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

Guilliman is the Sun

"Old Thirteen? Did you change your name?"

"Chosen for the ninth time, and such a sensitive number. Is the Emperor possessed by Tzeentch?"

"Or is he related to Tzeentch?"

Xiling leaned over and asked.

"Is there a problem, Master?"

Qin Yun continued scrolling down, then shook his head. "No problem, let's leave it at that."

It's not that Qin Yun is carefree; if the Emperor is controlled by the cunning and treacherous, then whether or not he gives the thirteenth prince a game spot is meaningless.

If the Emperor was not controlled by Tzeentch, then the incident with Old Thirteen was purely coincidental.

It is possible that it has something to do with Tzeentch.

He was quite curious about this; what exactly was the relationship between the thirteenth prince and the cunning villain?

Could it be Tzeentch's preferred demon?

"Okay, Master, I'll go distribute the helmets right away."

Xiling left and distributed gaming helmets to the selected players.

………………

As game spots were distributed, the official forum and chat group of Warhammer OL became extremely lively.

Chat group.

Guilliman is the sun: "'laughing.jpg' 'arrogant.jpg' 'arrogant.jpg' I got it, I got it, brothers, I finally got it."

God's Chosen Little Alpaca: "What happened to Old Thirteen?"

I don’t want to be a stinky canned food: “Have you become a fan?”

Output Slaanesh ten times in one night: "I must be too happy, phlegm is coming up, and I'm confused. I need to find a foster father to slap me a few times."

Second Empire Warmaster: "Don't be afraid, child. Your godfather is here."

Da Mo Gu Yan: "Count me in too."

Director Qi only wants to improve: "And me."

Output Slaanesh ten times in one night: "@Guilliman is the sun, I never thought that there are so many adoptive fathers who care about you?"

Guilliman is the sun: "Get lost, I got a spot in the internal test, what Fan Jin."

"I had given up hope, but who could have imagined such a sudden turn of events and a ray of hope."

Afterwards, another photo was sent to the group, which was the Warhammer OL gaming helmet.

The Twisting Man used the Twisting Hammer: "Did you use the Tzeentch Turbulence last time?"

Dora is the God of All Machines: "Being chosen for the ninth time means he definitely believes in Tzeentch."

The Big Bad Wolf playing Red Hat: "You damned Chosen of Tzeentch, where is the Inquisition? Where is the Inquisition?"

"........."

Guilliman is the Sun: "You bastards, I am loyal to the Emperor. As the saying goes, there is only one sun in the sky, and in my heart there is only one sun, the Emperor."

Second Empire Warmaster: "Look at your ID before you say that."

Guilliman is the sun: "Guilliman is the little sun in my heart."

"........."

…………

The ninth batch of players went online three days after the helmets were distributed.

The entry point is the Cathedral of Tyrian Hive as always.

Nearly 20,000 players logged in at the same time, and the scene was quite spectacular.

Several high-ranking officials of the Tyrian Hive had to redeploy personnel to maintain order.

Old players such as Dora and MC Mythology came early to prepare for the new round of recruitment.

"There are so many newcomers this time. At a glance, they are all heads."

"Yeah, I wonder if there are any SSR-level talents this time. I hope they can recruit more talents in science and engineering."

"We need a pilot, a pilot."

"Is there anyone who has served in the navy? We want those who have served in the navy."

"........."

Just then, there was a commotion in the crowd.

A player who was obviously much bigger than the others was groping his face with his hands in confusion.

Even though he was only at level one, that guy had a physique that was not inferior to that of an Astartes, and was even stronger than that of an Astartes.

A normal Astartes is only about two meters tall, but this guy is more than three meters tall, only slightly shorter than the Guide.

There is an indescribable simplicity and wisdom in his eyes.

"Holy shit, how could there be an Ogryn!!"

"Is it a hidden character?"

“Are there any hidden characters?”

"Any conditions?"

"........."

Dora and MC Shinhwa looked at each other, then separated from the crowd with the others and walked up to the Ogrin.

"Are you Old Thirteen?"

Ogrin touched his head and nodded.

"who are you?"

