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Chapter 205 Oglin, Assemble!

On Earth's official forums, data is converging at an unprecedented rate. A post that was published less than an hour ago is gaining popularity like a nuclear reactor.

The post's title is written in the most direct language:

Want to fight alongside Lugot Huron, Severus Agmann, and Cato Sicarius? Then sign up now!

Below the post, the comment section was refreshing faster than the naked eye could read, with countless messages cascading down like a waterfall.

[Damn it, why only Oglin? I'm a veteran of countless battles, don't I deserve to join? My laser gun skills can hit a mouse's left eye from 300 meters away!]

[Heh, do you even know Oglin's stats? A veteran soldier is nothing but a fart in front of us Oglins, okay? I can take on ten of them! One punch from me and you might die!]

Seriously, isn't anyone curious about who Severus Agman is? What makes him worthy of being ranked alongside the Maelstrom Tyrant and the Watcher?

[Hey, hey, hey, can you show some respect?! He's a future company commander of the Ultramarines!]

Why did he become a company commander? I've never even heard of him! I only know that the company commander is that guy... uh, that guy again?

[In the original story, the Ultramarines' First Company was almost completely wiped out in the First Tyrannical War. Agman was promoted from the Second Company commander to the First Company commander, and the vacated Second Company commander position was filled by Sicarius.]

[This is unbelievable. So, Company Commander Agman only got promoted because all his colleagues died? That's hell...]

In short, the recruitment campaign went exceptionally smoothly. The gimmick of "fighting alongside a legend" was fatally attractive to players. There were as many as stray dogs on the street wanting to prove themselves before Cato Sicarius—that might be an insult, but it was certainly a lot. Unfortunately, the strict requirement that applicants "must be Oglin" acted like an insurmountable barrier, ruthlessly deterring over 99% of the applicants.

On the surface of Plantim, dust swirled across a vast plain that had been hastily cleared.

Three thousand enormous Oglins were gathered here, their massive bodies forming a forest of muscles and brute force.

"Alright, alright, stand still!" EGO's synthesized voice boomed across the land through the loudspeakers deployed all around, "Sicarius and Huron are coming soon! You don't want them to see one of you picking your nose in public when they arrive, do you?"

Upon hearing EGO's words, the previously somewhat lax Oglin players immediately perked up. After a flurry of activity, they stood up straight with all their might, attempting to mimic the military posture they remembered.

Just then, accompanied by a roar that tore through the air, a gray-blue Thunderhawk gunboat kicked up a cloud of dust and slowly landed at the edge of the open space.

The hatch opened, and Rugert Huron's massive figure, clad in silver-blue power armor, was the first to emerge. When he saw the Oglin team standing before him, arranged... somewhat crookedly, but clearly trying to form a square formation, his eyes widened instantly.

"By the Emperor, what do I see?! A group of Oglins... lined up in neat squares!" His voice was filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Agerman, who was following closely behind, also stopped. The optical lens on his helmet scanned the scene before him repeatedly, and he said in the same shocked tone, "Incredible! I didn't even see them scratching themselves! They... they were really standing there seriously!"

Cato Sicarius, who emerged last, was utterly stunned. He made a move that sent shivers down the spines of all the players—with a slight thud, he removed his signature helmet, revealing his handsome yet serious face.

“I don’t smell anything foul…” he muttered to himself, his eyes full of confusion. “These Oglins even took a proper bath before they came!”

“Yes, this is our Oglin, the one who went to his death.” EGO approached the three men, smiling as he spoke. Then, he turned to the formation and gave the order through the loudspeaker, “At ease!” “Boom!”

The three Astartes saw that the three thousand Oglins in front of them extended their right feet almost at the same time. Although the movements were faster or slower and the landing sounds were somewhat uneven, they all made the correct movements!
"stand at attention!"

"Boom!" The Eugens really did stop and stand at attention.

"Turn right!"

Amidst a chorus of clumsy turning sounds, the three thousand massive bodies turned to the right in unison, not a single Oglin making a mistake!

"To the left!"

Similarly, not a single Eugenie made a mistake!

EGO's virtual image turned back to the three Space Marines who were already stunned, and smiled, "These are the Oglins who went to their deaths. How do you feel?"

The infamous Great Vortex Tyrant, Lugert Huron, could barely stand. He involuntarily took a step back, supporting his dizzy head with his hand: "The Emperor... this is too much of a shock to my worldview... are these... are these really Oglins?"

Agman also felt his understanding was being challenged. He stretched out his hand and pointed to an Oglin in the front row of the formation: "You, you come up here."

"Me?" The player who was called on pointed to himself, flattered.

"Yes, that's you."

The Oglin player immediately ran up excitedly, stopped in front of Agman, awkwardly gave a military salute, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Sir! My name is [Kobe Bryant]!"

“Okay, Bluenett.” There were too many things to complain about, leaving Agman speechless for a moment. He simply pointed to his breastplate, “Attack my chest with all your might!”

Breent scratched his bald head: "Uh, yes, sir."

With that, he took a sudden step forward, his massive fist whistling through the air, striking Agman precisely in the chest. A deafening "thud" resounded, like a battering ram hitting a city wall. Even the Space Marine clad in terracotta armor was thrown back several steps by the sheer force of the impact before regaining his footing.

Agman clutched his chest, which felt tight, and felt the vibrations coming from within. His voice was filled with the shock of finally confirming the news: "It's real... it's really Oglin!"

Huron shook his head, indicating, "I don't want to say anything more."

EGO said, "Well? I told you, our 'Deathbringers' Oglin could help you, didn't I?"

Sicarius put his helmet back on, his voice coming through the helmet's communicator with a hint of excitement: "Of course, absolutely! I can't think of anything that could withstand a hasty charge of three thousand of these Oglins!"

Huron finally recovered from his disorientation. He took a deep breath, and his eyes blazed with renewed fighting spirit: "Then, proceed according to your plan... Once the Norn envoy steps into a command post and is injured by a tactical nuclear bomb, we will immediately strike and crush those inferior aliens!"

(End of this chapter)