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

“Come with us to see Primarch Father. He will be very happy.”

"Primarch Father? Is he the sunburnt, one-eyed Oglin with extraordinary wisdom?" Jujiro asked with disdain.

Ahriman stared at Jujiro, "He is the Primarch, the source of your bloodline. He should not be humiliated by you like this."

"My loyalty is to the Emperor," Jujiro said calmly, "not to some arrogant, one-eyed Ogryn. With all due respect, that idiot is just a giant infant who makes mistakes and then blames others."

"The Emperor is also the Primarch's father, and I've never seen that one-eyed Ogryn show him respect."

"You have been blinded by the Corpse King and cannot see the truth of this universe." Ctesias, the Thousand Sons Sorcerer, said beside Ahriman. "We are blood brothers. Only we are one."

"That's right, you haven't been fooled. Even their home planet has been stolen, and you're still helping them count their money." Jujiro nodded frantically, saying sarcastically, "You can't defeat Horus, so you only dare to take your anger out on the wolf pack."

The Emperor's original orders were for the VI Legion, the Space Wolves, to bring Magnus back.

Horus tampered with the order and ordered the Sixth Legion to exterminate the Thousand Sons' homeworld.

Magnus hated the VI Legion, yet aided Horus in the attack on Terra.

Ahriman's face darkened.

This is so touching,

When they learned the truth about Prospero's burning, they were already Tzeentch's followers.

Horus is the warmaster chosen by the four gods.

How could they have the qualifications and strength to challenge each other?

After the Heresy, Horus died, and the Sons of Horus were shattered and no longer existed. There was no place to seek revenge!!

"Why are you so scowling?" Jujiro looked at Ahriman. "You've got people killed, and you're not allowed to talk about it. You weren't fooled, but just two red spells wiped out the entire Thousand Sons Legion."

"The Sixth Legion really shouldn't have stormed Prospero back then. They should have simply won you over. After all, they killed more Thousand Sons than you wiped out with a single red spell."

"You still want me to go back with you, because you think I'm dying too slowly."

Jujiro looked at Ctesias, "Brother, take my advice. Trust the Emperor and you will be saved. Follow Ahriman and that red-skinned, one-eyed Ogryn, and you'll be screwed one day."

"Following the Emperor, all you have to worry about is mutation. Following these two brilliant minds, let alone mutation, you'll be starving nine times out of three days. Look how badly your power armor is wearing out."

"That's enough." Ahriman interrupted Jujiro, his voice filled with anger. "I thought we shouldn't kill each other, but you keep offending me."

Jujiro, however, was dismissive. He leaned over and grabbed a handful of ashes left over from the psychic battle.

He stood up and held out his clenched fist, "Do you know what this is? Ahriman."

Ahriman frowned, "What is this?"

"This is our brother, Ahriman."

Jujiro slowly loosened his grip, a smile on his face, and the ashes flowed down his hand and then drifted away.

The rage in Ahriman's heart suddenly rose, almost drowning his reason.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean by that? Look, our brother is floating away." Jujiro opened his hands and let the air flow blow away the smoke and dust in his hands.

"If you put your ear to the Rubric Warrior's armor, you should be able to hear their voices. Are they asking why Ahriman is like this? Didn't you say you would save us? Why did you turn to ashes?"

Ahriman was shaking with anger.

After taunting Jujiro, he clearly felt the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly drop.

Ahriman was clearly on the verge of exploding.

He was suddenly frightened, but he pretended to be calm on his face.

"You have been too deeply deceived by the Corpse King. When you meet the Primarch, you may change your mind."

Ahriman was about to use force when he heard Jujiro suddenly shout, "Wait, it's not impossible for me to go with you. After all, I also have the gene seed from that one-eyed Ogryn in my body, and I should go meet him too."

Ahriman stopped and asked, "Are you willing to come with us?"

"Of course, but there is one condition," Jujiro said.

"What conditions?" Ahriman asked.

"Move three meters to the left first."

Ahriman's mind was filled with confusion, but he did as he was told.

After all, Jujiro was surrounded and he had no way to escape.

"Is this your condition? Can you come with us now?"

Jujiro scoffed, "How could I possibly go with you? I'm playing tricks on you, idiot."

Ahriman could no longer suppress his anger and waved his scepter, trying to forcibly restrain Jujiro and take him away.

boom! boom! boom!

Dense gunfire came from a distance.

The Warmaster who received the message waited for the players to arrive.

They were armed with bolters, melta guns, and plasma pistols, and fired at Ahriman and his group.

"For MVP, go ahead, brothers."

"Capture Ahriman alive and take first place."

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They shouted various slogans and rushed over with excited looks on their faces.

"Are you stalling for time?"

