The Space Hulk—Eternal Dusk—is composed of derelict ships and void stations, the size of a small asteroid, and it has been seized by an Ork Warboss.
The Ork Big Mek has transformed it into a heavily fortified void fortress; if not cleared in time, these Orks will threaten several neighboring star sectors.
Chapter Master Logan Grimnar of the Space Wolves is troubled by this matter, and he hopes that powerful God Chosen will help him resolve this problem.
Basic Reward: 150,000 Contribution Points, 3,000 War Score, 17,000 Honor Points.
Commission Reward: Awarded based on kill count and mission completion.
Special Reward: Friendship of the Wolf Battle Group. The top five on the mission contribution board will receive a Holy Relic.
"Holy One, is this acceptable?" Logan edited the mission according to the template and handed it to Alex.
Alex took the data-slate, confirmed there were no issues, and nodded.
"That's it, no problem at all."
"Is this all it takes to make those God Chosen serve the Wolf Battle Group?" Logan was a bit skeptical.
He learned from the officials accompanying Guilliman that the God Chosen held a very high status,
because many people had personally witnessed the God Chosen receiving blessings from the Emperor.
"They were born for this."
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Alex operated on the data-slate, then clicked confirm to publish.
"They'll come to sign up in a moment. Remember to be friendly; their tempers are just like yours."
Logan: "
If you want to say the God Chosen have bad tempers, just say it directly, don't drag us into it.
You, Holy One, are also quite mischievous."
The Eternal Dusk mission was published on the public channel,
and as soon as it appeared, it attracted the attention of the Players.
"So fast, they've already incorporated the Wolf Battle Group into the mission system!!"
"The official efficiency is getting faster and faster."
"Friendship of the Wolf Battle Group! Holy Relic, good stuff, take it, take it all."
"Everyone, please give me some face, this mission is mine!!"
"I should be playing Warhammer OL, not Grand Line OL, where did Red-Haired Shanks come from?"
"Isn't the cosmic sea a sea? Why limit it to the small puddle of a small planet."
"You actually dare to compare the Grand Line to a small puddle, the Five Elders are shaken, Nika is enraged, Imu is enraged."
"By the way, what's the latest plot update for One Piece?"
"I was happy, why did you have to bring that up?"
"Now I have no interest in watching One Piece; all the passion and struggle are fake, it's all about second-generation and cheats."
The Players' discussion, as always, strayed tens of thousands of miles off topic.
From Warhammer to Grand Line, then from the power collapse of Grand Line to Dragon Ball, and then from Dragon Ball to discussing who could destroy the entire galaxy faster, Super Saiyan or Light Giant.
By the end of the discussion, the Players unanimously agreed that Bald Donkey was the sole victor of this chaotic battle of the heavens.
Of course, chatting was one thing, but snatching missions was not neglected at all.
Players on Fenris rushed to Logan's location.
Logan was still a bit skeptical at first,
that publishing a mission could make the God Chosen work for him.
Before long, a large group of Players surrounded him.
A dense, dark circle.
Logan was a bit dumbfounded, not expecting this group of God Chosen to actually fall for the mission trick.
"Ah, the air on Fenris is so crisp and sweet, I love Fenris, Lord Logan, give me the mission."
A Player shouted obnoxiously.
Njal Stormcaller and the other Space Wolves standing nearby felt a wave of disgust!!
Although there are rewards, do you God Chosen have to be so competitive!!
"Let's be direct, I'm here for the mission."
"Enemy! Where is the enemy?"
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Chop! Chop! Chop!"
Logan remembered the Holy One's words. He looked around at the enthusiastic God Chosen, then spoke in a kind yet dignified tone, "The Ork Warboss occupying the Eternal Dusk Space Hulk is very powerful and skilled in using psychic abilities. He wields a Black Stone Staff filled with evil power and has a large number of Ork warriors under his command."
"To defend the Allfather's domain, we must destroy the Ork fortress, kill their leader, and utterly obliterate the Space Hulk."
"Thank you for your dedication, the Space Wolves will remember your friendship."
After speaking, Logan began to select the God Chosen.
The Eternal Dusk Space Hulk is comparable to a small asteroid, and the Orks on it are countless.
To break into the Ork fortress and decapitate the Ork Warboss amidst the protection of numerous Ork warriors is no simple feat.
It requires a group of heroes with a spirit of sacrifice to achieve it.
