This condition would undoubtedly filter out a large number of Players. But this was an unavoidable measure.
The Punishment Fleet brought by Xia was only a small fleet. The fleet's carrying capacity was limited.
Furthermore, traveling to Macragge takes time. This support mission requires carrying massive amounts of military supplies, such as firearms, ammunition, tank transports, Mecha Fighters, and other materials.
They also needed to bring the Astartes cultivated using Player gene-seed, as well as the fully armed Astartes Legion.
If all went well, they could reach Macragge in a week. If not, even a month might not be enough time.
The fleet needed every inch of space to load supplies. There was no way to provide training grounds for low-level Players to level up. They would only be wasting that time.
By staying at Atoma, they could use that time to train, do missions, and quickly advance to LV10.
Moreover, Alex possessed the *Sacred Summons*.
If the battle situation became urgent and low-level Players were needed as cannon fodder, he could use this skill, consuming Faith points to summon the Players.
Therefore, whether low-level Players went or not made little difference... The seventh batch of Emperor's Cannon Fodder collectively logged into the game on the second day of game quota distribution.
During the last new Player login, Alex had considered that the Imperial Glory's Praying Sanctuary was too small.
So, consuming Faith points, he set the Grand Cathedral of Tyreen Hive City as the login point.
Without a doubt, this was a wise move. The cathedral hall, much wider than the Praying Sanctuary, was completely jammed with new Players.
Looking at the statues, the incense, and the chanting Servo-skulls inside the cathedral, the new Players all showed expressions of shock.
A few guys slapped themselves repeatedly, wanting to verify just how realistic it was. The result was that they grimaced in pain.
Others found a hidden corner and immediately dropped their pants, wanting to see just how realistic it was. They were subsequently fried crispy by sudden Psychic Lightning.
Seeing the unlucky fellow who was forced offline right after logging in, the Players realized that the game was not truly a lawless place.
Unseen eyes were watching them, and any excessive behavior would bring punishment.
"Silence, God Chosen."
Cortana's projection appeared.
The new Players quieted down. They had all read Tenjiro's strategy posts and knew this was the opening scene.
This beautiful little loli was not simple; she was the Guide's right-hand assistant, and also a juvenile Star God.
"Welcome to hell..." Cortana finished her opening speech as usual and let the Players move freely.
"Are there any Soullesss?" Zigman waved and shouted.
He hadn't even had time to claim his rewards yet, but upon hearing that new Players were logging in, he excitedly rushed over.
He needed to cultivate some obedient Soulless Players to be teammates and strengthen the Battle Group's power.
Warmaster, Little Fatty, Little Alpaca, and other Players were all present. They were also here to recruit.
Warmaster and the others had formed an Astartes Battle Group. One had to follow the Astartes path to join.
Little Fatty followed the Knight route, recruiting partners who liked mecha.
Little Alpaca was a Battle Sister, only recruiting Players who wanted to become Priests or Sisters.
Old Bird and Dora were even more direct, having people hold a banner reading 'Flesh is Weak, Machine is Ascension'.
They only accepted those who planned to modify themselves into metal lumps.
Of course, there were also those who accepted everyone. For example, Dragon Lobster, known as the Strongest Recruiting Officer, whose 13th Regiment accepted all comers.
After all, many people came after watching his videos and were his fans. A video blogger who didn't care for their fans would be abandoned by them.
Just as the various Battle Groups were recruiting enthusiastically, the mission to reinforce Macragge popped up, quickly sparking heated discussion among the veteran Players.
"Reinforcing Macragge? Is this the plot where Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, resurrects?"
"I want to see that Chaos Big Brother who dared to actively attack a Primarch."
"The Emperor's Old Thirteen is preparing to resurrect, while the Guide's Old Thirteen is still trying to grab a game quota."
"The seventh batch of game quotas has been distributed, and Old Thirteen still hasn't gotten one?"
"No, I saw him screaming miserably in the group chat earlier!"
