"......Huh? I remember that your company, Big E, is not short of people, right? Why are you suddenly recruiting us?" Liang Feifan was the first to be startled and almost jumped up from the sofa. "Although I'm very interested, my major has nothing to do with your company. Big E, aren't you recruiting a parasite by recruiting me? Although I don't mind, I don't want to do my current job anymore." A certain chosen one of Gods, who was already exhausted by his work, spoke calmly. "Big E, what... do you mean? I'm a little scared by your sudden generosity - to be honest, if you put this offer online, as long as others confirm that it's real and won't send people to Southeast Asia, you can get at least a hundred resumes from people who are much better than us in terms of degree or ability in less than half a day." The Lich King, who was playing as a Krieg chess piece but was actually very cautious, looked stunned. "I'm happy to change jobs. Anyway, my current job is just a poor job with such low salary. But Big E, you made this request out of the blue. Does it have anything to do with the universe in 40K?" A certain Silent also felt that he could change jobs, but he always felt that Brother Big E had some extra ideas. After hearing Big E's request to their group, the Hammers were silent for a few seconds, and then they began to chatter. After Big E handed them the contract and other things and let them read it, the Hammers chattered even louder. The contract was fine, and the other documents were fine. Big E just wanted to recruit them with high salary, high benefits and idle jobs! To be honest, if it were someone who didn't know Big E, they might have already sworn to live and die with Big E's company. But the Hammers...? "Big E, just tell the truth. What happened in your hometown that you suddenly said this? My hands are shaking right now. I want to kick the boss away and sign the contract with you. But I know your stuff. There must be a price for taking it. Tell me the price clearly so that I can feel more at ease when signing."
Even though it's clear The expenditure is just a drop in the bucket for Big E. The Hammers are still very sure that Big E will not change some of his nature. Such a good treatment must be hidden behind something - something that is extremely beneficial to Big E. Although the Hammers and Big E are already close, they really don't know the specific origin of Big E's sudden recruitment. I don’t dare to eat this pie! "Yes, because of your previous great activity, I can now interfere with the universe where I was born more easily and conveniently. This also allows me to do some things more flexibly. It's hard to understand verbally, so I will show you." Big E said so, picked up a remote control, pointed in a certain direction and pressed the red button on it. About thirty seconds later, a robot with the aesthetic style of the 40K human empire appeared holding a screen. Before the Hammers could ask what this thing was for, Big E pressed another button on the remote control. In an instant, sentences similar to RPG task assignments began to appear on the screen. In less than five seconds, the screen was already filled with words. Group "Ah, this? A mission issuing robot?" The Lich King reached out and touched the robot. It felt normal, made of metal. "Big E, you started using external means to analyze prayers? And you made something like a task release board? Is this thing really okay? Wait! This isn't just one person's prayer, is it?" After Liang Feifan read a few sentences on the screen, he suddenly realized that the subject of these sentences did not seem to be one person? "Liang Feifan, you read it right. These are indeed prayers from several different people. Big E, you received so many prayers at the same time? No, Big E, has your receiving ability become so good? Where is the prayer of despair you promised me?" Abathur took out the manual and began to read it. He looked at the manual for a while, and then looked up from time to time, trying to confirm which one had the problem. Of course, he also knew that the right to interpret this matter belonged to Big E, so the possibility that both of them were fine was... very high? Looking at the several different prayers that obviously came from different people popping up on the screen, the Hammers were confused again. According to the manual that Big E gave them at the beginning, it was extremely difficult for the universe in 40K to let Big E sense the prayer of despair. The scattered restrictions basically meant that of the warriors' dying roars that did not conform to the prayer rules could only dissipate in the dark universe of 40K. However, what Big E showed them now seemed like the rules had