Warhammer: I don’t want to become an evil god!!

Jujiro raised his head, already imagining a wonderful life in the future.

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When the old players were discussing the mission, a busybody sent the mission content to the official website forum.

Guilliman is the only sun: "I have long since calmed down. Regarding this, I just want to say, well, the progress is not bad. Keep up the good work."

Dora is the God of All Machines: "Old Thirteen has finally given up, seen through the world, and is no longer obsessed."

God's Chosen Alpaca: "Why be sad? It will be released sooner or later anyway."

MC Shinhwa: "Woo woo, leave some plot for the kids."

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Knowing that Qin Yun was going to Sosa, Kaul offered to go with him.

He also had an interest in the Pharos Lighthouse.

Cawl also persuaded a Mechanicus fleet to join the operation and provide them with logistical support.

With Qin Yun in charge, the journey into the subspace went exceptionally smoothly.

The group soon arrived at the planet Sosa.

Sosa was once a planet suitable for the reproduction of life, but now it is lifeless.

The Tyranids plundered all organic matter, turning it into a bare stone ball.

A damaged space station hangs alone at the high point of the equator of the planet Sosa.

When Qin Yun and others arrived at the space station,

The Emperor's Scythe warriors who received the news were already lined up on the tarmac waiting.

Even though it was already known that the Scythes of the Emperor were on the verge of extinction due to the Second Tyrannic War,

But when they really appeared in front of me,

Only then can we truly realize how difficult the situation of this regiment is.

There are 13 Scythes of the Emperor left.

Wearing power armor made up of different types of armor,

Many parts appear incompatible at first glance, but are forced into use after being polished.

"As expected, he's a fellow sufferer on par with the Weepers. He's truly miserable."

"Not even a complete set of power armor?"

"Alas, pitiful! Even the gene-seed has been contaminated. I really don't know what to do with this chapter."

"What can we do? We'll just rebuild the Primaris when the time comes."

Players were discussing the Emperor's Scythe warriors in the communication channel.

Qin Yun glanced at the parameters of the helmet.

The air is breathable and the temperature, though low, is bearable.

He took off his helmet, revealing his face.

Chapter Master of the Emperor's Scythes, Selesian, looked at the noble face of the man in front of him and bowed slightly.

"I am the Chapter Master of the Scythes of the Emperor. Welcome, Saint of the Emperor."

The Emperor's Scythe warriors behind Selesian also bowed in salute.

They had already obtained the relevant videos of the Macragge Festival and learned the identity of the visitor.

Thinking of the Macragge Festival, a sense of sadness welled up in Selesian's heart.

If it weren't for that humiliating secret, perhaps they could go and meet their genetic father.

Unfortunately, it's impossible.

For the glory of the chapter, they must erase this stain.

Perhaps the Emperor's Scythes Chapter will be cancelled.

But it is better than continuing with shame and suspicion.

PS: There are two chapters left. I will try to finish coding and post them together before 5 o'clock.

Chapter 94 The Secret of the Emperor's Scythe

Qin Yun looked at the Emperor's Scythe Chapter Captain Serlesian in front of him.

The other person's face was full of traces of wind and frost.

The skin is rough and covered with scars.

A shocking cross wound across the face,

The intersection is the white of the eyeball.

Behind Selesian, the Scythes of the Emperor warriors tried their best to straighten their bodies.

The intention is to present the best spiritual aspect of the saint.

They wear alien trophies on their bodies,

Bones, teeth, faded chitinous shells, etc.

A flag with two crossed sickles is held tightly in the hands of a warrior.

The Second Tyrannic War destroyed the homeworld of the Scythes of the Emperor.

They had lost most of their chapter's assets and were left with only two companies of warriors.

After the Kraken Zerg fleet was defeated and the Second Tyranid War ended,

They refused supplies from the Empire and refused to train new warriors.

In the subsequent brutal battles, their numbers became smaller and smaller.

Today, there are only 13 fighters left.

Many imperial forces are curious about why they do this! !

Unwilling to rebuild, and unwilling to accept supplies from the Empire!!

It's a pity that the Emperor's Scythe never responds.

