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

The two hurriedly walked off the bridge to send an urgent message to Titan.

"They saw the exit of the net, but Magnus and Carlos caught up with them."

"The Master and Primarch have arrived in Luna, and the Eldar are attempting to seal the entrance to the Webpath."

"The seal failed, and Magnus and Carlos broke out with demons and traitors."

"........."

Xiling continued to report on the battle situation, making everyone anxious, but they were helpless and could only pray silently.

………………

A fierce battle is erupting on the lunar surface.

The exit of the network is located in a deep, ring-shaped valley on the lunar surface.

There are a lot of abandoned vehicles here, including tanks, transport ships, and even dilapidated spaceships.

Visibility in the valley was very low, the starlight in the sky was dim and obscured by the ring mountain range, providing only limited illumination to the depths of the valley.

But at this moment, the valley floor became unusually bright, with the glow of arcane magic and artillery fire intertwining and illuminating this dark world.

The Red Letter warriors marched out of the Webgate in orderly formation and opened fire on the Imperial group.

Next came the roaring ferocious demons and the wizards riding flying discs, who continuously used magic, unleashing fire and frost.

Guilliman was very decisive; he ordered his troops to fire as they retreated to the top of the ring-shaped valley.

This was an extremely risky decision, leaving the Imperial party completely exposed to enemy fire.

Fortunately, Luna is in a low-gravity world, so their climbing speed is quite impressive.

Finally, despite enemy artillery fire, the imperial party successfully reached the summit.

Then came the moment to counterattack.

Guilliman quickly organized his men, positioned them in high ground, and fired down at the enemy.

The advantages of the high ground were fully utilized, and fierce firepower intertwined into a deadly network, falling on the traitors and the undead.

boom! boom! boom!

The relentless, violent explosions overturned the climbing traitors and tore apart the howling undead.

Clowns like Hilandri also joined the battle.

They hurled large star darts and monomolecular cutting lines, shattering the wizard and the demon disc beneath his feet into pieces.

"My foolish brother, do you think you can win like this?"

Magnus recited an ancient incantation that existed in the highest heavens even before the birth of humankind.

An eerie psychic glow enveloped the Thousand Sons and numerous demons.

The traitors and demons, who were just moments before in complete disarray and struggling to break through the Empire's firepower blockade, now appeared with psionic shields.

The shield absorbed all the damage taken by the traitor and the demon.

Suddenly, they became impervious to swords and spears, and difficult to kill.

Braving the empire's gunfire, they began climbing the ring-shaped mountain range.

Carlos was also waving his scepter, constantly summoning giant fireballs and meteors to smash into the loyalists' defenses.

Guilliman had no choice but to order a retreat, using the rocks and abandoned vehicle wreckage to build a new defensive line.

Through sorcery, Magnus led the Thousand Sons and the Unborn to the summit.

"Magnus."

Guilliman looked at his former brother and roared.

He charged again toward the enemy's location.

The scarlet demons and monsters along the way were no match for the Primarch and were all slain.

"This time, you won't be the only one with help."

Magnus's single eye looked at Guilliman, his wings flapped sharply, and he swooped down towards him.

The Wandering Blade Staff swept across with immense force, carrying with it the evil power of the warp.

The Emperor's Sword barely blocked the opponent's attack, but it could not offset the kinetic energy impact of Magnus's dive.

The two Primarchs tumbled and crashed into several dilapidated vehicles before disappearing into the dust.

Even so, they continued fighting, trying every possible way to attack each other.

Every punch landed squarely, with no room for compromise.

Qin Yun wanted to go and help, but Carlos landed in front of him at that moment.

"It's best not to disturb the brothers' reunion."

Carlos's two heads were looking at Qin Yun.

"A two-headed bird!"

Qin Yun gripped the Heavenly Punishment Scepter tightly in one hand, while slowly drawing the Holy Judgment Blade with the other.

“Poor people who are fooled by the cursed.”

Carlos raised his scepter and began to bewitch Qin Yun with words.

"Everything that rotting corpse can promise is a lie; all you'll get from following it is pain."

“My Lord is different. My Lord possesses all the knowledge and secrets of the universe. As long as you are willing, the doors of the Temple of Truth will open for you.”

"Did you trick that one-eyed Oglin in the same way?" Qin Yun asked rhetorically.

Magnus, who was fighting Guilliman in the distance, heard this and immediately felt a surge of rage.

I'm so far away from you, how can you still drag me into this?

So you're only targeting one person to bully, huh?

This is intolerable! The Crimson King will not tolerate this!

boom!