"What a poor kid, he hasn't managed to grab one since the first batch."
"Do you think this guy won't get one until the ninth time?"
"If you say that, we might have to call the Inquisition."
"..." Shortly after the mission was posted, eligible Players flocked to Aying to sign up for the trip to Macragge.
They were unwilling to miss this exciting plotline. Moreover, important plotlines often came with generous rewards.
The new Players who had just received game quotas, however, let out wails of distress.
"Why the LV10 restriction?"
"I can go be a human bomb for you guys, can't I?"
"Furious, trembling, and cold! When can we escape level discrimination?"
"..."
After wailing for a while, the new Players could only accept their fate, but this also ignited their fighting spirit.
They accepted that their current weakness prevented them from participating in the plotline of the Gene-Primarch Guilliman's resurrection.
But they definitely didn't want to miss the later plotlines, such as the Regent's pilgrimage to Terra.
Because the game was spread primarily within the Warhammer community, and a large number of quotas were distributed this time, many Players recognized each other.
"Nice, nice. Since it's so realistic, the wonders we build will definitely be magnificent, surpassing everything we've built in all previous games."
A new Player named MC Myth stroked his chin, already calculating how to achieve his grand enterprise.
Behind him, two subordinates nodded. They were fans of sandbox games like *stellaris* and *Minecraft*.
Their greatest pleasure was digging into the backstory, building wonders in the game, and researching different farming playstyles.
After hearing about a 100% realistic virtual reality game, they signed up. Who would have thought they would be selected immediately?
MC Legend: "Boss, which Battle Group should we join?"
MC Myth: "Definitely Dora Workshop. I read a post before that said this Battle Group is the richest. We need to accumulate resources to build wonders."
The game being too realistic wasn't entirely a good thing! The resources for building wonders had to be earned by acting as cannon fodder themselves...
After settling the new recruits, the veteran Players began preparing for the journey to Macragge.
The Black Legion was currently hunting down Belisarius Cawl and his group.
Once they arrived, there would certainly be continuous fierce battles.
Zigman went to claim the mission reward. The Star Realm Knight Corps had previously promised to give the Player with the greatest contribution a Saint Relic.
They did not break their promise and gave Zigman a suit of Power Armor from a thousand years ago.
Although Zigman had not been promoted, he had undergone biological enhancement, and his physique was comparable to an Astartes, allowing him to easily wear the Power Armor.
The moment this suit of Power Armor, which had a history, appeared, it immediately sparked envy among many Players.
Mass-produced models that could be bought with Contribution Points were nowhere near as powerful as 'Ancient Heritage' that had survived the trials of war.
Don't look down on the armor just because it was full of repair marks; those were medals of honor that money couldn't buy.
Furthermore, in this universe crawling with monsters and demons, Power Armor designated as a Saint Relic truly provided bonuses.
"This thing should have been mine." Scalp felt a wave of regret.
He knew that during the mission to quell the Punishment Fleet rebellion, he had held the top spot from beginning to end.
Only when Zigman charged alone into the realm of Tzeentch was he pushed down.
Tenjiro: "Don't be sad. This time going to Macragge, we will definitely loot a few Saint Relics."
Desert: "The Ultramarines are rolling in money. We really should help relieve them of some of it."
Bald Donkey: "Desert, your tone doesn't sound like a good person at all!"
Desert: "Hey, hey, don't slander a good person! My reputation is excellent. Local villagers always greet me warmly and stuff me with all sorts of chicken, duck, and seafood. I tell them no, but they insist."
Director Qi: "I always feel like something is strange."
While others were planning how to loot some Saint Relics from the Ultramarines.
Little Fatty was currently at Dora Workshop, discussing military equipment with Dora.
The Hammer and Sickle Battle Group also planned to go to Macragge for reinforcement.
Little Fatty wanted to obtain a stronger mecha for this mission.
"Is the Zagu 02 Type ready to use?"