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

Behind the Great Demon, the Khorne Demon, born from the warp, rode a bronze rhinoceros forged in the Blood God's domain and surged forward like a tidal wave.

The soldiers on the city wall noticed the Khorne Archduke advancing towards the Primarch, as well as the Khorne army behind him.

They turned their guns and fired at the demonic tide.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, a dense barrage of destructive beams—including lasers, thermal melts, and explosive bursts—fell like a torrential downpour.

The devastating offensive tore through the surging demonic tide.

Limbs and severed bodies flew everywhere, making the battlefield exceptionally bloody.

The great demon Khorne, however, was largely unaffected.

The red mist of blood around him churned.

Despite the dense barrage of lasers and explosives aimed at him, they could not penetrate his defenses and could only create ripples.

The Great Demon Khorne roared again, and its running speed increased considerably.

“Child of the cursed, your head belongs to me.”

When the Great Demon Khorne spoke, scorching sparks spewed from his mouth.

Guilliman didn't say anything.

He silently brandished the Emperor's Sword in his hand.

After slaying the few blood-draining demons in front of him, he faced the great demon.

Zheng! !

The demon's iron collided with the holy fire.

The resulting shockwave swept through the surrounding area, forcing weaker creatures to retreat and creating enough space for the Archmages and Primarchs to fight each other.

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Qin Yun fought at high altitude.

Those pure white wings allowed him to soar through the air.

A violent surge of psionic energy gathered around him, unleashing a power capable of destroying everything with every gesture.

With his terrifying psychic power, he fought his way through countless raging demons, allowing the Imperial fighters to enter the battlefield through the breach.

Fighter jets roared past, their weapons, including thermobaric cannons and laser arrays, firing continuously.

A torrent of bullets and scorching beams of light mingled, illuminating the dim, crimson sky.

The slain enraged demons continued to fall to the ground.

"saint."

A call made Qin Yun subconsciously look at the ground.

Guilliman, who was locked in a fierce battle with the Great Demon Khorne, was calling out to him.

"saint."

Guilliman called out once more, and Qin Yun responded to the Primarch.

Holding a scepter in one hand and the Blade of Judgment in the other, Qin Yun, like a vengeful angel wielding sin and punishment, swooped down from the sky to the ground, heading towards the great demon Khorne, who was an enemy of Guilliman.

The powerful imperial force suddenly erupted, like a golden sun rising, releasing an extremely dazzling brilliance.

On the battlefield, countless demons screamed and retreated in terror.

The Khorne archdemon, battling the Primarch, let out a painful cry.

"This is not a fair fight," the Great Demon protested.

"When have you ever talked about fairness?" Guilliman asked the other party mockingly.

Qin Yun condensed his spiritual energy into a spear and hurled it.

The dazzling spear pierced through the Great Demon's crimson shield in an instant.

Piercing through the other person's body

This caused the great demon to uncontrollably let out painful screams.

Guilliman seized the opportunity and charged forward, smashing a power punch covered in a shattering force field into the face of the Khorne monster.

Numerous broken wounds bloomed on the Great Demon's face.

Its massive body lost its balance and crashed onto the marble steps beside it, shattering them.

The Great Demon swung his long whip, which coiled around the Emperor's Sword.

The flames on the sword's blade shot up suddenly, releasing a wave of heat.

A buzzing sound emerged.

The whip turned red and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Great Demon seized the opportunity and charged forward, swinging its battle axe, wreathed in malevolent energy, and slashing down at the Primarch.

Guilliman ducked to avoid the enemy's battle axe.

He chose to abandon the Emperor's Sword.

They pounced on the demon, intending to defeat it in the most primal way.

The Khorne was also forced to abandon his whip and battle axe, retaliating against the Primarch in the same way.

The two continued to throw punches at each other.

Each strike was powerful and heavy, producing a dull thud.

Aleia stood at a distance, witnessing the battle between the Primarch and the Archmage.

She had never seen two such majestic and powerful beings fight each other in such a primitive and savage way.

