"Everyone, look around. Maybe we can find some clues."
Labor Most Glorious called upon the other Players to search for clues together.
Numerous Players scattered around the jet bike, even deploying drones.
Their footsteps, shouts, and the roar of machines echoed through the empty Spirit Race city.
At first, the Players were full of motivation, after all, who wouldn't want to see the man hailed as the fastest in the Warhammer Universe?
However, after searching for a while, they found nothing and immediately became disheartened.
It was as if this transport ship had appeared out of thin air, with no clues about its owner.
"He probably left the jet bike here when he was passing through."
"Forget it, let's excavate the treasures of this city first."
"Looking at the scale of this city, it should have some good stuff."
The Players of the adventure group turned their attention back to this long-lost Webway city.
According to the data obtained from their detection instruments, this Webway city was built at least five million years ago.
"Five million years? At that time, humans were probably still using stones, right?"
Dream Hall Hermit said, looking at the time displayed on the instrument in his hand.
"Using stones? You're thinking too optimistically." Labor Most Glorious shook his head, "At that time, humans hadn't even shed all their fur yet!"
"Do the Spirit Race look at humans the same way we look at fishermen?"
"Very likely."
The Players chatted and explored this ancient city.
They found many rare gems, crystals, precious metals, and Spirit Bone materials.
These things are relatively common in such lost Spirit Race city ruins.
Besides that, they also found some blank Soulstones.
These are good items.
They could exchange them for a lot of good things from those Spirit Race.
As long as Slaanesh doesn't die, the Spirit Race's demand for Soulstones will not disappear.
After all, Soulstones can protect them from being devoured by Slaanesh.
Soulstones are made from psychic crystals called Waystones.
If a Spirit Race carries a Soulstone with him,
When he dies, his soul will be absorbed into the Soulstone.
That way, his nemesis Slaanesh won't be able to consume him.
Otherwise, he would end up like the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari, becoming Slaanesh's after-dinner dessert.
Soulstones can be brought back to the Ark Eldar and placed within the Spirit Bone core, allowing them to grow into larger Soulstones.
Through the soul circuits laid out by the Spirit Bone, the deceased can freely travel within the soul circuits,
And become part of the Ark Eldar world's consciousness along with other deceased.
"With this batch of Soulstones, this trip has broken even." Dream Hall Hermit showed excitement on his face.
As long as they could leave, they could sell these Soulstones to the Ark Eldar of Ghomorra and make a huge profit.
The adventure group was formed at his call, and his dream was to explore every ruin in the universe and excavate the treasures left by ancient civilizations.
Because he entered the game late and there were no support policies,
All activities of the adventure group were self-funded.
If they kept losing money, the adventure group would probably disband after only a few explorations.
Therefore, profitability is also a very important matter.
Ammunition, warships, power armor, logistical supplies, and so on—all of that costs money to buy.
Without profitability, it really can't continue.
"As long as you don't court death, exploring ruins can't possibly lose money," Labor Most Glorious said.
"Not only does Cortana need those ancient relics, but the Tech-priests also like them."
"Besides selling the things we excavate to the Spirit Race, we can also sell them to other Players who like to collect."
Just as everyone was celebrating their harvest,
"I found an entrance here at the temple."
A Player (ID: Thunderbolt Ranger LOL) shouted in the communication channel.
Dream Hall Hermit and the other Players heard the voice and rushed towards the coordinates shared by that Player.
That temple was magnificent.
The main gate was set with a sealing barrier,
But with the passage of time, the seal had been damaged.
The Players easily walked in.
Everything inside was well-preserved, with hardly any dust.
Sculptures of the Spirit Race gods stood in abundance.
On the walls, there were exquisite murals.
"These murals should depict the origin of the Spirit Race."
Labor Most Glorious looked at the murals, which hadn't faded after millions of years, and spoke with surprise.
The murals vividly described a group of Old Ones with large heads, slender bodies, and enveloped in light, who shaped the Spirit Race gods.
The Spirit Race gods then gave birth to descendants, forming the earliest tribes of the Spirit Race.
