252: Chapter 253 Pale Giant Slogan

At the same time, Lin Li pushed an optional quest to all players in the game system backend on time.

[Optional Quest Update: Expedition of the Star Sea — The Invitation of the Big Guys!]

[Quest Description: A powerful Astartes Chapter is recruiting new blood. Join them, and you will have the chance to step onto their decks, and even have the chance to become a Space Marine, the hidden advanced class route!]

Once this quest was released.

The players who logged in the next day saw the announcement and were instantly pumped up, their eyes glowing green with excitement, all full of energy!

After all, in this game with a Warhammer background, who could refuse to be a Space Marine clad in heavy Power Armor, tearing apart aliens with their bare hands?!

This is the ultimate romance for men!

At this moment, inside the recruitment point.

Two Space Marine Captains were sitting behind a desk. Faced with this unprecedented voluntary recruitment mode, their reactions were completely different.

Captain Roshiam of the Death Spectres was calm and composed.

He crossed his hands on the desk, closed his eyes, and silently recited prayers to the God-Emperor.

Since this group of clones was a gift from that mysterious leader, he would accept them all according to procedure.

And sitting in the prefab room on the other side was Chapter Master Tyberos of the Carcharodons.

Sitting on that oversized alloy chair, he was twisting back and forth as if there were a dozen nails stuck in his butt, unable to get comfortable.

This so-called method of setting up a stall to recruit people did not fit the Carcharodons' style of doing things at all!

"Absurd!"

Chapter Master Tyberos rubbed his Power Claw irritably,

"We have always smashed open the gates of Hive Cities and forcibly dragged the strongest criminals and gladiators onto our ships!"

"How can it be like this now, setting up a recruitment point and having to see if these mortals are willing to sign up? This is simply weak!"

However.

Just as Chapter Master Tyberos's complaint left his mouth.

"Rumble—"

The ground outside the prefab room suddenly trembled violently.

Chapter Master Tyberos and Captain Roshiam looked up sharply.

At the end of the plaza, a huge, swarming crowd of players, like a zombie horde that had smelled blood, were scrambling and crazily squeezing toward these two prefab rooms!

"Don't push! Damn it, let me fill out the form first! I want to change classes!"

"The Carcharodons paint job is cool! I want to join the Carcharodons!"

"For the God-Emperor! Let me be a Space Marine!"

Many of those rushing in the front were solo players who had not joined large player guilds or legions.

The vast majority of them were foreign players who pursued personal heroism.

They really wanted to be Space Marines so much!

Now that this legendary hidden class change route was actually open in the game, how could they let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by?

Therefore, they were all high-spirited, willing to risk even a broken head to grab a spot.

Faced with this crazy, crowded, and heated situation.

Captain Roshiam, sitting next door, was very pleased.

What surprised him even more was that all the people rushing over to sign up were those clone warriors with powerful combat capabilities on the battlefield!

Although Captain Roshiam knew very well that these mortals were already fully developed adults, their bones and nerves fully grown, and they could not withstand the transformation surgery to implant gene-seeds, making it difficult to transform them directly into true Astartes.

However, recruiting this group of lunatics who weren't even afraid of death onto the ship to serve as the Chapter's auxiliary troops and boarding fodder was definitely an excellent, risk-free choice!

...

The few days of heated recruitment soon ended.

These two Chapters did not intend to stay in the Yuanwang Star System for the long term.

On the distant spaceport tarmac.

Tens of thousands of players, carrying various messy bundles of luggage, were excitedly lining up to board the giant troop transport shuttles sent by the two Astartes Chapters.

On another runway not far away, heavy cargo shuttles were taking off and landing, constantly transporting large quantities of munitions to the Strike Cruisers in orbit.

Inside them were weapons and ammunition given to these two Chapters for free.

In this class change event, a great number of players chose to join the Astartes faction, totaling more than 30,000 people!

And among them, nearly 20,000 people swarmed into the Carcharodons Chapter.

After all, compared to the dark paint job and low-key actions of the Death Spectres; the Carcharodons' style, full of violent aesthetics and the brutal habit of tearing enemies apart, was clearly much more popular among The Fourth Calamity.

Player [Chishi Technology], carrying a Bolter, squeezed into the shuttle with a crowd of excited players and found a corner to sit in the dim cabin.

Accompanying him was a solo player friend he met in the game—[Toothpick Stirring the Vat].

As soon as Toothpick sat down, he took out a pile of various flavors of beef jerky, canned beer, and a large bag of spicy strips from his tactical backpack, placed them on his knees, and started eating voraciously.

Chishi Technology looked at his brother chewing with grease all over his mouth, speechless:

"No, buddy, you're riding a shuttle, why are you acting like you're going on a spring outing?"

Toothpick tore open a bag of spicy strips, stuffed them into his mouth, and complained vaguely:

"I don't want to either! I have a problem; I don't know why, but in the real world, I get motion sickness as soon as I ride in a car or plane. It's the same in this game; as soon as the spaceship shakes, I get dizzy and want to vomit."

"But I discovered a folk remedy!"

Toothpick took a swig of beer,

"As long as I keep eating in my mouth and there's something to digest in my stomach, my attention is diverted, and I won't get motion sickness."

