Planet Atoma once again welcomed a surge of new Players, with countless citizens cheering for the arrival of these God Chosen, even holding a small celebration.
The God Chosen are the Emperor's envoys, His sharp swords, and the shields He forged for humanity.
As long as these God Chosen are present, humanity will have hope.
The Players were excited to enter Warhammer 0L, constantly shouting and cheering.
At this moment, Cortana's projection appeared within the temple.
Facing the dense crowd of Players, she began the beginner's questline.
"The Emperor's cheap currency – the Cadia Despoiler." After she completed the beginner's questline, her figure flickered and disappeared.
Immediately after, various Player organizations stepped forward to recruit new Players, expanding their active forces.
As the war progressed, the demand for new Players by various organizations also increased daily.
"There are so many new recruits this time."
As the recruitment director of MC Dynasty, MC Epic looked at the dense crowd of heads, revealing a look of astonishment.
"With so many people pre-registered, recruiting more people is a good thing, so not too many people have to wait."
"Let's get to work; those bastards from the Agricultural College have put their roasted Mushrooms on the menu again."
"Join and get a mech, no questions asked."
The welfare benefits offered by various organizations to new recruits were also top-notch.
MC Dynasty offered 500 large Zerg units and a set of biomass armor upon joining.
Such a gift pack was enough for a small-scale skirmish.
Dora Workshop was even more exaggerated on their end.
They offered mechs, drones, weapons, ammunition, and even a batch of armed servitors.
Their main focus was on being extravagant.
But they could afford it.
Currently, Dora Workshop has contracted the industrial production of multiple star sectors and controls many resource planets.
Their massive scale generated enormous profits, allowing them to recruit talent lavishly.
At the same time, Dora Workshop also launched several mega-projects.
The Doom Colossus, Dyson Sphere, etc., were all put on the agenda.
On mega-projects, Dora Workshop and MC Dynasty, these two rare allies, reached a cooperation agreement, solely to accelerate the implementation of the mega-projects.
Currently, all technical difficulties have been overcome, with only construction remaining.
Soon, those absurdly large mega-structures will be built like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
To advance these projects, these two factions needed the most new Players.
Some critical positions could only be filled by Players, firstly to prevent corruption by the Chaos Gods, and secondly to ensure that traitors would not cause sabotage.
Local natives could not resist the corruption of the Evil Gods, and there might also be deeply hidden traitors.
If they were to sabotage from within, the mega-projects would likely go bankrupt.
Even with the scale of MC Dynasty and Dora Workshop, the enormous funds required for the mega-projects were an incredibly exaggerated amount.
"Immediately arrange the guard to guide these God Chosen."
"Didn't the Inquisition report some missions regarding the Seven Great Demons? Let these new God Chosen undertake them."
The influx of a large number of God Chosen was a severe test for the public order of Planet Atoma.
However, high-level officials like Feng were already familiar with such situations.
They quickly arranged everything and settled these God Chosen.
"For the Emperor, charge!"
"For the happiness and beauty of the Imperium, brothers!"
"For the beautiful succubi!"
The new Players were full of enthusiasm, shouting various slogans as they embarked on their journey to conquer the galaxy.
They prepared to crusade against the traitors and xenos in the name of the Emperor.
Meanwhile, in Ghomorra, Alex also held a meeting to discuss the Nakmund Corridor.
Now that the Webway connecting Imperium Sanctus and the dark side had been repaired, the main task ahead was to resurrect Sanguinius.
With Cortana's efforts, Lion, Guilliman, and the avatar of the Laughing God, as well as the Eldar Great Prophet Eldrad, among others, participated in this meeting.
Even Trazyn, the Great Collector, participated in this meeting.
His appearance made the Laughing God's avatar, Eldrad, and other Eldar show displeasure.
But Alex mediated, barely allowing the two opposing groups to sit at one table to discuss the upcoming plan.
"Magnus, Lorgar, and Fulgrim have new movements; they formed an alliance on the Sorcerer's Planet, and then seized Abaddon's control over the Black Legion, clearly intending to stir up another great rebellion."