changed... "After you successfully defeated the servants of the Four Chaos Gods and even left a deep impact on Nurgle, my power has been further strengthened because of their retreat. The rules of the desperate prayers that I can receive have not changed at present, but now I can pick up the voices that I couldn't respond to before from the torrent of the warp, and try to establish a connection with these voices. Even if I am sure that something is bound to happen, I can take the initiative to touch that time and place and try to hear their voices. Of course, I can't touch the main events yet." "That is to say, Big E, you are now able to no longer passively wait for prayers to come to you, but to 'actively interfere'? No wonder you want us to work in your company in name only..." The first political commissar who understood Big E's current situation took a deep breath, and roughly understood why Big E suddenly asked them whether they were willing to go to his company to be idle in reality. It is true that the Hammermen traveled to the 40K world and then came back in a flash in reality, and it would not consume any physical strength. However, if they wanted to play the most perfect solution there, the mental exhaustion caused by thinking and arranging tactics was still a real thing. Therefore, after returning from the 40K world these few times, the Hammermen chose to find a way to rest for two or three days to recover their spirits and calm their excited nerves after experiencing the surreal battles. If such a mission is to be carried out continuously... Well, the political commissar sister is sure. With the mental endurance of an ordinary person, she would spend at least half a month on meaningless vacation. In other words, if she wants to have the best of both worlds and guarantee a real income while ensuring that she can interfere in the 40K universe, being affiliated with Big E Company is indeed the best solution... "You could say that I have made a presumptuous request to you that will interfere with your real life. I hope to respond to these prayers as much as possible, and to respond to the final wishes of these loyal warriors of the empire before they leave my perception. At the same time, I hope to allow more warriors to return to my throne..." After saying this, Big E, who looked a little tired, looked around at the Hammer guys again. "Friends, do you see...?"
Volume: The Great Interlude: The Expanded Hammer Group 1. The Ancient Sage’s Origin Lich Zhang used a ruler to measure the distance between the chess pieces on his desk and those of his opponent. After deciding what to do next, he gently shook a few dice in his hand, then flipped his wrist and made them spin on the desk. When the dice finally stopped, Lich Zhang sighed with regret. “The points are a bit weak—unless your points are also weak , otherwise I will be cleared out of half the table in the next round." “No one can know the outcome until the game is decided.” Big E stood opposite the table, opened his fist and let the dice in his hand roll. When the first few dice stopped rolling, Lich Zhang shrugged helplessly. "Well, now the game is decided - it would be a good outcome if I can keep one third of the units on the table next round - to be honest, I kind of want to just surrender." "But you'll choose to play on, won't you?" After confirming the result of his dice roll, Big E did not perform any action on the table. Instead, he picked up the ice cola at hand and drank it in big gulps. Understanding the hidden meaning of the Lord of the 40K Human Empire, who was previously just a legendary existence in a story to him, the Lich spread his hands. "To overturn a settled chess game, you do need some tricks. For example, you can use a loaded dice. I will follow their custom and call you Big E. Let's be frank. You went through so much trouble to find me and let me know your little secret. What kind of help do you need from me?" When he said this, Lich Zhang still felt that the matter was a little bit unreal - God had mercy on him, he had only heard in the circle at first that there was a super rich guy who mainly played Empire and wanted to play a game from the HH era, and specifically hoped that his opponent would be the Emperor's Children Group, and he also offered to cover the round-trip expenses and food and lodging, and if he had a good time, he would give him extra rewards - based on the fact that this matter was spread by several Hammer guys who also had some money, and if this was a scam it would be too meaningless, so after considering it again and again, Lich Zhang brought his army box of loyal Emperor's Children from the HH era and came to the club address given by the big guy, and successfully