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

As Pierce and Harry complained while being tested, a commotion arose from the crowd in the distance.

"He is a saint."

"The sage has arrived."

The cheers drew Pierce and Harry's attention.

They turned their heads and saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

A giant clad in exquisite power armor and with pristine white wings emerged from the magnificent building and walked into the crowd.

“The Emperor’s teeth, is this the Primarch?” Pierce’s mouth trembled as he spoke.

A glimmer of hope flickered in Harry's numb eyes.

That noble face made one involuntarily want to kneel and offer their loyalty to him.

Qin Yun didn't linger; he merely passed by, waved to the refugees who hoped for help, and then left.

But it still excited those people.

After he left, many refugees and soldiers had tears streaming down their faces.

This era is too dark and hopeless.

The appearance of a sage is like a bright lighthouse in the endless darkness, giving them hope.

This allows them to continue enduring the pain and persevering in the struggle.

Harry was one of the people who shed tears.

He was still very young. The war had taken away a lot from him, but it hadn't completely numbed him.

Qin Yun's appearance filled his young body with power once again.

"To see such an important person and cry like a little girl, how pathetic," Pierce joked.

But Harry quickly pointed out that the veteran's eyes were also red.

Harry, however, claimed that he had sand in his eyes.

This little interlude has come to an end.

Refugees and soldiers continued to line up for testing.

After all the checks were completed, they received the promised hot water and food.

Pierce and Harry devoured the food like starving ghosts.

They hadn't had a decent cooked meal in so long.

After they finished eating, they found their beds in the designated area.

He lay down comfortably and had a wonderful sleep.

When they woke up, they felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Spending too much time in hell, even just a moment of peace, feels like entering heaven.

…………

In the living room,

Several fleet commanders, Astral Army officers, high nuns, machinist priests in red robes, and representatives of the refugees were already waiting there.

At the same time, there were also some officials from the Ministry of the Interior.

They chatted amongst themselves, discussing the matter animatedly.

When Qin Yun strode in, they bowed in greeting.

"No need to bow or bend your knees. Time is of the essence, and there is no time for such elaborate etiquette."

Qin Yun walked towards the nearest person and asked, "What's your name?"

"Quintus, Colonel, representing the Mark Bain Guard, we have a total of 25 men, all of whom are under your command."

Qin Yun's gaze swept over them, and the others began to introduce themselves one after another.

Each of them solemnly declared that they would hand over command to Qin Yun.

"Very good." Qin Yun smiled. "I will rearm you, and then we can continue fighting the traitors."

The meeting with these representatives was brief.

Qin Yun's request was for them to reorganize their army and then return to the battlefield with new equipment and a chain of command.

The war will continue until the enemy is completely reduced to ashes.

Chapter 123 Guilliman's Pilgrimage to Terra

After a few days of rest, Pierce and Harry were notified that they needed to go to the quartermaster to collect their equipment.

They were completely bewildered, but they still followed orders and found the quartermaster.

After the quartermaster checked the list and confirmed that everything was correct, he ordered his men to bring out their equipment.

"Is this for us??"

Pierce stared at the exoskeleton armor in front of him, somewhat incredulous.

The exoskeleton armor is equipped with a shoulder cannon featuring an automatic target acquisition module.

There are also life support systems that can survive in a variety of harsh environments, as well as medical devices for use in emergencies.

Such sophisticated equipment should not be available to low-ranking soldiers like them.

Normally, they would only receive a set of armor and a laser rifle jokingly referred to as a 'flashlight'.

"Yes, this is standard equipment; every soldier has it."

The quartermaster waved his hand impatiently.

"Now it belongs to you, and all you have to do is wear it and throw your lives into the battlefield."

"Also, here is your salary. Due to current financial difficulties, we can only pay you two months' worth of Sky Eagle Coins. The rest will be given to you in exchange vouchers. As for the salary you haven't received before, it will be paid later."

The quartermaster's rude attitude did not frighten Pierce; on the contrary, it excited him.

"With this thing, killing those traitors will be as easy as killing rats."

Pierce lovingly stroked the exoskeleton armor assigned to him.

His eyes looked like those of a pervert eyeing a beautiful and sexy young woman, drooling with desire.

A saint is a saint, and he is different from those corrupt bureaucrats.

They provided good equipment and paid the full wages.

Finally, someone has arrived who not only talks about risks and faith but is also willing to offer benefits.

