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

This is the power armor that Sanguis once used. It is said to have been created by the Emperor himself and was custom-made for the Primarch, allowing the Primarch to be fully protected while still being able to move freely—including flying.

"Fly like a noble archangel in the name of freedom and redemption."

"You have wings now, so go and tear off that idiot Angron's Butcher's Nail, and smash his dog head in, just like the archangel did ten thousand years ago."

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"Glory of Kings?"

"Is this the power armor used by Sanguis during the Great Crusade?"

Qin Yun showed a look of surprise.

Seriously, shouldn't the Holy Blood Angels be treasuring this kind of thing like a precious gem?

How did it end up in the hands of the emperor?

And it was given to me as a reward?

Qin Yun thought about it carefully for a while.

Well, he really couldn't understand why the Emperor would entrust this power armor to him.

Qin Yun inspected the box and discovered that the box containing the power armor was itself a portable mobile armory.

It allows him to change clothes on his own without the need for industrial servitors.

Qin Yun issued a command to it, requesting that it replace its power armor.

Good gear should definitely be put on immediately.

+++ instruction received +++

+++Praise the Messiah, all glory to Him+++

As the box emitted a prayer-like sound, the extended mechanical tentacles quickly began to move.

The mechanical tentacles first dismantled the power armor Qin Yun was wearing.

With a beeping sound, the mechanical tentacles removed the hand armor piece by piece, and then took out the studs used to fix the breastplate and backplate.

Qin Yun's upper body armor was quickly removed entirely by the mechanical tentacles.

His muscular body was revealed beneath the black bodysuit.

The surface of the bodysuit was marked with inactive silver circuitry.

The circuit presents a complex spiral pattern, converging at multiple metal ports embedded in Qin Yun's body.

The metal port is a neural interface used to connect to the power armor, equivalent to the black shell on Astartes.

The studs of the lower body armor were also removed one by one.

The heavy armor was dismantled piece by piece by mechanical tentacles and placed aside.

The last piece of equipment to be removed was Power Boots.

With a hissing sound from the hydraulic hoses, the boot's locking mechanism opened.

Qin Yun stepped back, standing barefoot on the cold marble floor.

When disassembling power armor, you work from top to bottom, while when putting it on, you work from bottom to top.

The mechanical tentacles took a pair of golden boots out of the box and placed them in front of Qin Yun.

As soon as he stepped on, the boots clung tightly to his feet and closed automatically.

The nerve probe pierced through the metal port, causing Qin Yun a slight pain.

Next came the greaves, which were divided into different parts.

Amid a series of binary prayers, the armor on the legs and hips was quickly installed.

Several diagnostic probes were inserted into the joints of the armor.

Check the various functions of the power armor.

Only after confirming that everything is normal can we continue with the next steps.

The back and chest armor were lifted by mechanical tentacles and brought to Qin Yun.

The back armor was divided into three sections, with a gap in the middle for the wings, so that Qin Yun could flap his wings and fly.

With a bang, the front and rear armor plates locked together and were aligned for installation.

With the mechanical arm holding it in place, the armor clung tightly to Qin Yun's body.

Four more mechanical tentacles extend out and tighten the studs used for fixing.

Finally, the hand armor, which was also divided into several parts.

The internal joints are connected using a splicing method to ensure free movement of the arm.

At the same time, a layer of movable armor is applied to the outside to protect the vulnerable parts of the joints.

After fully equipping himself with the 'King's Glory' power armor, Qin Yun examined himself in front of the giant mirror.

Okay, now it's more like Saint Gillespie.

"I have a bad feeling about this. Are they trying to use me to lure those four perverts in the subspace?"

Qin Yun looked at herself in the mirror.

Nowadays, only the face and hair don't look the same.

Saint Gilles was a tiny bit more handsome than him.

The Primarch's hair was blonde, while his own was black.

The remaining differences in height, size, wings, etc., are not significant.

It can be said to be the Qin Yun branch of Saint Gillespie.

"I just don't understand the Emperor! I hope there aren't any plot holes!!"

Qin Yun admired his own heroic posture once more.

Then, he took out his weapon.