Chishi rolled his eyes:

"Then what's the difference between eating in the game and eating in reality? No matter how realistic the taste simulation is, it can't fill your stomach in reality."

Toothpick swallowed a piece of jerky with difficulty and sighed: "I'm used to it."

Chishi patted his shoulder:

"Since it's so uncomfortable, why don't you just log off? Just log back in when the ship reaches its destination, right?"

"No!"

Hearing this, Toothpick shook his head like a rattle,

"I absolutely cannot log off! I'm afraid of missing the plot!"

"This shitty game is something else. This is our first time boarding a Space Marine ship for an inter-galaxy voyage. What if an epic cutscene triggers midway? This game doesn't have a CG replay function, let alone thoughtful plot hints. If I miss it, I'll regret it to death!"

Chishi Technology was completely speechless and decided to ignore him.

He found a comfortable position to lean against the bulkhead, closed his eyes, and cleanly and neatly logged off.

...

A few hours later.

When Chishi Technology finished his meal and put on his helmet to log back in.

He found himself and a group of solo players in a narrow, oppressive metal space.

This so-called barracks was actually a cabin converted from an abandoned cargo hold.

The space was densely packed with six multi-layered single iron bunk beds, and the players' luggage was casually piled to one side.

The air was filled with a mixed smell of machine oil, sweat, and rusted metal.

And that guy named Toothpick was currently sitting cross-legged on the lower bunk opposite him, actually still cracking sunflower seeds.

Chishi rubbed his eyes and sat up:

"Where are we now?"

"Yo, you're online!"

Toothpick spat out a sunflower seed shell,

"According to those Big Guy NPCs outside, we are currently staying in the belly of the main ship, preparing to head to an unknown galaxy."

Chishi recalled the background settings about the Carcharodons Chapter he had read on the forum.

The Carcharodons Chapter is a standard fleet-based Chapter.

They have no fixed home planet; endless wandering and slaughter in the cold, dark universe is their norm.

Precisely because of this, their logistics and supplies were extremely tight; they were dirt poor.

Even the set of Terminator Power Armor worn by Chapter Master Tyberos was covered in bullet holes, patched up, and full of rough welding repair marks everywhere.

If even the boss's equipment was this shabby, then the living environment inside this fleet was even worse.

Chishi Technology looked around at the rusted iron bunk beds and the mottled, peeling paint on the bulkheads; this environment was basically no different from a large garbage dump.

"Good grief."

Chishi couldn't really be happy anymore,

"I knew the Carcharodons were poor, but I really didn't expect them to be this poor. This treatment isn't even as good as our mining dorms."

"Which ship are we on now?" Chishi asked.

Toothpick thought for a while and scratched his head:

"Seems to be called something... Pale Giant? I heard from those NPC veterans that this Strike Cruiser is considered the flagship of the entire Carcharodons 3rd Company."

"Oh, right!"

Toothpick suddenly stopped cracking sunflower seeds and lowered his voice,

"There's also some very bad news I have to tell you."

"What news?"

"I just went for a walk outside. Since our group's clones already have fully developed adult bones, we cannot withstand the rejection reaction of implanting gene-seeds. The probability of transforming into true Astartes is zero!"

Toothpick shrugged,

"In other words, even if we join the Chapter, we can't become Big Guys wearing Power Armor. At most, we can only be mortal auxiliary troops who serve tea, pour water, and are responsible for boarding charges."

"Huh?!"

Chishi Technology was stunned,

"There's this shitty setting? Didn't the official announcement say there was a chance to become a Space Marine?"

Chishi looked around the quiet cabin again, unwilling to give up, and found a blind spot:

"Wait, doesn't this room have six beds? Where are the brothers in the other bunks?"

Toothpick chuckled and pointed outside: "They all ran off to watch a match."

"A match? What match?" Chishi was confused.

"Just a moment ago, a hot-tempered guy heard that we couldn't become Space Marines and immediately expressed strong dissatisfaction. He rushed to the deck, blocked a passing Space Marine veteran, and lodged a very strong protest, demanding that he must be given the transformation surgery."

Toothpick described it vividly,

"And guess what happened? That Big Guy didn't even glance at him, he just kicked him away."

"Later, that guy couldn't take it, he's a tough one, so he started a fight, citing the rules of Warhammer, and challenged that Big Guy to some kind of sacred honor duel in public! He said if he won, he had to perform the surgery on him. Now, the outcome on the deck should be decided soon."

Toothpick said this, leaned in closer, and added mysteriously:

"There's also gossip. I just logged off and went to the forum to check the data from the plot researchers. Someone analyzed that the gene-seed of the Carcharodons 3rd Company is very likely from the traitorous World Eaters Legion! It's a chimera!"

"And look, many of the Big Guys here aren't bald like others. This shows that their genetic mutation really has problems. This speculation is actually very likely to be true!"

Chishi Technology had no intention of listening to Toothpick's gossip about Warhammer background.

Are you kidding me! Players fighting Space Marines, this kind of fun is not common!

"Where is the duel?!"

Chishi jumped straight off the bed, "I must go to the front row to see it!"

After saying that, Chishi didn't wait for Toothpick to answer, pulled open the cabin door, took big strides, and excitedly ran along the dim metal corridor towards the noisy deck where the crowd was.