Subsequently, the gods learned from the Old Ones and created the Spirit Race civilization.
This race progressed step by step, following the path arranged by their creators, and eventually became a glorious civilization.
"Record it and then throw it online for the warhammer scholars to study." Dream Hall Hermit didn't pay much attention to those murals; he wasn't interested in the Spirit Race's old history.
He just wanted to know if those old Spirit Race geezers had left anything good behind.
"Don't look at those murals, come here quickly."
Thunderbolt Ranger LOL shouted to his brothers in the adventure group.
Led by him, the Players arrived in front of a vast, pitch-black cave entrance.
Light beams shot into it but couldn't reach the bottom, as if it were infinitely deep.
"This thing should be a rift between Reality and the Warp, right?"
"What do you guys think is inside?"
"Definitely treasure."
"Let's go in and see."
The Players chattered excitedly, showing no fear of the unknown, only greed for potential unknown treasures.
After a discussion, the Players decided to delve into the dark cave.
They arranged for a few Players to guard the treasures they had already acquired,
The other Players activated their flight functions and entered the dark cave.
As they delved deeper, the Players felt a strange sensation, as if they were approaching the end of the universe; their souls and bodies unconsciously developed a sense of fear, urging them not to go deeper but to turn back immediately.
The power armor system became chaotic.
The flow of time became difficult to anchor.
But Players are born fearless; the more instinctive the fear, the more excited they become.
They all activated maximum power and rushed wildly through the cave.
Eventually, they crossed some kind of boundary.
That feeling was very strange, like being outside of everything and transcending everything.
Immediately after, light appeared.
They passed through the pitch-black cave and landed on a cold land.
The stars above were densely packed and arranged in a very strange way.
"Where is this?" Dream Hall Hermit looked around, his face filled with confusion.
Why was the bottom of the cave such a scene?
He thought they would fall into a crack in the universe!
"The stars in the sky are a bit off."
Labor Most Glorious compared the stars and frowned.
"This angle is too strange, it's like the Milky Way has become a painting."
"We might have fallen outside the universe, or into a four-dimensional space."
Dream Hall Hermit: "66."
Thunderbolt Ranger LOL: "66."
The other Players in the adventure group: "66."
Are you kidding me?
Fallen outside the universe? Fallen into four-dimensional space??
Can this game be that absurd??
"Look at the stars above your heads, doesn't it feel like standing in the void and looking down at a planet?"
Labor Most Glorious's words made the other Players look up.
Then they all gasped, and indeed, it really did look like that.
"It should be that we jumped out of the game's modeling." A Player (ID: Love and Joker) offered his opinion.
"I think we should consider another thing, which is how to leave? Now that we have left the game modeling, does it also mean we have left the main program?"
"If we die now, will the data be lost??"
Labor Most Glorious's words made the other Players a bit panicked.
They had only just managed to level up to 10 or higher, completed their first class advancement, and shed the title of newbie.
If the data were lost, wouldn't they have to start from the novice quests again?
More importantly, if they died here, would it cause an error and thus lose their game slot?
Thinking of this, the Players were instantly paralyzed.
Don't explore and lose the game slot they painstakingly queued for.
"The situation shouldn't be that bad. Warhammer 0L is said to be 100% realistic. Maybe this place is also an easter egg made by the game officials for Players."
"The Warhammer Universe has both rule gods and faith gods, as well as high technology. Being thrown outside the universe is not that rare an easter egg."
Dream Hall Hermit's words slightly calmed the other Players in the adventure group.
They scattered, exploring this cold land.
It was not entirely desolate; many strange Spirit Bone buildings and crystal structures were located on this land.
Clearly, the Spirit Race or Old Ones had built this place for some purpose.
Roar!
When the Players explored deep enough,
A terrifying roar sounded.
Accompanied by the appearance of strange light, some bizarre, twisted creatures that completely defied the laws of the Reality Universe appeared before the Players and attacked them.
But the Players easily killed those monsters and obtained some peculiar crystals from their bodies.
