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

"That's what the pigtail said."

Little Fatty was tempted.

It has to be said that this was a very attractive suggestion, but he still shook his head.

"Forget it, let's just continue to hold our ground as the guide orders. Anyway, we can still get war points this way, just not as many as they do."

The Astartes forces that set out on this expedition numbered over six thousand.

Such a scale is simply outrageous.

Even if they donned exoskeletons to fight, they wouldn't gain any war points.

It would be better to stay put and wait for the battle to land on the surface.

September 9th nodded, "+1, I agree with the guild leader. We need to conserve our energy, because once the Void War is over, it will be our home turf."

"You must understand that this time we are fighting the Forging World, which will involve the traitorous Titan Legion and Knight Families."

"These are tough nuts to crack, and only we can tackle them."

"Hopefully the enemy will be strong enough, otherwise I can forget about getting MVP this time." The guy with the ponytail sighed.

"I suggest you forget about MVP. Who knows what will happen next and reverse the rankings in no time!!"

On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, the Battle of Sintira was recalled.

When the Witcher band came in first place, they were so angry they almost vomited blood.

That kind of thing is really so frustrating.

Just thinking about it makes me speechless.

…………

The orbital defense line was breached, and the Imperial fleet charged forward again, engaging in fierce combat with the enemy fleet.

With its overwhelming firepower and the boarding maneuvers employed by the Astartes, the Imperial fleet advanced relentlessly, while the enemy fleet suffered a series of defeats.

The Imperial Glory continued to demonstrate its formidable strength, relentlessly slaughtering enemy ships.

At the same time, Urs Collin, who was stationed on the flagship, had bloodshot eyes and pupils filled with blood vessels.

Staring at the void with eyes wide open, he felt as if his heart was being torn apart, each cut drawing blood.

This was his fleet, his greatest asset.

During this time, he swept through the die-hard loyalists who refused to submit to the Colin family.

The Imperial army, having ravaged the Calicus Sector, swept across the entire sector like a hurricane.

He became a genius naval commander admired and feared by all, all thanks to this fleet.

Now, however, they have been brutally slaughtered by the enemy and are facing the crisis of extinction.

"I'm going to kill them, kill them!" Urs roared furiously.

The operators nearby became tense and uneasy under the commander's anger, not daring to breathe loudly for fear of being used as a punching bag.

“We must evacuate.” Ailo, the representative of the Sawtooth Question Mark organization, looked at the situation in the Void Battlefield and realized that the tide had turned.

"No!" Urs shouted, "How can we run away in such a sorry state?!"

“Take a look at this first,” Airo showed him a video recording of a void fortress falling before it collapsed.

Swarms of Astartes poured in, and within moments they had slaughtered the defending Papacy and slave soldiers.

“The Corpse King’s angel.” Urs clenched his fists, his voice filled with anger.

"They're not immortal. As long as we win the Void War, what can the Astartes Chapter do? They'll be burned to ashes by the light spears just the same."

“The problem is the numbers. I estimate they have at least three thousand, which means three full-strength Astartes Legions have joined this battle,” Airo said.

Urs's eyes widened. "This is impossible. Calicus shouldn't have three full-strength warbands."

“This impossible thing has actually happened,” Airo said.

"I don't know how that Corpse Emperor Saint managed to do it, but he did manage to mobilize three full-strength battle groups."

"The world of Rathian forging is doomed to fall. Let's retreat before it collapses completely and preserve as much of our strength as possible."

"Damn it." Urs's face showed anger.

He turned his head to look at another spot.

Several wizards with the symbol of the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star etched on their foreheads stood there.

What about you? Do you have any suggestions?

Urs wanted to seek the help of the gods.

But the Chaos Wizards shook their heads, indicating that they were powerless to help.

Even with sacrifices, the angels of the gods would find it difficult to contend with the Imperial fleet in the void.

Realizing that he was truly powerless to reverse the situation, Urs could only accept his defeat.

“I will remember this blood debt, Colin family, every debt must be repaid.”

"Now issue the order to prepare for evacuation, and tell all units to get ready."

News of the retreat quickly reached the ears of the Dark Mechanical Sage, Galamond.

He expressed strong protest.

“They have three Astartes Chapters; we have no chance of winning,” Urs said.

"Evaluation is tantamount to excessive cowardice. You must persevere. The research is about to succeed."

Galamond shouted in a mechanical voice,

"As long as we successfully activate the Paradox Engine, we will achieve ascension and immortality, and completely break free from the Empire."

“We have no choice. If we stay, we’re all finished,” Urs said. “Take all the components of the Paradox Engine away, and you can continue your research elsewhere.”

