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

After his mother's death, Maro inherited her position according to custom.

Throughout countless years, he had missed her.

I miss the moments I spent with my mother, I cherish those joyful years, and I reminisce about the warm maternal love she gave me.

Maro had thought countless times about seeing her again.

But when the other person reappeared, he felt neither the joy nor the excitement he had imagined.

Only fear, endless fear.

"why?"

The mother's voice was rapid and hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

Why aren't you by my side?

Maro stepped back, looking flustered.

He reached for the doorknob and opened the door easily.

Just as I was about to run inside, I saw another mother standing there, also bleeding profusely.

She looked at Maro with bloodshot eyes and stretched out her bleeding hand.

"Why? Why aren't you by my side?"

"No!" Maro's face turned ashen, and he turned and ran away.

boom! boom! boom

The door was blown open by the wind as he ran past, and blood flowed out from behind it.

His mother appeared in every room with an open door, calling out to Maro, reaching out her hand to him, her howls following him.

"Why……"

"...You didn't..."

"...in my..."

"...Beside you?"

The corridor became infinitely long.

The doors along the way were all opened in a neat and uniform manner.

Blood gushed out like water.

Countless hands reached out from the blood, grabbing at Maro and scratching his skin.

The wind seemed to be laughing wildly, mocking his cowardice and folly.

"Who are you? What exactly are you?"

No one answered Maro.

Countless hands gripped him, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.

In the end, he was dragged into a pool of blood, to the deepest part of hell.

"No!"

With a desperate cry, Maro sat up abruptly from his sweat-soaked bed.

The fan spun slowly, making a creaking sound.

The rotating fan blades blow fresh air in.

The scenes from his dream were vividly imprinted in his mind.

With trembling hands, he reached for the water beside the bed, took a sip, and calmed down considerably.

"It was just a dream."

Maro slapped himself hard across the face; it stung terribly.

You can't feel pain in your dreams.

This must be reality, it must be reality.

Marlowe took another sip of water before looking up at the clock on the door.

His shift was three hours away.

After such a long time, he didn't want to sleep anymore, and he never wanted to fall asleep again.

Those nightmares were too terrible; he never wanted to experience them again.

"I need to get out and about. It must be because I've been working too long hours lately that I'm having these recurring nightmares!!"

Maro adjusted his emotions, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

After the door was unlocked, someone reached out and pushed it open, and a stench of blood hit him.

A woman covered in blood stood in front of the door, her bloody hands falling on him.

"We...have arrived..."

Do not!

Maro was so frightened that he stumbled backward and fell onto the bed.

An indescribable fear overwhelmed him, rendering him incapable of thinking.

His hand touched something cold, a bayonet that he had previously kept to protect himself from thugs.

Absolute fear often eventually gives rise to absolute anger.

Maro screamed, his eyes turning bloodshot.

He gripped the bayonet tightly, leaped up, and stabbed at the creature disguised as his mother.

The sharp blade easily pierced through the opponent's flesh.

Crimson blood splattered out, and the monster let out a painful cry before fleeing in a sorry state, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

The roles of hunter and prey have been reversed.

He tasted the sweetness of anger.

As long as you stay angry, keep your rage burning, you can be fearless in the face of these things.

"You forced me to this!" Maro shouted. "You can all die!"

He charged out with his bayonet, killing every living thing he could see.

This is just a dream.

Once he kills all these things, he can leave this dream and return to the real world.

Praise the Emperor, and may He bless the extermination of all living things.

Not just Maro,

Countless inhabitants of Terra simultaneously fell into a nightmare.

They dreamed of creatures with eyes, or things crouching in the darkness.

They entered the bodies of those who had fallen into dreams, disguised as the dead.

At the same moment, the psionicists felt a madness and pain that was enough to overwhelm them.

They screamed frantically, uttering taboo words like 'blood' and 'slaughter'.

…………

Block 888, Workers' Residential Area No. 88.

Screams and wails echoed through the sky.

A group of madmen are attacking everyone indiscriminately.

The gushing blood stained the ground red, and the dead lay on the ground, their faces unrecognizable, their deaths extremely tragic.

Marlowe was also one of the violent lunatics.

He was holding a machete.

He brutally hacked at his former coworkers while shouting madly.

"Die, you monsters, die!"

"As long as you remain angry, you can do nothing against me."

“Go to hell, all of you. The louder you scream, the more excited I get.”

"........."

Riots broke out, and fires broke out.

The flames illuminated half the sky, turning it a deep red.

The riot police arrived quickly.

"shot."

The commander immediately ordered a barrage of bullets to be fired at the workers who were not mentally strong enough and had been turned into madmen, tearing them to pieces.

The indescribable pain brought Maro back to his senses when his body was torn apart.

Seeing the soldiers in double-headed eagle uniforms and the corpses around him, he belatedly realized that he was no longer dreaming.

But he couldn't tell the difference, he really couldn't.

The riot was quickly suppressed.

But the matter is far from over.

They're here.

As the number of the dead increased, the screaming souls blurred the veil between reality and illusion, allowing them to emerge.

They appeared in the real universe, draped in bloody human skin, and rushed towards the riot police.

The same thing happens everywhere.

These events are like waves,

They come together and eventually form a towering wave.

The subspace storm intensified due to these events, eventually reaching its peak.

Above the Lion Gate,

The sky turned red, as if it were on fire.

Then the enemy appeared.

At first there were a few, then dozens, then hundreds and thousands, countless, until finally the whole earth was filled with demons.

They brandished weapons that reeked of blood, forming large square formations.

The leader rode a monster made of steel, brass, and hellfire.

They formed a large army.

As the crimson rain poured down, the demons brandished their weapons and screamed as they launched their attack on the Lion's Gate.

…………

[Imperial Radiance]

【bless】

Purification

[Faith Frenzy]

【………】

The moment Qin Yun sensed the subspace storm spiraling out of control, he rushed to the city wall.

He flapped his wings, hovering above the city walls, constantly unleashing skills at the empire's defenders.

Countless rays of light fell upon the Imperial troops, dispelling their fear and giving them courage.

After doing all this, Qin Yun communicated with Xi Ling.