Robert leaned back in his command center chair, his fingers gently tapping the desk, his gaze fixed on the holographic screen before him. The screen displayed a post from the official forum, its popularity rating climbing at an astonishing speed.
The post's title was simple and direct—The Ultimate Solution for the dark eldar.
Poster ID: Pyro.
Robert clicked on the post and quickly skimmed the bizarre and convoluted description: from an accidental encounter with the Ghost Mask Squad, to using a believer's head as a knocking stone, and then summoning a Slaanesh Greater daemon to pack away the dark eldar on the spot... "The dark eldar were actually dealt with in such a way?" Robert couldn't help but exclaim, his tone a mix of surprise and a hint of a wry smile.
"I originally thought we'd have to rely on the Space Wolves, or at least be entangled with them on the planet for several months, or even a whole year, to completely resolve this threat..."
He wasn't too worried that this matter was fabricated. If it were, then when the dark eldar arrived as expected, this post would become a huge joke and quickly be exposed. With the post's current high popularity, virtually all players of this game knew about it.
In this game, forum IDs and game IDs were forcibly synchronized. If the lie were exposed, the poster would be reminded of it wherever he went, and he could forget about playing the game anymore.
"However... to protect the Inquisitor's life, it's best not to commit this to paper in the game," Robert muttered, stroking his chin. "After all, the methods used are a bit too heretical. If he accidentally saw the record, I might have no choice but to silence him..."
... Krona had some regrets.
He felt he really shouldn't have been so impulsive and agreed to assault the ork lines aboard a Helldivers Legion Valkyrie gunship.
Because these mortals were absolutely insane!
"Too low! Too low!" Inquisitor Herbert was gripping the handrail inside the cabin, his expression like someone constipated for half a month. He pounded on the cockpit door and shouted, "I swear I can hear the sound of those green-skins drooling! Can't you just lift it a bit?! At least a hundred meters off the ground!"
The pilot's voice, transmitted through the comms, was as calm as if discussing the weather. "It's only thirty meters, don't worry, I've got this. This kind of ultra-low-altitude skimming flight is a piece of cake for me. The lower you fly, the more skilled you are, understand? If I raise the altitude, I'll be mocked by my peers when I get back."
"By the Emperor! This is practically premeditated murder!" Herbert roared as the Valkyrie executed a violent evasive maneuver, dodging a rocket fired from the ground. Everyone in the cabin was thrown around.
"Alright, settle down," Krona said coldly, forcing himself to maintain his balance. He had to uphold his dignity as a Wolf Lord. "If the warriors of the Helldivers Legion dare to fly like this, then they must have their reasons. They are true warriors, and I trust them."
Despite his words, Krona had already made up his mind. If there was a next time, he would absolutely, under no circumstances, ride any flying vehicle piloted by the Helldivers.
As for Herbert, his face was so dark it looked like water could be wrung from it.
As an Inquisitor, he had imagined his death countless times. Among them were scenarios where his research and summoning of daemons were accidentally exposed, leading his colleagues to condemn him as an extreme heretic, sending him to the pyre after a solemn trial; or where he, in the long journey of hunting the Emperor's enemies, fought until his strength failed, dying gloriously; there was even the possibility of him being corrupted by warp whispers unknowingly, betraying the Emperor, and ultimately being executed by other Inquisitors himself...
Each ending was filled with tragedy, destiny, and the gravitas befitting an Inquisitor, and all were ways other Inquisitors had met their end.
But among these, there was absolutely no "accidental plane crash"! The Helldivers Legion's flying style was simply too wild!
Just as the Valkyrie once again narrowly scraped past the side of a mountain peak, causing even Krona, a battle-hardened space marine, to feel his stomach churning as if he was about to vomit his precious Fenrisian Mead, the pilot's relaxed whistle finally came through the comms.
"Guys in the cabin, get ready, we're almost at the destination."
Instantly, everyone in the cabin let out a long sigh of relief. Finally, they could escape this cabin that felt like a cement mixer.
"Boom—"
The heavy tail ramp slowly opened, and blinding sunlight, along with the deafening roar of "WAAAGH!", surged in.
As far as the eye could see, there was an endless green ocean. Countless green-skins, brandishing crude weapons, roared and jostled, forming a true tide of flesh and blood. And their Valkyrie was hovering less than thirty meters above this ocean.
Everyone in the cabin couldn't help but ponder the same question: How did he perfectly avoid the attacks of thousands of green-skins below during such ultra-low-altitude flight?
If the pilot knew what they were thinking at that moment, he would probably just shrug: If you guys had also been shot down a dozen times, you would absolutely fly as smoothly as if man and machine were one, just like me.
Despite their doubts, everyone in the cabin jumped out without a moment's hesitation.
"For Russ! For the Allfather!"
The Space Wolves let out earth-shattering war cries, leaping from the ramp. Wielding their chainswords and power axes, they cut through the crude flesh of the green-skins as easily as red-hot blades slicing through butter.
Krona, leading the charge, wielded a great axe. Every sweep brought a spray of blood, severing the lives and bodies of dozens of green-skins.
Surprisingly, Herbert, a mere mortal, performed no less spectacularly in the fray.
"For the Emperor!" he roared, thrusting his left hand forward. Dazzling psychic lightning erupted from his palm, instantly incinerating a crowded group of green-skins into sizzling char.
At the same time, a light brighter than the sun suddenly flared on the horizon in the distance.
Immediately after, a massive mushroom cloud rose into the sky. Obscuring dust and a violent shockwave followed. The Space Wolves in their power armor merely swayed before steadying themselves; their heavy ceramite armor was sufficient to block most nuclear radiation. Herbert, protected by his psychic powers, firmly blocked the shockwave.
But the green-skins were not so lucky; their ranks instantly fell into chaos. The nuclear explosion sent them flying, and they trampled each other in the confusion.
"Hahahahaha!" Krona watched the spectacular scene, letting out a thunderous laugh. "I like the Helldivers' style! Nuclear cover is much more exciting than artillery cover! It makes me feel like there's a Titan god-machine supporting us! Wolf Cubs, charge!"
The Wolf Guard also let out earth-shattering roars: "For Russ! For the Allfather!"