The Sage of Galamond was furious. "I will never retreat. The Paradox Engine is the key to our complete victory over the Calicus Sector, and also the key to Ascension."

"As long as we can hold out until the paradox engine kicks in, we will win."

"How long will it take?" Urs asked.

"Based on precise calculations, it will only take another half month."

Urs almost laughed in anger upon hearing Galamond's words.

Oh shit! !

Now, let alone half a month, he'd be lucky to hold on for even one more day, praying to his ancestors for protection.

If they don't escape the void battlefield in time, this fleet will be completely annihilated!

“It’s impossible. We must retreat immediately,” Urs reiterated.

Galamond rejected him again.

"I will never leave. Knowledge is above all else, and the paradox engine cannot be abandoned."

“I will gather all my strength and hold the ground-based forging hive city of Lastibi. Based on the reserves of ammunition and energy, I have a 75.412% chance of holding it.”

Urs's face darkened. "Do as you please, Great Sage. Just don't regret it later."

Communication ends.

Galamond acted swiftly.

He ordered all military supplies, including the St. Jao foundry, and slaves to be moved to the ground.

Prepare to defend the Rastibi Forge Nest City, which houses the Paradox Engine.

However, the Urs fleet collapsed faster than expected.

Not long after Galamond reached the ground, news came that the fleet had been completely defeated and forced to withdraw from near-Earth orbit.

Many troops were unable to take them with them and were left behind on the ground or at the space station.

The Imperial fleet seized control of the void throughout the entire Ras system.

Meanwhile, the loyalists seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

The rebels were forced to tighten their defenses and hold their positions in key factories and fortresses.

The only chance to turn things around is through the paradoxical engine of the Sage of Galamond.

This technological artifact from a distant era became the rebels' only lifeline.

………………

The Void Wars are coming to an end.

No ship dared to challenge the Imperial Glory again.

Its hunting record was so impressive that it instilled a psychological fear in the rebels.

When it appears, the rebel ships instinctively retreat.

Using Astartes forces as the spearhead, they swiftly eliminated every space station, void port, weapon platform, and fortress.

The remaining enemy ships retreated to the edge of the star system, like stray dogs with their tails between their legs.

Qin Yun ordered his men to seal off the three main stars of the Ras Forging World—Had, Hersh, and Hutt.

At this moment, the loyalists on the surface sent a communication request to Qin Yun.

"Access granted," Qin Yun said.

The next second, the projection refreshed, and a mechanical sage appeared.

“I am the Sage Morio, the head of the Oculum Foundry, and I have met the Saint.”

The wise man Morio spoke in a very humble tone.

They lacked the arrogance of the Mechanical Order towards mortals.

“Sage Morio, thank you for your loyalty to the Emperor.” Qin Yun said calmly, “Now that the enemy has lost its Void Defense and retreated to the surface, our army is about to launch an attack. Do you have any suggestions?”

The Sage Morio said, “We will follow your guidance, Saint, but I suggest we first concentrate our forces to attack the forge hive of Rastibi, where Galamond, who has abandoned the glory of Om Messiah, is conducting his dark experiments.”

Qin Yun nodded. "Then let's do it this way. In the name of the Emperor, let all the rebels be punished."

“Praise be to Om Messiah! We will fully support your offensive and send our Titan legions and knightly families,” said Sage Morio.

…………

The war horns sounded and echoed through the sky.

The loyalists who held firm launched the first attack.

The Titans of the Hunter Titan Order, along with numerous Guardians, launched their attack.

Accompanying them were knight mechs from several major families.

Like hunched giants, they marched with heavy steps toward the nest-making capital of Rastibi.

The dense barrage of artillery fire pounded against them, causing the Void Shield to vibrate, but it could not stop their advance.

The Imperial forces on track also took the opportunity to send their troops to the ground.

They joined forces with the loyalists on the surface to attack the forged hive city of Lastibi.

In order to defend the Rustibi hive city and buy themselves time to activate the Paradox Engine

Galamond mobilized the vast majority of his military forces there.

This included the Titans and Knight families who rebelled against the empire.

Thus, the massive war machines clashed on the ground, engaging in fierce combat.

The entire land was engulfed in artillery fire, turning everything in sight into scorched earth.

Seeing that the two sides were deadlocked, Qin Yun chose to join the war, thus hastening the enemy's defeat.

He flapped his pure white wings and soared through the sky.

Wherever he went, the loyalist troops below cheered.

"Accept the God Emperor's punishment!"

Qin Yun dodged the artillery fire aimed at him, wielding his powered spear, and charged towards a Warhound-class Titan wreaking havoc on the battlefield.