The Primarch seized the opportunity and smashed it into the eye of the Great Demon Khorne, blasting one of its eyes apart.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qin Yun swooped down and plunged the Holy Judgment Blade in his hand into the opponent's chest.

The Great Demon Khorne let out a painful cry, flailing his thick hands wildly, but to no avail.

Guilliman seized the opportunity to grab the man by the neck and the gap in his brass armor.

With a sudden burst of strength, he lifted the heavy Khorne Demon.

He then delivered a powerful knee strike to his opponent.

The sound of spines snapping echoed across the battlefield, and the Great Demon let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Simply because he disgraced the god of war.

Countless Khorne demons watched this scene with surprise and shock.

In front of everyone, the Primarch broke the spine of the Blood God's favorite servant.

This is an insult to the Blood God, to that great demon.

The great demon let out a painful wail.

Guilliman tossed the broken-backed Khorne to the ground like a dead dog.

“Tell your master that Terra does not welcome him.”

Then, the Primarch raised one foot and stomped it down hard on the other's head.

The demon's head was then crushed by being stomped on.

The Primarch's impressive performance thrilled and excited the Imperial heroes.

"Praise be to you, my master, for bringing your own child to us."

Celestine prayed devoutly, as did the nuns behind her.

"Such immense power... is this the Primarch?"

Even Vodace, the Grand Instructor of the Grey Knights, was shocked.

That's a great demon!

If the Grey Knights are to deal with this, a series of weakening rituals must be performed first to suppress the opponent's power.

Only then, at a great cost, can they be driven back into the warp.

Primarch, however, relied on his own strength to defeat the Great Demon Khorne on the battlefield and even broke its spine.

He truly deserves to be called a mythical figure who fought alongside the emperor and laid the foundation for the empire; he is incredibly powerful.

"In the name of the Emperor, strike back!" Amaric shouted, raising his sword. "Drive out these filthy things!"

Other soldiers responded and launched a counterattack against the enemy.

"The Primarch is the Primarch, incredibly powerful."

"Did Grandpa Lan learn some moves from the Wolf King?"

"This great demon is probably crippled. Having its spine broken in public, even if it returns to the Blood King's Court, the Blood God will probably drive it out."

"........."

"Stop talking. Can't you see the morale of the Imperial army is rising? If we don't hurry, all the demons will be wiped out."

"Hunt down the demons first, or you'll get nothing."

When players discussed the Primarch's amazing performance,

The morale of the Imperial army soared, and they launched a counter-offensive against the Khorne demon army.

In order to rack up war points, players are putting in their best effort and launching even fiercer offensives against the enemy.

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"Kill!" The thirteenth prince held up a scepter in one hand and a giant spiked club in the other.

Oglin's body, coupled with his heavy armor,

At this point, the thirteenth prince was like a mobile heavy tank.

A blood-draining demon roared and charged towards the thirteenth prince's group.

The spiked club was swung with great force, causing the air to explode with a loud bang.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

The demon instantly exploded into pieces in mid-air.

Then, the thirteenth prince raised his scepter again, shouting, "Avada! Eat the melon!"

Several bright bolts of lightning appeared.

In an instant, it cleaved several nearby Khorne demons away, turning them into charred corpses.

"Defend the honor of Hogwarts, brothers, charge!"

The thirteenth brother shouted.

The players behind him all looked excited and charged forward with him.

After careful consideration, the thirteenth prince joined the Hogwarts Warband, a newly established group primarily composed of psionicists.

Now, he is also diligently racking up points for his team to improve their ranking.

Vordes, wielding a power halberd, slashed at the demons along the way.

When he saw the thirteenth brother unleash a psionic spell, his eyes widened instantly, his face filled with shock.

He didn't even care that the demon was lunging at him.

It was only thanks to his comrade's timely intervention that he was spared injury by using a shotgun to kill the demon.

"Grand Master, focus on the battle."

The Grey Knight beside him called out to Vordes, bringing him back to his senses.

Suppressing his shock, Vordes threw himself back into the battle against the demons.

As he slaughtered demons, he pondered how Oglin could unleash psionic magic.

After slashing a demon in two with the halberd that covered the energy field, Vodras looked at the Oglin again.