"No matter what, I'm entrusting my life to the Sage. Wherever he says to go, I'll go. Whoever he says to point the gun at, I'll point it at."

Pierce abandoned his usual slick, veteran-like demeanor and spoke in a serious and earnest tone.

Harry looked at the Eaglecoins and vouchers in his hand and nodded in agreement.

If those stupid bureaucrats' orders conflict with the saint's...

They would absolutely ignore what those stupid bureaucrats were saying.

Then steadfastly carry out the sage's command.

……

The planet Yatoma is still producing large quantities of military supplies.

A steady stream of cargo ships delivered finished products into low Earth orbit, where they were then loaded onto larger cargo ships and transported to the front lines.

In addition to conventional weapons and ammunition, the supplies sent to the front lines also included a batch of newly developed hound-class intelligent control mechs.

This is a brand-new intelligent mech created by Father Tina using her accumulated knowledge and the factories she controls.

It is inexpensive, cost-effective, uses a wet component control core, and has a receiver port, making it controllable by the military.

They were created solely for cannon fodder.

Batch after batch of Hound-class intelligent mechs stepped into the transport ship's warehouse.

Then shut down the system, put it into hibernation, and wait to be woken up after reaching the front line.

Doraemon Workshop's track factory has ten one-kilometer-long escort ships docked at the port.

After the successful trial voyage of the Natural Selection, Doraemon immediately ordered mass production.

These ten frigates are the result of this period of time.

The planet Yatoma itself possesses a well-developed shipbuilding industry.

After players optimized the production chain, increased the number of Thinkers, and improved the proportion of automatic production, production efficiency was greatly improved.

According to calculations by players like Doraemon, production capacity can continue to surge; all that's needed is to build more void factories and optimize the supply chain.

They could build warships continuously, overwhelming any enemy with sheer numbers.

Sage Casca was in charge of inspecting the warships.

Gear markings were etched into various areas to bless the machine.

Once everything is confirmed to be in order, these warships will be delivered to the Imperial Navy.

Of course, Doraemon Workshop doesn't just accept orders from the military; it also accepts orders from gamers, and it will make special modifications to add more automated equipment.

It allows players to control the game without requiring a large number of people.

The Empire's warships are high-performing, sturdy, fast, and not easily invaded by demons, but they are expensive.

For players with limited budgets, purchasing the warship from Doraemon Workshop offers better value for money.

For them, all they need is for the spaceship to be able to fly, fire its cannons, and have a shield.

As for the rest, it's not important.

…………

Makulag

A magnificent fleet has assembled here.

Guilliman has decided to embark on his journey to Terra.

He selected a group of elite combat monks from among the Ultramarines to accompany him to Terra, including Sicarius, who had many legendary achievements.

The Grey Knights' Grand Mentor, Vordis, also joined with the Third Brotherhood.

In addition, various Ultramarines squads, including Emperor Champion Amarridge, Living Saint Celestine, Inquisitor Grefax, and Grand Sage Caul, all requested to join the expedition.

Meanwhile, the remaining Death Army announced their departure to join Eldrar, the Death incarnation Incani, and other Eldar high-ranking members.

Although Fort Cardia has fallen, many worlds still retain intact obsidian obelisks.

The Death Army will travel to these planets to ensure the safety of those devices.

After a brief and polite attempt to persuade him to stay, Guilliman bid farewell to Evelynn, the messenger of death.

"I wish you a safe journey and a successful start, and that you will teach our common enemy a lesson."

“May your martial arts prosper, Robert Guilliman.” Evelyn bowed. “One day, our destinies will meet again—but before that, please don’t die.”

"The Regent's wife is leaving already? She's newly married, why didn't she stay a few more days?!" The bald monk looked regretful.

One ID (Pighead Qiang), a veteran player who was among the second batch to enter the game, chuckled.

"We've been married for so long, the novelty has worn off, so we definitely have to leave for a while. When we reunite, absence makes the heart grow fonder again."

Stinky Canned Food shook his head, disagreeing with Pighead Qiang's words.

"I think Guilliman has to go see the Emperor and can't take Evelyn home, so they have to separate for the time being."

The bald monk chuckled.

"Now that you mention it, I suddenly thought of a melodramatic story about an imperial family that could easily fill at least fifty episodes."

The other players all looked at the bald monk, urging him to continue.

The bald monk also became interested and began to describe it vividly.