Logan selected the qualified God Chosen based on the information on the data-slate.
He saw the God Chosen who had challenged him earlier.
The other party was also squeezed in among the God Chosen, clearly wanting to try his luck.
Logan felt a bit angry remembering what the other party had said before.
They were not wolf cubs abandoned by Leman Russ.
Logan deliberately didn't choose that guy, skipping over him several times in a row.
Bald Donkey originally didn't hold much hope anyway, as the NPCs in Warhammer OL are too intelligent; they truly hold grudges.
But being skipped several times in a row, even Players inferior to him were selected.
This blatant targeting still made him very indignant.
Bald Donkey pushed through the crowd and came before Logan, shouting, "As a Son of Russ, I demand that you put me on the list."
His voice was loud, causing all the Players and Space Wolves to fall silent, everyone watching this scene.
Who didn't know about the conflict between the two of them?
"Why?" Logan looked up at the God Chosen in front of him.
"By my weapon and my hot blood." Bald Donkey said, "A Son of Russ should be at the forefront, fighting for the Allfather. If he is forced away from the battlefield due to personal selfishness, that is an insult."
"If you insist on insulting me, I suggest we have another duel."
"You lost the previous duel." Logan said.
"So what? I'm still standing here. As long as I have a breath left, I will keep challenging until the shame is washed away." Bald Donkey shouted, "I am a Son of Russ, and I will never accept an insult to me."
These words made Logan silent for a moment, then he said to Bald Donkey, "Do not betray the blood of Russ."
Bald Donkey's eyes widened, showing surprise and delight.
"That's great, long live Fenris, long live the pack."
The excited Bald Donkey, amidst a clatter of armor, suddenly hugged Logan, the Wolf Lord.
Logan's face showed shock; the sudden embrace unsettled his composed mind.
Logan looked at the God Chosen in front of him, feeling a bit moved.
If it were him being refused and mocked, he would probably curse even worse than this guy.
Even a God Chosen was just a young child.
Hot-tempered, uncalculating, a true Fenris wolf cub. During the shameful month incident, his own words and actions were far more severe than this young man's.
"Welcome back to Fenris, child. The blood of Russ binds us together."
Logan's tone was sincere. At this moment, he fully acknowledged this God Chosen with the bloodline of Russ.
"Russ binds us by blood." Bald Donkey shouted.
Logan smiled.
He remembered Bald Donkey's performance during their duel.
After a moment of hesitation, Logan turned and whispered a few words into the ear of his accompanying Wolf Guard, Ulrik.
Ulrik showed a surprised expression.
"Wolf Lord, do you really mean it?"
"Go. His potential is greater than all of ours. He should receive Russ's gift." Logan said.
Ulrik nodded and turned to walk into the deep tunnel.
A moment later, he returned with a reliquary.
When the reliquary was opened, a frost-bladed battle-axe appeared before everyone.
The axe haft was wrapped with anti-slip strips, ancient runic script was carved on the axe head, and the sharp blade shimmered with cold light.
"This is a gift for a Son of Russ with pure blood. God Chosen 'Genestealer! I can tell at a glance you're not human'," Logan read out Bald Donkey's ID from the text.
Honestly, Logan didn't know what these words meant when combined.
He just felt that the names of these God Chosen were all very strange,
a series of bizarre words combined together.
Logan guessed it must be some profound Warp language.
Perhaps the demons would recognize it.
"This is?" Bald Donkey's eyes widened. He hadn't expected that he would actually have a day when an NPC gave him a gift.
Had the game developers had a change of heart and transferred the succubus physique from that bastard Warmaster to him?
"This is a weapon once used by Russ, named Winter Axe, forged from the teeth of a Kraken sea monster hunted by the Primarch."
Logan took out the Winter Axe and placed it in Bald Donkey's hand.
A light screen automatically appeared, introducing the weapon's origin to him.
[Weapon Name: Winter Axe (Legendary Rank)
This is a battle-axe forged from the teeth of a sea monster personally hunted by Leman Russ.
If you can unleash the power within, you will easily defeat your opponents.
Rend: The Winter Axe can inflict wounds on the target that are difficult to heal, causing continuous bleeding.
Kraken's Strength: The lingering soul of the Kraken still resides within the battle-axe. When the wielder's will overwhelms it, can he wield its power?
"Legendary equipment, this is too great!!"