met this big guy who looked a little ordinary on the surface, but if you look closely, you can find that he has obvious Middle Eastern ancestry - well, he thought at first he was just a mixed-race rich guy from the Middle East. Now? After personally entering the bridge and experiencing the phenomenon of chess pieces turning into 'living people', Lich Zhang just wanted to laugh - Boss? This tower cat is a giant! "I want to lead one person's soul back to the Golden Throne." Putting the half-empty can of Coke in his hand back on the shelf next to him, Big E directly stated his request. "One person... Is the soul you wish to guide a loyalist of the Emperor's Son?" After a brief thought, Lich Zhang roughly connected the causes and consequences of these things - the information he learned from the political commissar sister and the hammer guys who had been with Big E for a long time had allowed him to infer that although Big E could use himself as a medium to allow them, who could be called the "upper narrative" of the 40K universe, to guide the chess pieces in the real world to join the chess games in the 40K world, and bring new changes to the established chess games. However, due to a series of reasons that they did not need to understand clearly, some of the battles they could enter also had to follow certain rules - it was obvious that this time Big E specifically recruited people, and what he wanted to do this time was probably related to the Emperor's Children. "Yes, the location is on Isstvan III." Big E's words first made Lich Zhang look at all the Emperor's Children chess pieces he had brought for a while, and thought about how long these units, even if they were all chosen by E, could last on the battlefield when the Astartes were used as IG in the wave of Isstvan III and the Dreadnoughts were used as Leman Russ. But the next moment, when he saw a Dreadnought among the special role units he brought, his mind suddenly became clear. "Ancient Sage, Rilano?" "Yes." "When he used a virus bomb to try to kill himself and Fulgrim with a virus bomb in your name, the Imperial Truth, and the final glory of the Emperor's Children, you failed to lead his soul to the Golden Throne?" The details of the story of the Ancient One flashed through Wulich Zhang's mind, and this well-known hammer player in the hammer circle cast his eyes on Big E. Big E nodded slightly, acknowledging Wulich Zhang's guess. "I couldn't do it then, but I can now. So, I'm going to start a new game on this little chessboard." —————————————Big Brother E’s Villa—————————————————— "Warrior Zhang, you were actually tied up on board by Big E. Tsk tsk - it's hard to get on Big E's pirate ship, and even harder to get off. I think sooner or later you will have to join us in enjoying a life of working overtime for half a year and attacking as a high lord." In Big Brother E's oversized villa, Liang Feifan, who can confidently work here in the future, was tidying up his current meal - a table full of Warhammer chess pieces, while chatting with Lich Zhang, who had just arrived and was looking up and down at this mansion - Lich Zhang, who had just put his military box on the shelf, couldn't help laughing when he heard the sarcasm in Liang Feifan's words.
"Don't mention it, the salary offered by Big E is really scary. It's not even based on the real world but on the world over there - for us, entering and exiting the 40K world will hardly lose any time, right? If you work harder, can you empty Big E's wallet in an instant?" "That would be exhausting - or in other words, the body is alive, but the spirit is old and 70-80 years old - and the premise of this theory is that Big E sends hundreds of signals a day and hopes that we can handle them, but look at it now...? " Liang Feifan pointed to the task issuing tool robot that had been placed by Big E in the most conspicuous place in the hall. A few pieces of information were flickering on it, and the information related to the ancient warrior Rilano was the brightest. "It's quite comfortable to earn half a year's salary in one month, not to mention that I can get a lot of fine paintings or out-of-print items. If I really couldn't let go of the things I have now, I would shamelessly ask Big E to sign a contract with me. I don't know if Big E will accept me." After thinking about it and feeling that what Liang Feifan said made sense, Lich Zhang stopped complaining about the Hammer guys' salaries. He found a sofa and threw himself on it. Then he turned his head to look at the interior decoration of Big E's villa more carefully. After a few seconds, Lich Zhang straightened his head and a hint of subtlety flashed across his face. "I thought that according to his