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

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Having suffered a great loss, Magnus hid in the shadows, no longer daring to appear openly.

But Tzeentch's demons and evil wizards seeking the Red Lord continued to pour into the battlefield, their numbers growing ever larger.

Despite Qin Yun, Guilliman, and the others' valiant efforts, their progress was severely hampered, and they eventually found themselves unable to move an inch.

The enemy, along with them, surged into the ruins of the dilapidated spirit bone buildings.

The loyalists soon found themselves surrounded on all sides.

At this time,

A burst of light erupted from Qin Yun's body.

The emperor used him as an anchor point to project his power.

The oracle's readings were jumping wildly, and the communication channel was filled with ghostly whispers.

The shadow emerged from the hellish flames and coalesced into shape.

With jet-black armor, intricate bone ornaments, and the cursed legion wreathed in ethereal fire, they appeared at the Primarch's most perilous moment.

Bullets imbued with the emperor's wrath poured forth, sweeping away the surging demon army.

Qin Yun also summoned the first batch of players at this time.

With a flash of teleportation, the players, full of fighting spirit, rushed into the battlefield.

"A deafening roar echoed through the sky, and I, the Angron, dared to challenge you again."

The man with the wrist roared as he charged out, his chainsaw and battle axe whirring incessantly.

But instead of a bloodthirsty demon army, he was met by a demon wizard skilled in witchcraft.

"Your mission is to hold off the pursuers at all costs," Qin Yun instructed the players.

"My great axe is itching for battle! Kill! Kill! Chop! Chop!"

"Slay gods if they stand in your way, kill Carlos if he stands in your way, kill Magnus if he stands in your way, it all boils down to one word: kill."

"Charge, brothers! Capture Magnus alive, and we'll reward him with a million gold pieces and the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Stars!"

"........."

Players chanted various slogans, their fighting spirit high and fearless as they charged towards the demonic tide, once again unleashing a brutal storm of bloodshed.

"Let's go," Hilandri shouted, signaling the Primarch and the others to follow her.

With the help of the players and the Cursed Legion, they fought their way out of the demons' encirclement, broke through enemy lines of defense, and plunged into the deepest part of the Web.

Magnus appeared above the demonic tide and was about to flap his wings to chase after Guilliman when someone on the ground shouted.

“One-Eyed Oglin, your grandfather is here. Why don’t you come and die quickly?”

The voice was so familiar that the Primarch instinctively turned around and his pupils dilated instantly.

The ants that should have died reappeared alive and kicking in front of him, wielding a battle axe and pointing it at him while shouting.

Magnus glanced at Guilliman, who was fleeing, and hesitated.

At this moment, the bald monk shouted.

“One-Eyed Oglin, get down here! Today I’m going to chop off your dog’s head.”

Enraged, Magnus instantly swooped down on the bald monk, intending to tear him to pieces.

His speed was incredibly fast; he reached his opponent in an instant.

At that moment, a dark figure as large as a small mountain rushed out from the side and threw a punch at the Primarch.

A sharp whooshing sound came from the air; the force of that punch was terrifying, and its destructive power was absolutely no less than that of the original body.

boom!

Ripples spread through the air.

Magnus was sent flying again.

With a loud bang, it crashed into the nearby ruins like a cannonball, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Hahaha."

The thirteenth prince, clad in heavy armor, burst into laughter, "With the Demon Hammer Primarch beneath my feet, there is no one like me in Warhammer!"

Magnus stood up and saw the target who had attacked him; he was so angry that his body trembled.

It's an Oglin?!

He got beaten by an Oglin, what an utter disgrace!!

damn it!

"It seems that those with two eyes are more powerful than those with one eye," the bald monk jumped out, mocking Magnus.

Enraged, Magnus gripped his scepter tightly, determined to teach these damned ants the price of offending him.

Magnus's single eye shone with a bright flame, and an indescribable pressure emanated from it.

The power of the warp surged forth like a tide, converging on the Primarch's body as if to solidify into a physical form.

The thirteenth prince was startled and ran towards the demonic entity, trying to interrupt its power-building.

But then the other person stretched out a hand.

An invisible force instantly pressed in from all directions.

The heavy armor creaked and groaned under the pressure of spiritual energy.

Bang! !

Once a certain critical point was crossed, the thirteenth prince was instantly crushed into a pulp, and his sturdy heavy armor turned into scrap metal.