Others were helpless and could only watch them go to destruction.

Qin Yun said, "Captain Selesian, thank you for your welcome."

"I cannot refuse a saint," Thresian said. "Your words are the Emperor's will."

"Loyalty is worthy of reward. Tell me about Sousa." Qin Yun asked.

"Come this way. The space station still has a strategic room that's operating. It will allow you to get a clearer picture of the situation in Sosa."

Seresian invited Qin Yun and others to enter the space station.

There are also some ordinary people in the space station serving the Emperor's Scythes.

On the way, you can even see several technical priests with mechanical servants repairing the damaged parts of the space station.

Sparks flew and there was a crackling sound.

They patched the space station one after another, and it was obvious that resources were very scarce.

"They are all survivors of Sosa. They came back here with us because they long to be buried in Sosa one day."

Seresian introduced those ordinary people to Qin Yun and his party.

They are all poor people who have lost their hometowns. They linger here like obsessed souls, just to be buried in their hometown one day.

"It's strangely sad." Xiaopang muttered, "Will there be a knife in this plot?"

Jiu Yue Jiu shook his head. "That shouldn't be the case. On Sosa, there are sentinels left by the Tyranids, necromancy constructs guarding the Pharos Lighthouse, and a half-dead C'tan. Where did the knife come from?"

"I think you should stop being such bad-mouthed." The little alpaca, a battle nun, stopped Xiaopang from continuing. "Don't let the bad things happen when the good ones don't work."

"Look at these," said the woman with the pigtails, pointing to a wall. "These claw marks must have been left by Tyranids."

After being reminded by Chongtian Braid, the players looked around.

I saw many traces of biological weapons.

Piercing, acid corrosion, teeth biting, claws scratching, everything is there.

"You can see that the fight was really brutal."

Xiaopang reached out to touch those marks,

One wonders how many Tyranids it would take to leave those marks.

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The machine spirit in the strategy room was awakened, emitting a tired and weak sound.

The machinery here is quite old and quite old.

The wetware of the meditators lining the walls trembled in the nutrient solution.

As the indicator light flickered, the projection device made a humming sound.

The light dances, outlining the shape of the planet Sosa and some of the images taken.

Everything on the planet Sosa was plundered.

Areas that were once oceans have become dry basins.

The stripped-bare land reveals a dried-up hydrological network and spiderweb-like mountain ranges.

It's like an accurate geological model of the planet, devoid of any life.

"We have been hunting those hateful enemies since the Second Tyrannic War."

"Every time they plunder a planet, they leave behind some sentinels to continue providing coordinates or intelligence to the Hive Mind."

"So, Sosa also has sentinels left behind by the Kraken fleet. This is the first enemy we will face."

"Where is Farrow?" Kaul asked in a mechanical voice.

Selesian rotated his projection, lighting up a lonely mountain.

"Faros is here, next to the former watchtower of the Scythes of the Emperor."

"We guarded the Pharos Lighthouse until the arrival of the Swarm."

The predecessor of the Scythes of the Emperor was the 199th Company of the Ultramarines Legion - the Shield Company.

During the Horus Heresy, the Warp Storms raged, dividing the loyalists.

Guilliman commissioned the loyal Iron Warrior Barabas Dantioch to repair the Pharos Lighthouse.

Use alien technology to guide Imperial ships through the warp.

Dantioch is also a legendary hero of the Empire.

He was born into the Iron Warriors Legion and, like the Primarch Perturabo, was from Olympia.

During the Great Crusade, he commanded the 51st Expeditionary Fleet, as well as several Iron Warriors battalions, including the 14th.

He was a warsmith and a member of Perturabo's Trident.

Responsible for providing advice or counsel to the Primarch.

In the battle against the Hrud, they were attacked by their entropy decay weapons.

The main camp under his command suffered heavy casualties, and the auxiliary army was completely wiped out.

He himself also aged directly from his prime to the point where he needed an armored life support system to survive.

When Perturabo accused him of incompetence, he angrily questioned him.

Why are you so stupid as to fight this war!!

Why don’t you listen to advice again and again!

You have to be single-minded and insist on doing it your own way!!