Eldrad spoke first, informing everyone of a significant piece of news.
"You mean those three traitors have allied?" Guilliman's projection sat beside the strategic control console, his voice deep.
Eldrad nodded, "Yes, this is the answer obtained through the Dance of Fate, and at the same time, we have listened to the voice of Immaterium, confirming this intelligence."
After hearing the Eldar prophet's words, Lion solemnly stroked his chin, lost in thought.
"This matter is difficult to handle; their alliance of three is definitely a formidable enemy."
"With the slightest carelessness, we could lose everything."
If it were the old Lion, he would have expressed disdain.
But after years of slumber, he had clearly matured.
His old personality was completely gone.
"Is there any news of Angron, Mortarion, and Perturabo?"
Sanguinius, shrouded in light, spoke, also showing a worried expression.
If these three Primarchs also joined the alliance of Magnus, Lorgar, Fulgrim, and others, then this war would be very difficult to fight.
In the end, it would definitely evolve into another The Battle of Terra.
The Chaos Gods would certainly send out their minions to slowly wear down humanity.
Especially Perturabo; this guy possessed excellent mechanical and siege talents.
He was the one who spearheaded the The Battle of Terra from the start.
His duel with Dorn, even if Horus had witnessed it, he wouldn't have dared to claim he could do better.
If not for the latter stages of the The Battle of Terra, when Horus relied on the power of the Chaos Gods, using an endless tide of demons to overwhelm the Imperial defenders' lines.
Perturabo felt that Horus's reliance on the Chaos Gods was a trampling of his own talent and beliefs, so he left the Terra battlefield with the Iron Warriors.
Before leaving, he also cursed Horus soundly.
In fact, Perturabo always believed that the The Battle of Terra was a war between humans, and the Gods had no right to interfere.
The Gods could provide aid, but they had no right to dictate humanity's fate.
Even if Horus defeated the Emperor, humanity's fate should be decided by the victorious Primarchs.
It was a pity that Horus disregarded his thoughts.
The two sides eventually went their separate ways.
Horus also did not try to retain him, as Perturabo's value was to breach the Imperial Palace on Terra and provide enough slaughter for the Chaos Gods' minions to descend.
But Perturabo's talent could not be denied.
It is rumored that in the Eye of Terror, he built countless iron cities.
If he joined Magnus's alliance, the Imperium of Man's numerical advantage would be nullified by him, which would be extremely detrimental to the Imperium.
"No news yet," Eldrad said, "They might have other plans."
"If it's only the three of them, that's still good news," Lion nodded.
"Magnus and the other two seizing Abaddon's command must be planning to use the Black Legion to fight us."
"Now, we need to figure out where they intend to set the battlefield."
"The Nakmund Corridor." Alex waved his hand to open a projection, displaying a star map of the galaxy. "If they are to choose a battlefield, the first choice is Terra, followed by the Nakmund Corridor."
"Terra is the heart of the Imperium, the Emperor's abode; conquering Terra would be tantamount to declaring the destruction of the Imperium of Man."
"But with the Indomitus Crusade launched by Guilliman, multiple Warp routes leading to Terra have already been recaptured."
"If they try to attack Terra, it would undoubtedly be self-destruction; the powerful military might of the Imperium would trap them in a quagmire, making it difficult to escape."
"Unable to attack Terra, they will certainly settle for the next best thing, planning to first weaken the Imperium through war and hunt down the still-loyal Primarchs. The Nakmund Corridor is the best target."
"The Nakmund Corridor is the Imperium's throat, the obligatory path for the Imperial Navy, Rogue Traders, and cargo fleets. Once this location is cut off, the connection between Terra and the dark side of the Imperium will be severed."
Just as Alex was explaining why the Daemon Primarchs would attack the Nakmund Corridor,
Cortana appeared beside Alex and handed him a message from Vigil.
Alex read it, his expression slightly furrowed, then he smiled and shared the received message with the others.
"Latest news, the warbands under the Black Legion have received orders to proceed to Vigil to prepare for a large-scale battle."