While Magnus was distracted, Guilliman seized the opportunity and delivered a powerful punch to the Primarch.

They smashed the other person's face again after it had just been repaired.

"Guilliman!"

Magnus was enraged and roared.

The Primarch raised his scepter, arcane light gathering at its tip, and with a sudden burst, sent Guilliman flying.

Then, it flapped its wings and rose up, rushing toward Guilliman.

The two Primarchs clashed once more, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

"Sharp-tongued, no wonder he could anger Magnus to the point of breaking his defenses."

With a wave of his scepter, Carlos sent several dilapidated tanks flying into the air, slamming down on Qin Yun.

Qin Yun's gaze was cold. He leaped away and escaped from the wrecked vehicles that had collided with each other.

He then charged toward Tzeentch, wielding a staff in one hand and a sword in the other.

Carlos blocked Qin Yun's attack and casually released a bright flame, which Qin Yun blocked with his Shield of Faith.

The battle between the two sides was incredibly fierce and fast; onlookers could only see afterimages.

From the ground to the sky, and then from the sky back to the ground.

Their battle was in no way inferior to that of the Primarch.

The psionic tide spread outwards from the point of engagement, forming terrifying ripples that surged and roared.

Wherever it passes, metals vaporize and rocks crystallize, creating a breathtaking sight.

Carlos was burning with primal energy, and every swing of his scepter contained otherworldly magic.

However, Qin Yun was not without the power to fight back. Golden light surged around him, and each strike contained the power of annihilation.

By consuming Faith Points, one can obtain the blessing of Imperial Power.

Qin Yun has acquired power comparable to that of the Great Demon Treachery.

Those demons, intending to help their master, rushed over with ferocious intent, but Qin Yun cleaved them in two with a single sword stroke and burned them to ashes.

As time went on, the battle between the human and the demon intensified.

The clanging of weapons rang out continuously, like the tolling of a doomsday bell.

After Qin Yun's Heavenly Punishment Scepter collided with the opponent's scepter, he swung the Holy Judgment Blade at incredible speed.

The blade slashed into Carlos's shoulder, causing him to scream in excruciating pain.

Demonic blood, imbued with the ultimate malice of the subspace, splashed out.

The moment it landed, it transformed into flawless crystal.

Carlos opened his beak, and a beam of light containing evil energy instantly erupted from his mouth.

It landed on Qin Yun, instantly sending him flying.

But soon, the two sides clashed again, fighting each other by any means necessary.

the other side,

Guilliman surveyed the dust-filled battlefield, searching for Magnus's whereabouts.

After a fierce struggle, alarms were now blaring inside Guilliman's helmet.

His armor was damaged in several places, the oxygen supply equipment was leaking, and the extreme cold of the vacuum was taking advantage of the situation.

If it weren't for the original body's extraordinary physique, it would probably have perished long ago.

“Come out and face me, Magnus!” Guilliman roared, sword in hand, glancing warily around. “You coward and baby.”

"Cowards and overgrown babies?"

A somber voice rang out, "How dare you address me with such words?"

Guilliman looked in the direction of the sound and saw Magnus.

The opponent's body was radiating light and was growing larger and larger until it became as huge as a Warhound-class Titan, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

“You are just an insect,” Magnus said. “A tiny insect.”

“Cowards and immature adults who always blame others. If you had any sense of responsibility, things wouldn’t have gotten so bad,” Guilliman said sharply.

Spending a lot of time with Qin Yun, Guilliman gradually became more sarcastic and sharp-tongued.

"Have you learned to be as quick-witted as that guy?"

Magnus slightly raised his hand, and the etheric energy wrapped around the blade staff pulsed wildly.

"Words are meaningless. You are destined to die here because I possess true power."

“All I see is a corrupted and enslaved giant baby, incessantly arguing that he is not a coward,” Guilliman retorted.

In a fit of rage, Magnus unleashed his power, releasing unparalleled strength.

It transformed into a raging torrent, crashing violently towards Guilliman.

Guilliman tried his best, but he couldn't withstand the opponent's terrifying power. He was instantly knocked away and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Then, Magnus shrunk his body, swooped down, and stepped on Guilliman's chest.

Cracks appeared in the armor of destiny, and the built-in system began to wail.

"This is your end, my brother."

Sicarius and his battle brethren roared as they charged through the demonic tide to rescue the Primarch.

But the Thousand Sons Wizard and the Tzeentch Demon held them back.

Just as the Primarch was about to die, a bolt of lightning struck Magnus.

“One-Eyed Oglin, your opponent is me.”

As Jujiro gathered all his strength to unleash his attack, he charged toward Magnus.