All he wanted was to blast Daqi apart with overwhelming firepower.
The rebels had a complete arsenal of heavy weapons on hand: Leman Russ tanks, twin-linked lascannons, meltaguns, and everything else one could ask for. Most of them still bore the Imperium’s aquila.
After many fortress-bastions on the surface of Cadia fell, the Imperial forces, in order to evacuate, had abandoned their heavy equipment.
The rebels had taken it all, and now their firepower was absurdly fierce.
Boom! Boom!
Dense artillery fire landed on Daqi, blasting him away several times and causing his health to plummet.
Toward the end, the Leman Russ tank the rebel leader was riding in even took aim at him and fired a shot.
The immensely powerful shell instantly blew away half of Daqi’s body.
Seeing this, Creed, who was commanding from afar, felt despair surge up in his heart.
Earlier, he had still been hoping that this nameless angel of the Emperor could eliminate the firepoints and reduce the pressure on their side.
Who would have thought the rebels’ firepower would be so ferocious that even an angel of the Emperor would fall here?
“Hahaha! The Corpse Emperor’s lackey is dead.” The rebel leader’s voice was excited as he kept slapping the tank’s hull, making loud banging sounds.
“This is what happens when you serve the Corpse Emperor. Fools, your end is—end—end—eh? Why is the Corpse Emperor’s lackey alive again?!”
A flash of light appeared, and Daqi walked out completely unharmed.
The rebels, who had only been happy for a few seconds, were all dumbfounded.
What the hell was going on??
Hadn’t they killed this guy?
How had he come back to life?
He was cheating! Gods above, someone was cheating!
The rebel leader looked toward the corpse that had been blown in half, only to find it had already vanished, as if it had never existed, seemingly erased by some unknown power.
“Good thing I’m playing on easy mode. Otherwise I’d have to start over again.”
Daqi had always considered himself a clumsy player. Whenever he played games, he only ever picked easy mode; his main focus was casual entertainment.
In easy mode, you could revive directly after death, allowing even clumsy players to easily defeat bosses.
As for increasing the difficulty, that could wait for New Game Plus.
Right now, on his first run, Daqi only wanted to mow down enemies in peerless fashion and clear the game within a month.
Ever since virtual reality games appeared, the time required to clear games had grown longer and longer.
Because they had to build a complete worldview, games usually had their own timelines,
but players could not truly waste several years, or even more than a decade, playing one game. Because of that, the flow of time had to be adjusted.
If not playing online, the time flow rate of a virtual reality game could be adjusted by the player themselves.
Daqi had set it to a ratio of 3660:1, expecting to complete the game within a month. That was also the limit of his gaming pod’s life-support system.
The experiences inside the game would not affect reality in any way.
After the game ended, players would only feel as if they had had a dream.
“Open fire! Keep firing! Blast him to death!”
The rebel leader shouted.
Gods above, what kind of monster was this?!
Even demons needed some time to revive. How could this guy...
Damn it. It had to be the Corpse Emperor’s doing. This guy was definitely a Living Saint.
Always claiming He was not a god, yet doing things like this!!
Daqi sprinted forward, leaped up, and landed on top of the Leman Russ tank.
He swung his chainsword and cut down several traitor soldiers, then grabbed the traitor leader, dragged him out of the tank, and smashed his head apart with brute force.
While he was at it, he took a grenade from the man’s body and tossed it into the tank.
Boom!!
After an explosion, black smoke billowed from the tank, and it stopped advancing. The people inside had already been blown to pieces.
The entire sequence of movements was as smooth as flowing water, completed in one breath.
“The animation fluidity is amazing, and it’s really cool too.”
Daqi felt this game absolutely deserved 82 points, because the remaining 18 points needed to be sent in the form of 666.
After the rebel leader died tragically, the traitor soldiers fell into chaos.
The remaining heavy firepoints were easily destroyed by Daqi, and many traitors were slaughtered by him.
