Kilsager and Chat Groups

Tarachin: I've sent you the data.

Kirsage: OK, I received it.

Group Customer Service: A new mission has been launched. A war that will change the fate of the galaxy has broken out in the universe where group member Tarachin is located. We hope that all group members will actively sign up to participate.

Group Customer Service: Task 1, Cardia Stands Tall: Protect Cardia until the end of the Thirteenth Black Crusade. All participants will receive random prizes and points.

Task Two, Sweep Away the Warp: Demons killed by chat group members will not be able to return to the Warp. After the Thirteenth Black Crusade, the settlement will be based on the number and quality of demons killed by the group members.

Mission Three, The Dark Throne Reappears: Protect the world engine released by the system until it completely shuts down the Eye of Terror;

Mission Four, Tau Tragedy: Protect the Tau fleet that has strayed into the battlefield. Rewards will be calculated based on the number of surviving Tau fleet members.

Mission 5 (Optional), The Dying Ark: Option 1, destroy the Eldar Ark that has strayed into the battlefield; Option 2, protect the Eldar Ark that has strayed into the battlefield. Different rewards will be given depending on the mission.

Mission Six (Optional): Waaaaagh won't call you! Option 1: Beat the Ork warlord who has strayed into the territory to his knees and make him submit; Option 2: Destroy the Greenskin fleet that came after Waaaaagh and prevent them from setting foot in Kadia.

Mission Seven (Optional): A Suicide Bomber Without You! Option 1: Force the veerging Weepers to the surface and let them watch the other Space Marines make their suicide boarding; Option 2: Provide the Weepers with equipment support and board alongside them.

Mission Eight: I'm going to eat, eat, eat, eat! Stop the inexplicably arriving Tyranids from feasting on everything. The reward will be based on the number of planets devoured by the Tyranids.

Kilsager: wc.

Renault: How so... a vibrant scene of life, where everything is flourishing?

Chen Huijie: That's too much.

Tina: Won't things get messy with so many races?

El: This kind of battlefield is something we can't change, except for Kirsza, of course.

Tarasin: Kadia.

Kilsager: This Genesis is having a tough time too.

Group Customer Service: Participating group members will gain complete immunity to subspace during the mission and can still "revive" by using points.

Group Customer Service: Considering that most group members are individually weak, the chat group will give each member 1600 war points every 24 hours and 1200 warship points every 720 hours.

Group Customer Service: Group members can use War Points to summon armies from the Warhammer Universe and their own universe. Due to the racial situation of group members, the Warhammer Universe races that group members can currently choose from are: Necromancers, Imperials of Man, and Dark Mechanicus.

Group Customer Service: The summoned army has no soul and no reason. We hope all group members will take note.

Tarasin: Hmm, space necromancers... I'm not surprised, but who provided the Dark Mechanicus?

El: Hey, this thing sounds both superstitious and scientific, it's so weird.

Kilsager: Hmmm, if nothing unexpected happens, it's me.

Kirsa: After I gave "God of Machines" a soul, it kept calling me God of Machines.

Kilsager: But why the Dark Machine Cult?

Tarasin: I think I understand.

Tarachin: You are more like the one who controls the Soul Forge.

Kilsager: Ah.

Kirsa could never have imagined that she would be compared to a Void Dragon, after all, she had only used a little more psionic energy.

If one had to find a similarity between her and Vashtor, perhaps it would be that she also longed to become a true god.

The quest chain in the Battlegrounds universe shocked everyone in the chat group, and they all began to worry about whether Talasi would meet with misfortune.

For Tarachin, since awakening, everyone he has encountered has either been determined to kill him or has already taken action.

This kind of care from others was something he had never experienced before.

This soulless machine felt somewhat lost at this moment.

Kirsarge had no time to pay attention to what was happening in the chat group. After deploying a space station, she piloted the Genesis to other star systems to collect resources.

As for whether to wait until the Warhammer universe to collect it, she was unsure whether the land there had been corrupted by the evil god.

After all, if a machine oil enthusiast can infuse steel with a machine spirit, there's no reason why a planet shouldn't have any faith.

As for planets with a boost from faith, Kirsage isn't sure if she can use the substances there.

After confirming that Tarahin was truly safe, Tina and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped asking questions. Instead, they each began to check their points and deployments.

Tarasin, on the other hand, felt as if his body was about to leak oil, even though he didn't actually have that substance.

As the overlord of the cosmic undead, he couldn't help but feel deeply moved. If they hadn't been cursed 60 million years ago, and hadn't fallen into the trap set by the Star God, perhaps their descendants would have been as full of vitality and hope as these young people before him.

“Abaddon…” Tarasin murmured to himself, sitting in the control center of Tyk Fortress. He was no stranger to the name.

He knew perfectly well who had launched the Thirteenth Black Crusade, but he never imagined that Abaddon would be able to destroy Cardia.

“It seems I must also make thorough preparations.” Tarasin stood up.

He also participated in the mission and successfully earned the corresponding war points and warship points.

These points are enough for him to build a Necromancer fleet capable of influencing the course of the war without the support of other Necromancer dynasties in space.

However, due to limited resources, the strength of the ground forces may be relatively weak.

Just as the Necromancer Lord returned, the Chaos Legion's fleet also began its assembly.

Under the watchful eyes of the four Chaos Gods, more and more Chaos warships began to fly towards Abaddon's flagship, the Soul of Vengeance.

On their way, planets were sacrificed one by one.

The Blood God's followers slaughtered all intelligent life on the planet, piling human heads into eight enormous magic circles, within which were eight smaller altars.

These Chaos cultists, sacrificing their blood to Khorne, brandished their weapons as they fought each other, tearing off the heads of the defeated, their flowing blood becoming part of the offerings.

Even from the planet's orbit, the roars of the Blood God's followers could be heard.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

The followers of Nurgle spread the plague, countless pustules swelled and fell on their bodies, and maggots frolicked on their flesh.

Some maggots accidentally fell from their rotting, yellowish-green skin, which the believers caught in their hands and gently placed back on their bodies.

Facing those suffering terribly from the virus and plague, the followers of Nurgle opened their arms and shouted:

"Rush into the embrace of a loving father who tolerates all wrongdoing!"

On a perfectly normal imperial planet, the governor of the planet watched as the planetary defense forces below purged the heretics who had occupied the church.

Altars bearing the number nine were left on the battlefield, and the nine altars together formed an even larger sacrificial ceremony.

The governor touched the badge with nine eyes in his hand, a smile spreading across his face:

"Think long and you will want to know; know many things and you will thirst for more; only the wise, the cunning, and the extraordinary can keep you from being troubled."