"It seems I guessed correctly. Magnus and the others are indeed targeting the Nakmund Corridor."
"I will immediately depart for Vigil," Lion said, "I will not allow them any chance to set foot on the planet's surface."
"Vigil is protected by multiple fleets; with Lion added, it will certainly be impregnable," Guilliman nodded, agreeing that Lion should immediately depart to provide support.
"No." Alex shook his head. "If there were no Webway, Vigil would be the Imperium's lifeline and would naturally need to be fully protected, but now we are not without options."
"You want to abandon Vigil?" Guilliman looked at Alex, a puzzled expression on his face. "Even with the Webway,
abandoning Vigil is a very foolish decision."
"After destroying the Nakmund Corridor, Magnus and the others will also attack the Webway, initiating a new round of Webway wars. At that time, if even the Webway is lost, where will we go??"
"Only if the bait is large enough can the Vengeful Spirit appear." Alex said, "Abaddon is a very cautious person; no matter which side gains an overwhelming advantage, he and the Vengeful Spirit will not appear."
"To truly resurrect Sanguinius, we must collect enough soul fragments. The fragments in the hands of the Gods are currently out of reach; the soul fragments on the Vengeful Spirit are our only chance."
"We need to engage in a tug-of-war with the Chaos forces at Vigil, and then seize the Vengeful Spirit at all costs to reclaim Sanguinius's soul fragments."
"This is no simple matter," the Laughing God's avatar said. "After those Daemon Primarchs ascended, they possess power not inferior to that of a God."
No matter how much Cegorach didn't want to admit it, Lorgar and the other Daemon Primarchs already possessed the ability to contend with a lesser God like him.
If nothing unexpected happened, the Primarchs created by the Emperor were originally supposed to be Gods in humanity's pantheon.
Even his true form would not dare to guarantee victory against those Daemon Primarchs.
"Nothing is ever easy," Alex said. "We will eventually have to face these Daemon Primarchs and the Chaos Gods who support them."
"We must do our best to resurrect and recover those lost Imperial heroes, thereby strengthening our side."
"Well said." Trazyn clapped his metallic hands, producing a clear and resonant sound. "The Gods are nothing special."
"We Necron once challenged the Gods and even won."
"That was opportunistic of you," the Laughing God's avatar said with disdain.
"No matter what, we won, unlike a certain race that was directly blown up by the so-called Prince of Pleasure." Trazyn's metallic mouth was as if poisoned.
A few words almost caused many of the Eldar participating in the meeting to break down.
This guy's words were like knives, specifically designed to stab people in their hearts.
"Enough, now is not the time to discuss the grievances between your two races." Alex stopped their argument before the situation worsened.
"Now, we are discussing how to engage in a tug-of-war with the Chaos forces, making them continuously deploy armies to Vigil, thereby drawing out the Vengeful Spirit."
In the face of Alex's strong demeanor, the Laughing God's avatar and Trazyn glared at each other, then turned away, no longer paying attention to the other.
"I will personally oversee Vigil," Lion said. "I will control the tempo, letting them see hope, thereby continuously increasing their troop deployment, but always keeping them just short of victory."
"Do you have confidence?" Alex looked at Lion, feeling a little uneasy.
"If you're worried, you can also assign more God Chosen to me. I must say, they are simply perfect tools," Lion laughed.
"I will. At that time, you can build a lighthouse on Vigil, and I will have the God Chosen support you at any time," Alex said.
"With the help of the God Chosen, I am fully confident," Lion said confidently.
"Then I'll leave it to you," Alex said. "I will support you at any time."
"What about me?" Guilliman asked. "Am I not participating in such an important campaign?"
"Of course you are participating. The Nakmund Corridor is home to multiple human worlds," Alex said. "These worlds are inhabited by large numbers of humans. Once Vigil falls, the Nakmund Corridor will collapse, and the Chaos tide will engulf everything."
"These innocent people must be rescued from the abyss, and this work can only be handled by a Primarch with extraordinary wisdom and leadership skills."