The Players tested these crystals.
They found that they contained a strange power that could change rules,
But this power was not the Aetheric power of Immaterium, but another power that humanity had not yet recognized.
"These crystals are probably priceless."
The Players didn't understand the use of these crystals, but they knew these things must have a purpose.
"There's a temple over there, there should be a way out."
Love and Joker saw a magnificent temple.
The Players rushed in that direction, fighting those creatures again along the way, and finally successfully reached the temple.
And inside the temple, they found a peculiar crystal the size of a human head.
The power contained within the crystal was consistent with the power in the crystals dropped by killing those strange creatures.
The Players naturally showed no politeness and directly pocketed the crystal.
The temple also had many murals.
"These murals should depict the late stages of the War in Heaven."
Labor Most Glorious carefully observed the murals and made his guess.
The murals vividly described the cruelty of the war. The Old Ones possessed many mysterious and powerful technologies, and also had numerous vassals,
But they were still repeatedly defeated and suffered heavy casualties against the Necron army led by the C'tan.
In addition, the calm Warp, due to years of war, had also bred terrifying monsters.
In despair, the Old Ones opened this node outside the universe, collecting Void energy, hoping to quell the war with it.
But unfortunately, this plan did not succeed.
Instead, it attracted creatures of the void.
They continuously poured into the Reality Universe,
Ultimately, forcing the Old Ones to seal them.
Later, the Spirit Race built cities and temples, strengthening the seal.
Unfortunately, as the Aeldari Empire Towards collapse, the seals here were no longer maintained and eventually collapsed.
Fortunately, there was also a dark passage inside the temple, and the Players activated their flight devices, passed through the dark passage, and returned to the Webway space.
However, as soon as they returned, they heard intense gunshots and shouts.
"Kill these damned humans."
"Skin them, bone them, make their lives worse than death."
"Drukhari / Dark Aeldari." Dream Hall Hermit immediately recognized the attackers of his comrades who stayed behind.
After Ghomorra was destroyed, the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari scattered throughout the Webway, looking for opportunities to attack humans and Ark Eldar.
"Let's get them!" Labor Most Glorious shouted.
The Players who had finished exploring the ruins shouted various slogans, rushed out of the temple, and engaged the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari.
However, most of these Players were level 10 or 11, having just completed their first class advancement.
They could handle an equal number of Drukhari / Dark Aeldari,
But now, the enemy's numbers were several times their own.
Soon, the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari pushed the adventure group Players into a desperate situation.
Just as they were about to be completely wiped out,
A towering giant entered the battlefield, wielding a scimitar, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.
In just a moment, he had those Drukhari / Dark Aeldari crying for their parents and scrambling everywhere.
Ultimately, the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari were utterly routed and fled the battlefield in disarray.
And this towering giant who had intervened was none other than the Primarch Jaghatai Khan, whom the Players had previously searched for in vain.
After the battle, Jaghatai Khan glanced at the Players, then turned to leave.
The Players naturally all chased after him; this was a Primarch, how could they just let him go?
What kind of reward would they get for bringing back a Primarch?
Just thinking about it made the young Players excited.
They were definitely going to get rich.
"Khan, come back with us." Dream Hall Hermit blocked Jaghatai Khan's path, "The Imperium is in a very critical situation and needs you."
"No, it's not time yet."
Leaving these words, Jaghatai Khan continued to walk deeper into the Webway.
Dream Hall Hermit and the other Players wanted to continue chasing him, following Jaghatai Khan while sending someone back to report, asking other Primarchs to persuade this King of Chogoris.
However, when Jaghatai Khan walked into the rolling mist, he disappeared.
No matter how the Players searched, there was no clue.
The Warhawk of Chogoris appeared as abruptly as he vanished.
"He left us and went?"
"Let's go. We'll go back and tell the Guide about this."
The Players, having found nothing, had no choice but to take their gains, leave the lost Webway city, and return to Ghomorra to report the situation.
At the same time, they also handed over the Void Crystal to Cortana for inspection.