The rest lost the courage to fight and turned to run.
“Hey, hey, you’re running already? I was just getting into it.”
Seeing the rebel soldiers trying to flee, Daqi immediately grew anxious. He chased them for several hundred meters and killed everyone he could catch.
As for the remaining guys, they ran fucking fast, and Daqi could not catch up, so he could only give up.
“The AI in this game is way too annoying. Can’t they just stand still and let me clear them out? Why do they have to keep running all over the place?”
“Still, these guys should all be tutorial mobs meant to let me get used to the controls.”
At that moment, the system screen appeared.
[Congratulations, you have completed the mission. Destroy enemy heavy fire units: 10/10.]
[Rewards obtained: 500 EXP, Reputation +10, Doom Slayer’s Super Shotgun ×1.]
A large-caliber shotgun appeared in the game inventory.
After being equipped, it automatically appeared in the holster at Daqi’s waist.
Daqi drew the gun and examined it carefully.
Its overall design was rugged and heavy, filled with a mechanical feel and an industrial style.
The main body of the gun was made of black plasteel, with special patterns on its surface.
It was weighty, and the feel in his hand was very realistic.
According to its information, it was a green fine-grade weapon with one blessed affix.
Mangled Flesh: Damage dealt to enemy torsos increased by 50%, with a high chance of causing limb tearing or decapitation effects.
“Nice. First green item acquired. Small goal: get my first full set of green gear.”
Daqi stuffed the bolter back into its holster and walked toward the shocked Creed.
He had clearly been blown into two pieces just now, but a few seconds later, he was alive and kicking again.
But when Creed thought of the Living Saint Celestine, who had once fought shoulder to shoulder with him, she seemed capable of resurrection as well.
Very well. All of this had to be the Emperor’s mighty power.
“Thank you for your aid, my lord,” Creed said sincerely. “Praise the Emperor for sending you here to save poor souls like us...”
Daqi had never liked going through story scenes, so he said, “Skip, skip. What’s the next mission?”
Creed: (⊙o⊙)…
This angel of the Emperor was a little impatient.
Complaints were one thing, but Creed still said patiently, “I hope you can travel with us to the evacuation point.”
The mission screen appeared.
[Mission: Evacuation]
[The Cadian battlefield has fallen. Please protect Castellan Creed and the accompanying soldiers and civilians as they proceed to the evacuation point.]
[Mission Rewards: 600 EXP, 600 points, Reputation +20, Oath of the Ripper Chainsword ×1.]
“Hurry up and go, hurry up,” Daqi urged.
“We will depart at once.”
Creed did not dare delay and immediately ordered the group to continue advancing toward the evacuation point.
As for the captured Imperial soldiers, he also sent people over to grant them the Emperor’s mercy.
Along the way, Creed absorbed routed soldiers and civilians into the group, doing his utmost to have them maintain order.
The evacuation was not safe.
The Chaos rebels bombarded the retreating Imperial forces, and every transport vehicle on the plains became a target.
The group Rotov was in was not spared either. A large amount of artillery fire fell near them.
Every shell let out a shriek as it fell, as though it were laughing, while its explosion was the punchline to a cruel joke.
The traitors’ ground forces also converged on the evacuation point. Some cultists possessed by daemons were mixed among them, and once they found an opportunity, they would erupt into violence and slaughter wantonly.
“Kill! Kill! Kill! Hack! Hack! Hack!”
Four World Eaters who worshiped the Blood God used jump packs to cross the crude outer defense line and charged into the evacuating crowd, massacring innocent people.
Daqi rushed over with the super shotgun in hand.
One of the World Eaters also noticed him and immediately turned, charging over with a chainaxe.
Bang!
Under a shotgun, all beings were equal, and even Chaos Space Marines were no exception.
With one shot, that World Eater’s entire body was sent flying, his flesh mangled beyond recognition. He was dead beyond dead.
If it had to be described in two words, it would be: efficient.