The workgroup of the Natural Selection and the station personnel became busy.
Technical personnel responsible for force field maintenance calibrated and stabilized the ship's energy matrix, adjusting parameters for the upcoming acceleration.
The Mechanical Priests in the engine room monitored energy indexes and reactor output.
"Reactor ready."
A metal-faced technical expert reported.
"Engine room ready."
A man in a navy uniform shouted.
"Gravity field calibration complete, no errors."
A Technical Priest in a red robe responded with a mechanical voice.
At this moment, a loud bell rang, echoing through the internal cabins of the Natural Selection cruiser.
"Praise the omnissiah, praise the gears and pistons."
The Technical Priests sang in unison.
A slight tremor was felt, rippling quickly through the hull of the Natural Selection.
The Natural Selection's aft thrusters ignited, emitting a brilliant blue glow, slowly propelling the massive vessel out of the port.
"It's really sailing."
"Awesome Klass."
"Dora Workshop is the best."
"As expected of the Guide's Doraemon, it can build anything."
The Players watching at the port cheered, some holding recording devices to capture this historic moment.
Humanity had not yet achieved the dream of venturing into the stars in Holy Terra (Earth/Reality), but they had achieved it in Warhammer OL.
The first ship they built had successfully set sail.
Even if it exploded into fireworks the next second, the Natural Selection would still be considered a success.
After flying out of the port, the Natural Selection began to accelerate, heading towards the Mandeville Point, preparing for the Warp travel test.
The Players on the ship were filled with excitement.
Unlike the feeling of seeing the Imperial Glory or riding other ships, this was a sense of confidence, an excitement for a more anticipated future.
The Natural Selection was the Players' first ship, although it was only a light cruiser, which wouldn't even cause a ripple if thrown into the void battlefield between the Imperium and Chaos.
But it was still the first navigable ship crafted by the Players themselves.
"Collect all data, check the operating status of all departments of the warship."
MC Myth calmly issued various commands.
Actually, he was scared to death.
Although it was a game, this was his first time truly commanding a warship.
It was built by the collective efforts of many Players over several months.
If he messed it up, his reputation would be on par with a peasant who had overturned a banquet's braised pork.
Even if he quit the game, people would still talk about it.
To ensure foolproof operation, MC Myth specifically watched various sci-fi game scenes and studied various naval commands, just to avoid mistakes.
"Engine room data is correct."
"A few errors in gravity field parameters have been corrected."
"The augur is deploying, scan range increased from 300KM to 200,000KM."
"Life support system is operating well, temperature, humidity, and oxygen content are within human acceptable range."
"..."
Various departments continuously reported to MC Myth.
Although there were some minor flaws, the Natural Selection was undoubtedly a success.
MC Myth's mood slowly shifted from nervous to relaxed, even having the inclination to give other Players grand promises and brainwash them.
"The success of the Natural Selection signifies that we now possess the capability for industrial-scale production of starships."
"Modular design, fully automated factory assembly lines—these ideas are all correct."
"We will soon possess a vast fleet of warships, obscuring the sky and crushing all enemies."
"But we should not be overly pleased with this; instead, we must address another, more serious issue."
The Players looked at MC Myth, waiting for him to continue.
"The vast galaxy has not a single wonder. This is an insult to us humans, a disgrace to Stellaris Players, MC Players, Civilization Players, and a shame for the Wonder Dynasty."
"Brothers, we absolutely cannot tolerate this disgrace. Remember our past vows."
MC Myth shouted,
"From today, we shall all vow: We will not play, not socialize, not fall in love. We will not contend for honor or disgrace, nor for rankings. We will be loyal to the Emperor, living and dying here."
"We are the Emperor's artisans, the creators of wonders. We are the Great Wall against ignorance, the users of megastructure technology. We dedicate our lives and passion to the Emperor, to wonders. This day, and every day."
After a passionate shout, the Players on the Bridge had red faces and boiling blood.
"What do we do?" MC Myth shouted.
"Build wonders!"
"Louder! What do we do?"
"Build wonders!"
"What do we do?"
"Build wonders!"
"Build wonders!"
"Build wonders!"
The Players shouted in unison, their voices deafening, as if they had joined a pyramid scheme.
MC Myth nodded in satisfaction; this was more like it.
They would grind day and night until wonders filled the galaxy.
After flying for a day and a night, the Natural Selection arrived at the Mandeville Point.
Along the way, the Players logged in and out several times, but with the naval technical personnel present, no problems arose.
They had long grown accustomed to the occasional departure of the God Chosen and had even devised a contingency plan: when a God Chosen in a key position left, the adjutant would step in and take over their duties.
Related news also spread on the forums and official website, making many cloud Players green with envy.
"Damn it, no way, you guys already built the ship?"
"Why, why, why would you do this to me?"
"When will the ninth batch of test slots be released?"
"I really can't take it anymore, hurry up and release the slots, my withdrawal symptoms are getting worse."
"..."
As the cloud Players commented with resentment on the forums and chat groups, the Natural Selection arrived at the Mandeville Point.
"Entering the Warp soon, activating the Geller Field, lowering the bulkheads."
MC Myth shouted.
Inside the ship, the Psyker, used as batteries, screamed in their sleep as the Geller device activated.
The operating principle of the Geller Field was to extract their dreams as anchors in Holy Terra (Earth/Reality), thereby blocking the invasion of the Warp and forming a Holy Terra (Earth/Reality) bubble.