aesthetics, the room should be full of gold elements." "To be honest, there are already quite a few golden elements here, and you can even see a bunch of decorations with unclear meanings - just to tell you a joke, when I first met Big E, I thought his villa was pretty tacky, but now my aesthetic has tragically merged with Big E's." Liang Feifan pointed at some things on the wall that, based on his knowledge, he really didn't know if they could be called works of art, and his expression was "sad" - he still remembered himself back then, but now he probably only had the "really fragrant" feeling left in him, right? "Come on, we who play Warhammer, all our aesthetics have been cleansed by GW - Big E's aesthetics here are just that of a nouveau riche, it's not a big problem." "Is it really okay for you to complain about Big E like this? After all, he is the financial sponsor. Forget it, I won't complain about Big E anymore. Let's get back to the beginning. Lich Zhang, why did you get on board so decisively?" "me......" A somewhat 'cruel' smile appeared on Lich Zhang's face. "Because I'm very interested in punching Fulgrim in the face in 40K - very interested. Before, I just thought about it in my head and had fun with it. Now that I have this opportunity, do you think I will seize it?" ————————————40K dividing line—————————————————————————— This world has already died, died from the most despicable and shameless betrayal. This world has long been forgotten, sleeping at the end of time and history. Although this world still floats in the material world, its existence has already merged into the illusion. For more than of ordinary beings in this galaxy, the name Istvan III does not even appear in the knowledge they understand - the few beings who are qualified to understand the place where the prelude to an absolute tragedy began, have no way to figure out the details of the last few hours of war in this world - the order of Horus the Treason not only devoured the loyalists of various rebel legions, but also devoured the fate of Istvan III in a metaphysical sense - so that most of the knowledge about this world now is actually at the level of "rumors", and even those forces whose mission is to collect knowledge cannot guarantee that what they record is reliable and true. However, there are always some people - or things - who know more, understand more, and sink more - or, in other words, they themselves are the secrets of Istvan III, and their shadows have always lingered on this planet that has "no longer existed" in some senses, and have never dissipated.... "what......" In his own luxurious, decadent, and madly corrupt palace, he had no idea how long it had been dark because there was no concept of time in the warp. Suddenly, on a whim, the Demon Primarch Fulgrim had an idea and cut up the things that had made love with him not long ago, used their bodies as containers, and after drinking up their blood and souls, he slowly swung his snake tail, which was hung with jewels, silk, and other precious things and showed brilliant flowing colors under the dancing magic fire, and slid into a room used to store his collections. In this huge room, the fallen Primarch of the Emperor's Son collected countless horrific collections from reality or the warp that he found 'interesting'. These collections were filled with an aura that even the other three messengers of Chaos God would find blasphemous upon seeing, but the Lord of the Third Legion enjoyed it. "Let me see... um—" Swimming precisely between the tiny gaps of these exhibits with an elegance that would make a normal person feel so uncomfortable that he might faint on the spot, Fulgrim finally came to the source of his inspiration - several paintings that he had painted with precious materials, recording some things on Isstvan III - although these paintings were made by Fulgrim himself, and Fulgrim had admired them again and again, however, every time he was in the mood to appreciate these things, Fulgrim always got some extra "revelations". "Ah... It seems that it is time to meet him. What kind of extreme can he provide me? A simple battle? Or try to ignite my anger with words? Or give me an unexpected surprise?" After catching some inspiration from the vast ocean from these paintings, the fallen phoenix happily widened his already inhuman eyes and uttered a burst of An unclear and ups-and-downs scream - the dark palace trembled slightly in the mental fluctuations of this monster who had long been willing to be devoured by desire. The chaotic road leading to Istvan III slowly appeared in front of Fulgrim like a pushed carpet. "My dear, I think it is best for you not to leave the realm of the great dark prince rashly now."