"I'm Dora. Damn, Old Thirteen, you still say you're not Tzeentch's Chosen One?"

"I'm Ogryn. Does that have anything to do with me being Tzeentch's Chosen?"

Dora stretched out her hands and said, "Count how many fingers you have here. After you count, I'll tell you where the problem lies."

“1、2、3、4、5、6、7、8、9、10，一共10根啊，现在说吧。”

PS: I have paid back what I owed.

Chapter 116 Carlos's Shock

"He is truly the chosen one of Tzeentch."

"Carlos would cry his heart out if he saw him."

"From this moment on, this elder brother's status in Tzeentch's heart far surpassed Sanguinius, and he was listed as the White Moonlight who must be upgraded to a demon."

"Sanguinius?? Shouldn't it be Magnus?"

"Are you talking about the sunburned, one-eyed Ogryn with incredible wisdom? Didn't we already get that?"

"what does it mean?"

"What you get is rotten tea dregs, what you can't get is called white moonlight."

"What a great idea, Mr. President!"

"........."

The players nearby were talking about it, and looked at Lao Shisan with various expressions, some surprised, some teasing, and so on.

Old Thirteen stretched out his hand and looked at his ten fingers.

At this moment, he finally knew why.

How could there be an Ogryn who could count to nine in the Warhammer universe?!

Counting to seven is the limit that can only be reached after Tzeentch has taken action and exhausted countless demons.

Let Ogrin count to ten, and the person in charge of teaching will have to directly upgrade to a demon.

Unfortunately, according to the division of camps in the game,

I am on the Emperor's side.

Being able to count to ten is also the power of the Emperor. Tzeentch cannot elevate the Emperor to a Greater Demon.

"You are destined to be chosen by Tzeentch. Brother Zhong must like you very much."

Dora patted Old Thirteen's sturdy body and chuckled.

Old Thirteen's face suddenly turned black.

Brother Zhong is the leader of the Demon Hunters, and his favorite things are demons and heretics.

Like yourself?

Are you thinking of using yourself as a KPI?

"Welcome to Hell, the Emperor's inferior currency."

A projection appeared, and Xiling's figure appeared above everyone in the church, marking the login of a new player.

Because of the quantum lighthouse, Xiling's consciousness can ignore space and cover the planet Atoma, receiving and transmitting information in real time.

Therefore, Xiling at this time is not a projection stored in advance, but a real-time one.

Just after finishing his opening remarks, Xiling saw Ogrin, who stood out from the crowd, and was stunned for a moment.

Even as a Star God, she was still a little shocked.

Xi Ling suppressed her surprise and finished reading the lines verbatim.

Then, she let the players move freely.

"Flesh and blood are weak, machines ascend. Join the mechanical madmen and embrace the great evolution."

"A real man should be an Astartes, carrying a gun and firing."

"Exclusively for players of the state religion. Are there any brothers and sisters who want to pursue the path of a battle sister or a priest? Welcome to join the Scarlet Rose."

"Magic is the way, magic is the truth, brothers, Hogwarts welcomes you."

“”…………“

As the scale of the battle expanded, each regiment encountered a shortage of manpower.

As soon as the new players came online, they started recruiting people.

"Anyone interested in science or engineering? Dora Workshop is hiring! Join us and receive an exoskeleton armor and a chainsaw sword."

Dora and MC Shinhwa set up a recruitment booth.

The servoskull's speakers kept repeating pre-recorded words.

"Is the Agricultural College recruiting?"

A newbie with the ID (Growing Mushrooms with a Golden Toilet) squeezed in front of the recruitment counter of Dora Workshop to ask.

"Agricultural College? Sorry, Dora Workshop is more mechanical-oriented, so your major is not suitable."

Dora shook her head and politely refused the other party.

"Okay." Mushroom scratched his head and went to ask the next regiment.

Unfortunately, there are currently no players forming farming groups that are more agricultural-oriented.

It is the Mechanicus who are in charge of such areas.

"It seems that I still have to be alone for a while."

After asking around, Mushroom suddenly felt a little depressed.

I originally wanted to use my expertise to show my skills in the game.