This was to protect the Psyker to the greatest extent, so they wouldn't be drained by maintaining the Geller Field.
The Players designed a rotation mechanism for the psychic battery packs, ensuring that these psychics would only feel a headache at the end of the journey, and their heads would not directly explode.
The Geller Field activated, and the blast shields dropped.
The Warp engine tore through the veil of Holy Terra (Earth/Reality) and Immaterium, opening a rift.
The Natural Selection plunged in, and a few minutes later, it exited the Warp, arriving at an uninhabited star system twelve light-years away from the Planet Atoma after detection.
"Success."
"The Warp journey is complete."
Upon learning that the Natural Selection had successfully returned to the Holy Terra (Earth/Reality) universe, the Players cheered.
"Return to base," MC Myth ordered, "Let us return as heroes."
...
After completing the Warp test, the Natural Selection also underwent a round of weapons system tests, all without any issues.
Subsequently, it returned to the Lykard Space Station's port.
The Players, who had been waiting for a long time, cheered again.
At Dora Workshop, Dora and others who received the news were also very happy.
The Natural Selection has undergone multiple rounds of testing and can now be mass-produced.
"Let's set a small goal first, build ten thousand of them," Dora said ambitiously.
"Are you crazy?! Starting with debt operations? Ten thousand light cruisers, that scale is too exaggerated."
Gray Wolf's eyes widened, looking at Dora with disbelief.
"Haven't you played Stellaris? So many warships, just the maintenance alone is a huge expense."
"Maintenance for what? We're producing them to sell, not for our own use," Dora rolled his eyes, "Do you think I'm building ten thousand warships to conquer the stars?"
"I thought you were going to form a fleet to bring free trade to various worlds."
"Your suggestion is actually good.
Dora Workshop's production capacity is increasing very quickly now, and it will definitely be oversupplied in the future, so we need to prepare in advance to seize the market by force later," Dora seriously considered Gray Wolf's words.
"How about we don't maintain a fleet? Just use contribution points to heavily fund those Players and hire them to seize the market for us.
That way, we can save on military maintenance costs and buy more machines."
"Alright, then let's produce ten thousand light cruisers first," Dora said, "Give me a brutal production surge.
It's time to let this universe feel the terror of the Fourth Catastrophe."
...
Watch Star, the Hax family's stronghold, is now embroiled in war.
After the Colin Family's betrayal and the Sintilla Hive World being reduced to ruins, Sector Lord Marius Hax retreated here with his confidants and family.
He continued to lead the Loyalists in resisting the rebels led by the Colin Family.
After the Colin Family won several key battles, causing the Loyalists to suffer continuous defeats and be unable to counterattack, they turned their attention to Watch Star, intending to kill Marius Hax first to strike at the Loyalists' morale.
After more than a month of fierce fighting, the Hax family's loyal troops were almost completely wiped out.
Sector Lord Marius Hax was dragged out of the palace like a dog by the rebels and brought before Urs Colin, who was in charge of this campaign.
Urs Colin is an excellent naval general, from the Colin Family, and is hailed as a military genius.
At this moment, he was wearing a gold-trimmed naval uniform, looking down at the disheveled Marius Hax.
The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a mocking smile.
Behind him stood several Chaos Sorcerers with chilling eyes.
After their betrayal, the Colin Family no longer concealed their collusion with Chaos, and even used the power of Chaos multiple times to turn the tide and win victories.
"Traitor to the Emperor," Marius Hax spat with all his might.
"Hahaha, that disgusting Emperor?" Urs Colin's mouth curved upwards, "So what if we betrayed him?"
"The age of the Imperium is over.
The Despoiler has broken through the Eye of Terror, the Great Rift has torn apart the entire galaxy, and the age of the Gods has arrived."
"You are deluding yourself.
The Living Saint has already descended upon the Planet Atoma, and the Imperium will ultimately win this war," Marius Hax said, coughing up blood.
"Living Saint?" Urs Colin's face showed a look of derision, "How many fleets does he have? And he thinks he can defeat us and win the war."
"Once we deal with the other Emperor's pawns, the Valanxius Family will be served up and devoured.
The Living Saint you speak of is powerless to change anything."
At this moment, a soldier with an anxious expression jogged in.
"General, the captured servant said that the governor's wife and children were sent away long ago."
Urs Colin looked down at the struggling Marius Hax and laughed.
"I didn't realize our esteemed governor was so fond of his wife and children, using himself as bait to create an opportunity for them to escape."
"It's a pity, though, none of them will escape.
Immediately order a blockade of the orbit, allowing no ships to leave."
"We want the Hax family to be reunited."
Soon, news came that the blockade was too slow, and a few cargo ships had escaped.
"Haha, it seems you won't get your wish, traitor."
"My children will live and will return with the Imperium's army to take revenge."
Upon learning that his wife and children had successfully escaped, Marius Hax laughed, coughing up blood.
"Then I'll send you to your death first."
Urs Colin was somewhat annoyed.
He took a heavy Warhammer from his subordinate, swung it, and brought it down on Marius Hax's head.
Again, and again, and again.
At first, Marius Hax could still let out a few screams.
But after a few blows, he fell silent.
By the time Urs Colin had vented his anger, the former Sector Lord lay at his feet, a broken corpse.
His head was smashed to pieces, and crimson blood and brains mixed together, staining the uniform emblazoned with the Imperial Aquila.