Bald Donkey's eyes widened, his face full of pleasant surprise.
"Is this really for me?"
Logan nodded, "Yes, it is for you."
"Why?" Bald Donkey asked.
"Because you are a true Son of Russ. You never compromise, never fear, and are brave enough to resist and express your true nature."
Logan patted Bald Donkey, "If you had chosen to flatter me, this gift would not have been given to you."
"But you chose to be yourself, so this gift is yours."
Bald Donkey looked at the Winter Axe in his hand, his face full of joy.
He seemed to have found the reason why the Warmaster was so popular!!
These NPCs were not cold code programs like in other games; they had their own thoughts and personalities.
The greatest secret to getting along with people is sincerity.
Sincerity is the ultimate killing move.
When dealing with these NPCs, one must also maintain sincerity.
The news of Bald Donkey receiving the weapon left by the Primarch—the Winter Axe—quickly spread through the chat channel.
Warmaster: "Rigged, there must be something rigged here. This is unscientific."
Desert: "@Warmaster, we felt the same way when we saw you back then."
Little Fatty: "Damn it, the succubus population has further increased. They give out Primarch weapons right off the bat, damn it, is there no sense of reason anymore?" The Players discussed animatedly, each one drooling with envy.
A Primarch-tier weapon!!
A rare item that money couldn't buy.
After the mission was published, everyone returned to the banquet and began the much-anticipated dueling session.
Eating their fill and then fighting—this was a tradition of every Astartes Battle Group.
Even the Ultramarines had this habit.
Old Thirteen was also invited into the banquet hall.
This was an apology from Njal and the other Space Wolves for their disrespect towards him.
Of course, the Space Wolves also harbored the idea of regaining face in the dueling arena.
Unfortunately, the idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel.
An Ogryn, clad in heavy armor and having undergone two promotions,
was so strong in combat that he quickly made the Space Wolves doubt life itself.
Even when several Great Company Wolf Lords personally entered the fray, the outcome was no better.
They could only manage a draw, just to avoid losing too badly.
"To win against this guy, only a deathmatch will do."
"Given time, he'll easily rival that one-eyed Ogryn."
Logan gave Old Thirteen an extremely high evaluation.
He believed that with the Emperor's blessing and grace, Old Thirteen was absolutely qualified to contend with Magnus, the Red Demon, for the title of the strongest Ogryn in the galaxy.
The next day,
Guilliman chose to bid farewell.
At this time, the Indomitus Crusade was still in full swing.
The Primarch had many things to attend to; he couldn't stay on Fenris for too long.
"When crisis comes, the pack will answer the call of the Imperium." Wolf Lord Logan said when seeing off the Primarch.
"Thank you, Wolves of Fenris, for your support of the Indomitus Crusade. With your help, the chances of victory in this campaign are much greater."
Guilliman smiled, but secretly grumbled.
You wolf cubs will definitely answer the call of the Holy One. As for me and others giving orders for you to assist,
I'm afraid you'll just use the documents to wipe your backside.
Guilliman boarded a transport shuttle from the Fang's landing pad, returning to the Macragge's Honour, and set off on his journey again with his forces.
Before leaving, he left behind several large warships equipped with Pharos devices to facilitate the God Chosen's travel to and from Fenris via the Pharos network.
A group of Adeptus Mechanicus members also stayed behind to assist the pack in building orbital space stations, incorporating Fenris into the Pharos network.
As for Alex, he chose not to return to Reality, but instead decided to follow the pack and the Players who had accepted the mission to the Eternal Dusk Space Hulk.
The current political affairs of Reality no longer required his excessive concern; the reorganized High Lord of Terra Council was already capable of handling the work.
Logan naturally supported the Holy One's decision with both hands and feet.
With Alex present, the pack no longer had to worry about the issue of the Wulfen curse.
After preparing for battle, the Imperial fleet set sail from Fenris, heading straight for the Space Hulk—Eternal Dusk.
With Alex present, the Warp, which had previously been very hostile to the Space Wolves, was now as docile as a completely conquered woman.
What was originally a week-long journey was completed in just a few hours, reaching their destination.
As the void twisted and tore, the Imperial fleet entered Reality void through the rift.
Through the viewport, they saw the Space Hulk, resembling a small asteroid.
"Now we can begin. Let the God Chosen board to carry out the mission of beheading the Ork Warboss. You are responsible for providing outer fire support."
Alex said to Logan.