Ahriman looked at Jujiro and finally understood why he had been talking so much nonsense.

I felt both angry and frightened.

Ahriman couldn't understand why he, as a lecturer in the Temple of the Black Crow School, which specialized in precognitive abilities, had failed to foresee the arrival of these servants of the Corpse King.

"It's a pity that you only realize it now." Jujiro said sarcastically.

"Do you think you can deal with me like this?" Ahriman looked at the other Thousand Sons wizards. "Form a mandala formation to deal with them."

Chapter 119 Carlos: I have a perfect plan

The Mandala formation was the most commonly used combat formation of the Thousand Sons Legion in the past.

It can share the power and abilities of the person who sets up the formation.

The bomb exploded in front of Ahriman, and the shield he instinctively cast blocked it.

Ktiseth, one of the Thousand Sons wizards, cast the summoning seal.

The temperature of the surrounding air dropped and frost formed.

Hordes of Chaos Daemons from the Warp were summoned by pacts and spells,

The Scarlet Warrior, whose head was blown up by Jujiro, recovered as before.

"A heart as strong as a rock, unyielding and unyielding."

The Warmaster roared, running and shooting.

When the bullets in the grenade launcher were exhausted, he drew the greatsword behind him and slashed at the opponent.

Psionic shields cannot block melee weapons.

But the devil can,

The enslaved demons approach the Warmaster,

The weapon in his hand that was emitting black smoke collided with the giant sword in his hand, making a clanging sound.

The barrier between the warp and reality has not been broken,

The demon's projection didn't have much power in reality and soon fell into a disadvantage.

After another sword missed, the warlord seized the opportunity when the opponent dodged and punched out.

With a bang, he smashed the opponent's head.

The other party's body dissipated like black smoke, and his soul was expelled back to the warp.

"There are too many of them." Ctesias said in a panic.

"Son of Dorne? Son of Llane? And the scent of the wolf cub!"

Ahriman could feel the attacker's blood, and his heart sank.

The roar of gunfire was too fierce and continuous.

In the distance, the roar of the Valkyrie's engine could be heard.

It was obvious that the entire city's military forces had been mobilized.

If the battle is not resolved in time, the endless stream of imperial soldiers will surely wear them down.

"Death to the traitor!"

Zhuge, the Iron Warrior, rushed forward with a chainsaw axe in his hand and swung it down with great force.

In order to avoid his attack, the Thousand Sons Wizard had to abandon the Mandala formation and choose to retreat and avoid it.

Bang! The giant axe fell to the ground, splitting a crack in the area where they had just stood.

The attack was so swift that their ability to foresee was almost useless.

Without the protection of the Mandala formation, several Red Letter Warriors were attacked by dense bullets.

One was instantly broken into pieces.

"For the Luna Wolves, for the Emperor."

The turtles chanted the slogan of the Great Crusade and slashed at Ahriman with their chainswords.

"Son of Horus?" Ahriman was stunned for a moment, then dodged the opponent's attack.

"I am the Luna Wolf." The turtle shouted and attacked again.

The chainsaw axe roared and tore through the air.

Ahriman used the knowledge of the Raven School to peer into the thread of fate.

However, to his horror, the predictive ability that had once made him invincible failed at this moment.

When fighting against others in the past, Ahriman could always see various possible futures and choose the one that would be most beneficial to him.

But now, he could see nothing.

He ducked down awkwardly to avoid the swinging axe.

The next second, the opponent hit his visor with a knee strike.

The brutal force instantly shattered the visor, leaving his face bleeding.

Ahriman looked embarrassed. He relied too heavily on the predictive ability of the Black Crow School.

After losing the ability to predict the future, he felt helpless in close combat with the enemy.

But he was a veteran who had survived the Great Crusade after all, and he quickly adjusted to the situation.

When the turtle attacked again, he used the scepter in his hand to block the opponent's axe blade.

Then, a bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere and struck the turtle, sending him flying.

Ahriman raised his scepter and surveyed the battlefield, finding the situation to be dire.

A Tzeentch beast in the distance was pierced by a sharp blade, and the next second, it was chopped into pieces by a battle axe, and was expelled back to the warp with a wail.

The Valkyries and gunboats in the air fired at the ground. The dense gunfire formed an exaggerated barrage that instantly penetrated the enemy's body.

The Rubric Warriors and Demons were crushed, and Ctesias and other Thousand Sons Wizards were also in trouble.

The Corpse King has too many minions.

"You have to come with us."

Ahriman looked at Jujiro, he slammed the ground, psychic energy exploded, and time around him stopped instantly.

The members of the Emperor's Oxen and Horses Legion couldn't even move a finger, and remained in the same position as a second ago like statues.