Just as Fulgrim performed a series of blasphemous and disgusting movements and shaped his appearance as much as possible in order to give a big surprise to his offspring who had persisted in reality for thousands of years, a very familiar voice reached his ears - without looking back, Fulgrim knew that the person who spoke was the Slaanesh Daemon he had been best friends with some time ago - of course, he had no interest in it now. "Oh?" The Lord of Chemos twisted his body in a strange posture, and while looking behind him, he also paused his steps to leave his palace - he was very curious, why would a Slaanesh demon ask him not to rashly leave the Slaanesh domain? Doesn't it know that many pleasures can only be found in reality? "The chaos of the warp seems to be rewriting itself. Some changes have even affected the reality that we take for granted. The God Slaanesh is..." However, before the great demon could finish his words, Fulgrim, who felt that this matter had nothing to do with his own fun, turned into a supernatural purple mist and disappeared in his own bedroom. He had no idea that in the time period of the real universe he was heading towards, outside the warp, a certain existence had already set its sights on his destination, Istvan III. Towards the place where an old warrior who had persisted for thousands of years, waiting for an opportunity, persisted. 2. The Ancient Sages - The Fallen Magnus sat on his throne, countless crystal fragments and silver lines invisible to mortals flashed in front of his single eye filled with the great power of the vast ocean, revealing to him the secrets of reality and the Warp, whispering knowledge or lies in his ears. After the shattered Red King sold himself out completely and became a member of Tzeentch's army, the Supreme Sorcerer of Prospero almost never used mortal methods to observe the Milky Way. Of course, the Demon Primarch of Tzeentch, who had been immersed in the chaotic torrent of the Supreme Heaven for many years, did not need the weak senses of mortals. With such a convenient power as psychic power, who would still indulge in the means of the material world? “…That’s strange.” After casually plucking the nine strings of fate, causing the crystal fragments of fate that resonated with them to jingle, Magnus, who suddenly sensed something, stretched out his hand in confusion and pulled one of the strings in front of himself. He carefully looked at every key time node of the real universe connected by this thread, and peeked at every crystal fragment of fate hanging on these nodes. Endless fog rose in front of the owner of the Wizard Star, but was soon pushed aside by the Red King with powerful strength or exquisite techniques like a thin veil. When the vast tide that covered this string finally retreated briefly because of the power of the Supreme Wizard, with the power gathered from the Nine-Layered Silver Tower, Magnus finally saw the broken illusion revealed by this string through his one eye. "The future is bending, and fate is branching. But why are those branching destinies like they are anchored and motionless? Not even the great beings in the vast ocean can do such a thing!" Although the Chaos Wave soon engulfed the Red King's fate line before his one-eyed eyes, and even forced the Red King to let go and let the fate line return to the chaotic and turbulent ocean, Magnus, who had already caught some clues, was already filled with ecstasy. As a demon primarch under Tzeentch, Magnus had long known that his master seemed to have glimpsed some information about the changes in the flow of the High Heavens, and guessed that some exciting changes were happening in this sea of energy. Because of the natural code of conduct of the Tzeentch faction, the Cyclops had not been able to grasp more specific things before, and it was impossible for him to know what his master was planning. Now, Magnus was convinced that he had already caught the most critical crystals. only...... "????" Before the Red King could store the contents of these crystals into his own library for future research, something more worthy of his attention appeared before him - for no reason, a storm suddenly appeared on the Sea of Chaos, nine hundred and ninety-nine times nine hundred and ninety-nine - perhaps more new threads of fate violently linked the past and the future, and endless fragmented illusions colluded with each other, allowing a new and smooth path that had never appeared before to extend in the subspace, inviting the Supreme Sorcerer to step into it. "Um......." Although it was clear that the end of these smooth roads would most likely point to an irreversible tragic ending, Magnus knew that the path of change itself meant the uncertainty of the ending, and each path of fate could point out a new possibility that would help or hinder his plan. So, under the "promotion" of certain emotions that had lingered in him since his birth, the Red King opened his mouth and uttered a series of obscure and even non-mortal words - soon, the vague information that could be extracted from several unpredictable roads turned into a burning blue flame, flickering in front of the Supreme Wizard. Runes that could not be understood by ordinary people floated out of the fire and appeared before Magnus's one eye. The crystal gems continued to shatter, and the wind