24: Chapter 24 Yang's Little Scheme, the Players' Heavy Blow.

"Where is this?" Yang Gao asked.

"Reporting to you, my lord, this is Prandium."

Hearing this, Yang Gao cursed inwardly. Damn it, the system had sent him to the First Tyranid War.

He had wondered why the system was being so friendly, choosing such an easy option for him. So this was where the catch was. Sigh, don't panic, don't panic. He was, after all, a person possessing 5% of the Emperor's psychic power.

"So, what is the situation now?"

"Reporting, my lord. A few months ago, the masters in the upper levels of the Hive City suddenly ordered us to work overtime to produce ammunition and mine ore. It seems something major has happened."

Yang Gao's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, it couldn't be that coincidental, could it?

He thought about it. Right, he could go to the area of Sothos to find the Figure King, Calgar. But what could he use to get Calgar to intervene? The Figure King... right! He could use something that would entice him to take action!

But what would be good? Cola? He had been asleep for tens of millions of years, so he probably hadn't collected it yet. Hmm, I've decided to give it a try.

"System!"

"Ding! What request does the host have that needs to be fulfilled by this system?"

"Can you turn all of this into a game instance and upload it?"

Yang Gao looked at the system nervously, awaiting a response.

"Confirmed. Instance generation in progress. Generation successful. Uploading."

"Old Li, come quickly! A new game instance has been released."

"Really? Then I have to log in."

The players logged into the game and discovered their attire looked just like that of a Civilian. Or perhaps even worse than a Civilian.

"What is Brother Gao up to again?"

"I don't know. Looking at this, we seem to be refugees fleeing a disaster. I feel like this start is really bad."

"Look, is that Brother Gao?"

"It really looks like him."

"Is that an NPC? Does Brother Gao know he's incurred public wrath and is letting us beat up an NPC to vent our anger?"

"Then what are we waiting for? Brothers, attack!"

The players swarmed forward, intending to surround Yang Gao with fists and kicks.

"Brothers, calm down, calm down! It's a real person!"

Seeing the crowd's indignation, Yang Gao hurriedly spoke, fearing they would gang up on him. After all, two fists couldn't fight four hands. Even though he had 5% of the Emperor's psychic power, he couldn't stop them from respawning.

"Then what about you delaying the updates for so long?"

"Uh, I'll definitely update tomorrow. If I don't, I'm a dog." Yang Gao barked a few times in his heart and then smiled.

"Then tell us, what is the mission for this instance?"

"Protect Prandium well."

"Alright then. What is the mission description?"

"Don't rush, I'm still writing it."

"Brother Gao, I'm going to... Good grief, you didn't finish the instance before uploading it? You uploaded a half-finished product, what is the meaning of this?"

"Young man, don't be impatient. Haste makes waste."

Yang Gao quickly finished the operation and displayed the information to the players.

The First Tyranid War

This war caused several asteroids around the 500 Worlds of Macragge to become dead worlds.

Player Mission

Defeat or repel the Tyranids' attack in the Defense of Prandium, thereby protecting the Ultramarines' home world, Macragge.

"The Ultramarines are those blue tin cans, right?"

"What tin cans? Do you understand anything? These are Space Marines!"

At this moment, someone asked.

"Then what role do we play in this? In this Defense of Prandium?"

"Astra Militarum."

"Hey, author, what do you mean? We don't get to play as Astartes? Are you looking down on us? I have plenty of money."

"No, no, brothers, listen to me. The game's background is that the Ultramarines have concentrated their forces to defend Macragge, and have abandoned Prandium. That's what it means."

"Author, is this story trying to make us play the role of a desperate last stand?"

Seeing that they didn't refuse, Yang Gao immediately felt there was still a chance, so he simply added fuel to the fire.

"What, are you afraid?"

"What a joke, what is there to be afraid of?"

"You must craft your own weapons and equipment."

"What?"

"Brother Gao, I've given you enough face."

"Brothers, calm down!" Yang Gao's brain worked at lightning speed. Suddenly, he thought of an idea.

"You don't know this, but weapons in this world have Machine Spirits. Only weapons crafted with your own hands possess a Machine Spirit. The Machine Spirit can assist the user in achieving geometric multipliers in effectiveness." After finishing, he feigned a look of heartbreak. "I didn't expect that my good intentions would be met with your cold shoulders."