"You monster, give me back my brother's life!"

Upon seeing the thirteenth prince's tragic death, the bald monk shouted,

Magnus turned his gaze to him and uttered an ancient, malevolent incantation.

The bald monk let out a miserable cry; his body, blessed by the emperor, mutated into flammable material under the incantation.

It instantly burst into flames, burning fiercely and with immense power.

In a short while, the bald monk was burned to ashes.

Magnus, enraged, displayed unparalleled power.

It slaughtered players and cursed warriors at will, leaving them with no chance to fight back.

The Weaver of Fate, Carlos, also arrived at this time with a large army.

"Holy crap, what? Another powerful demon has come to support One-Eyed Oglin?!"

"So many demons, holy crap!!"

"The Weaver of Fate is here, we're doomed!"

"........."

Players kept falling,

However, the death of each player bought the pilgrimage team more time to evacuate.

Qin Yun summoned players in batches, instructing them to stop the enemy at all costs.

Finally, a portal sealed with runes appeared before them.

"Put on your helmet," Hilandri instructed.

The surviving players and soldiers obeyed the orders, put on their helmets, and activated their respirators.

Hilandri chanted an ancient incantation, opening the sealed gate to the net.

The group passed through the glowing archway and arrived at their destination on the Webpath—Luna, Terra's only natural satellite.

Qin Yun stepped through the flickering gate of the network, and the spaces inside and outside the network overlapped in an instant.

The weight of reality suddenly doubled, and this unprecedented feeling made Qin Yun vaguely uncomfortable.

Everything around him was distorted; the scene before him was no longer the illusory space within the net, but rather the dark depths of space and dazzling cosmic rays.

The surviving players looked around in surprise.

Just a moment ago, they could still feel the slight warmth in the surrounding air.

The next second, all that remained was a freezing, almost oxygen-deprived, deadly vacuum.

They stepped forward, treading upon the rolling dust of the lunar surface.

"That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind."

The warlord quoted the famous saying of the first man to walk on the moon.

"Sorry, but humanity has already taken one giant leap forward. Now, your small step is just that—a small step for you," Jujiro bluntly poured cold water on the idea.

"I can't talk to you anymore." Zhan Shuai turned his head to the side.

"We've finally arrived," Jujiro exclaimed. "Brothers have died one after another, but we've finally reached Luna."

“It’s not over yet,” Zhuge said. “Don’t think that the Guides let us live until now simply so that we could see Terra.”

"I thought we had raised our favorability rating high enough that we weren't sent to intercept the enemy!" Zhan Shuai said.

"You're overthinking it. It's probably all for the final blow," Zhuge analyzed. "Magnus won't give up so easily."

The voice just fell,

An explosion occurred near the gate of the net passage.

It sent many spirits who intended to seal the gate flying.

Magnus and Carlos, along with numerous red-letter warriors and Tzeentch demons, stormed into reality.

Chapter 137 Journey to Holy Terra

The bridge of the Makurag Glory.

"I hope nothing bad has happened to them."

Grand Marshal Amarich of the Black Templars watched with concern as the resurrected Chosen Ones received their equipment in the church and were quickly summoned away.

Imperial heroes such as the Mechanical Sage Caul, the Living Saint Celestine, and the Gray Knight Grand Mentor Vodas also gathered around the control panel, awaiting Xiling's reply.

“Magnus is mobilizing forces to besiege the Master and the Primarch, and they are in trouble.”

Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts skipped a beat.

"The Cursed Legion and the Chosen Ones were summoned to help the Master and Primarch escape their predicament."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"The team is retreating towards the net passage gate leading to Luna, but the enemy is in hot pursuit."

"The Weaver of Fate-Carlos has also appeared, and they are slaughtering the Chosen Ones and the Cursed Warriors."

Everyone's hearts were raised again.

"........."

"But the master and the Primarch are already close to the Webway Gate."

"........."

Xiling kept sharing the information she had received with everyone, and their emotions fluctuated like a rollercoaster.

"The Primarch and the Saint are retreating towards Luna; we need to find someone to meet them."

Woddes stood up,

"Titan has special emergency communications. I'll find a way to notify them so they can set sail as soon as possible and inform the Imperial forces in the Solar System to prepare to receive the Primarch and the Saint."

“I’ll help you,” Celestine said.

"it is good."