of fate blew wildly around Magnus. "Fulgrim? Interesting." The broken illusion of his brother, who he had originally believed to be unpredictable and had long since given up on the prophecy, jumped in the flames of prophecy. Moreover, hundreds of destinies were extremely incredible, starting with his brother, pointing to the possibility of exponential changes. After a brief contemplation, Magnus made a decision. It would be a shame not to respond to this invitation of destiny and find the knowledge hidden behind these changes! ——————————————The dividing line of Istvan III—————————————————— Fulgrim stretched out his snake-like body slowly, lightly entangled a metal beam that had been melted by high temperature and then shaped into a grotesque shape by cooling down. He slightly tilted his head with gorgeous silver hair. It seemed perfect, but because it was too perfect, it had a supernatural distortion. He looked at the place where he had just been swallowed by the virus bomb with a pair of eyes filled with the cruelest poison from the Slaanesh Realm with "regret" - although the ancient sage Rilano's self-sacrifice trap successfully tore his material form apart, for the demon primarch, matter is the shell and the soul is the core. "Ah... I haven't even fully tasted every bit of pleasure my lovely offspring has brought me - especially the emotion I felt when he 'righteously' rejected me and detonated the virus bomb, but was suppressed by your people. My brother - can you use your amazing knowledge to tell me what I felt at that time? I really - really want to experience that kind of emotion again!" Trying hard to recall the experiences just now, with his senses that were millions of times more sensitive than those of ordinary people, Fulgrim sensed subtle fluctuations in the nearby space. He used his many arms to perform a series of movements that most Chaos Astartes would find blasphemous, and twisted his head strangely, constantly moving his tongue, which was more like a snake than a tongue, in a certain direction. The rich smell of incense spread in the underground city with Fulgrim's series of disgusting actions. The lavender Slaanesh mist gently pushed the air in the passage that had been stagnant for thousands of years, and slowly wrapped around a certain area in mid-air. There, nine fragments were forming a rough but ancient symbol in an 'appropriate' way, which made the Supreme Sorcerer's figure, which was shrouded in psychic rage, look extremely majestic. "The answer to your question is shame, Lustful Python, something you have discarded for who knows how many millennia - sorry brother, although I want to give you a 'better' name, but with my knowledge it is difficult to find a simple term that can accurately describe your current situation." Holding the weapon in hand, he looked his former brother up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, and after carefully observing the blasphemous gifts of Slaanesh on him for a while, even though Magnus had already abandoned everything mortal, succumbed to Tzeentch and sat down as Tzeentch's demon prince, he couldn't help but feel a physiological reaction that only mortals would have - admittedly, the knowledge in the vast ocean is endless, and it does include the knowledge that his brother "found" in this way, but this kind of knowledge, Magnus only wants to express... "vomit--------!!"
"Red Lord - sorry, maybe it's better to call you Red Ogryn? Although I seldom walk around in reality? But I still remember those stupid big guys. In the process of training them to become qualified soldiers, they always felt that they had mastered a lot of useful knowledge, and would arbitrarily use the knowledge they 'mastered' to fight. For example, they would violently smash a box of grenades into the enemy's position - think about what you did, Magnus, are you exactly the same as them? You always thought that you were using knowledge to fight, but in fact, are you treating knowledge as bricks, swinging them around without any sense of beauty?" Being verbally humiliated by Magnus, Fulgrim was not angry at all. Instead, he started a very interesting trash talk with his traitor brother whom he hadn't seen for thousands of years in the real universe, and happily experienced the joy of this confrontation. Of course, although his knowledge also involved concepts such as "insults", Magnus was actually a nerd who could only apply them mechanically in most cases. How could he be a match for the Demon Prince of Slaanesh who had been "cultivating" in Slaanesh's Pleasure Palace for who knows how long? Less than half a Terra in the real world, the Red King was defeated in this round of verbal bombardment. "Hey - I thought you could give me more oral experiences, brother." Looking at Magnus, who was still maintaining his majestic momentum but had kept silent, Fulgrim felt that the pleasure he had gained from this brotherly quarrel was not enough. He stuck out his tongue again and licked his lips gently. Then, he raised each of his arms slowly but quickly, and slightly shook his silver swords. Sensing the murderous intent rising from Fulgrim, even though Magnus came to Fulgrim to "talk about serious matters", he had to choose to start concentrating his spiritual energy - The next moment, the two demon primarchs attacked at the same time . "laugh----"