Holding the Blade of Judgment in one hand and a Power Spear in the other, he cosplays as Saint Gilles in front of the Lions Gate.

"It's missing a mask, it's missing a halo, and most importantly, it's missing a head."

Qin Yun noticed some shortcomings and spoke with regret.

If he wore the weeping mask and the iron halo, he would be indistinguishable from the real Saint Gilles.

After admiring his own heroic posture, Qin Yun

He then ordered his servant to put away his original power armor.

He originally intended to auction it off.

But considering how different my current size is from that of the younger players, I gave up on the idea.

Even if someone buys it, they will most likely not use it, which is a huge waste.

"When the time comes, we'll smash the old armor and sell the fragments. Players can then integrate these fragments into their new armor or vehicles to increase their attributes."

Qin Yun had a flash of inspiration and came up with a feasible plan.

His armor is already a relic, capable of inflicting special damage on demons and resisting the evil forces of the warp.

If integrated into other armors, it would certainly improve the quality of those armors.

"It's like they're selling fragments as enhancement stones!!"

Qin Yun muttered to himself as he walked out of the prayer sanctuary.

Players along the way who saw Qin Yun all showed expressions of surprise.

The golden power armor worn by the guide is more visually striking and artistically beautiful than the previous one.

At first glance, it immediately catches the eye.

"Sanguinius?"

"Good heavens! Could the guide be the reincarnation of Saint Gilles?!"

"There shouldn't be any reincarnation, right? Saint Gilles' soul was shattered. Most of it was even eaten by the Four Gods. How could he be reincarnated? Unless he could expel everything the Four Gods had eaten."

"The Four Gods aren't ordinary people. How could they eat them? They probably just took a fragment of Saint Gilles' soul. Just like Slaanesh took the souls of the Eldar. As long as you're cunning and clever enough, you can get it back."

"Enough talk, immediately send troops to attack the gods and fight for Saint Gilles."

"Forget about it. The Guide is definitely the Emperor's version of Sanguis 2.0, stronger, bigger, and more awesome. The original Sanguis has definitely been abandoned."

"Why does your speech sound like that of a greenhorn? You must be a heretic. Open your mouth now and eat my explosive gun."

"roll."

"I refuse to roll; I'll crawl in the dark and twisted."

"Damn Cthulhu heretics, accept the judgment of the Emperor's Light."

"Let's have a duel, in the name of honor."

"Behold my limited edition Blue-Eyes White Dragon, and feel the power of the gods."

"........."

Qin Yun remained expressionless, but inwardly he felt utterly helpless.

Ignore the outrageous and nonsensical statements of these young players.

He made his way to the bridge of the USS Imperial Glory.

The veteran, Wu Mou, and several other players who followed the mechanical path were currently on the bridge.

They gathered around the control panel, using Xiling's computing power to perform simulations of the lunar landing vehicle.

Upon seeing the simulated Tiangong spacecraft, Qin Yun's lips twitched slightly.

These guys, are they bringing their work into the game?

Some time ago, Qin Yun heard that Lao Niao and Wu Mou had left their original alliance and established the 'Dongda Research Institute'.

This 'University of Tokyo Research Institute' is the institution where they actually work.

They even slack off on work while playing games. These damned lazybones should all be executed a hundred times with light spears.

Qin Yun thought to himself, "This is what I'm complaining about."

"Guide."

"Guide."

Seeing Qin Yun approach, the players bowed to him and hid the Tiangong simulation interface in the background.

Qin Yun didn't expose them, but instead changed the subject and inquired about the Imperial Glory.

"The current supplies and ammunition have been delivered to the warehouse, and all systems are operating stably and are ready to be deployed at any time."

“Keep it up,” Qin Yun said. “Given the current situation, we will soon be engaged in a large-scale decisive battle with the traitors led by the Colin family.”

"Understood," the veteran replied, straightening his back.

"........."

We just finished discussing the situation of the Imperial Glory.

A golden light screen appeared in front of Qin Yun.

[Limited Time Mission: Assist the Blood Angels Chapter in resisting the Leviathan Fleet

The Hive Mind covets the Blood Angels, who possess a special genetic sequence.

It sent the Leviathan fleet to destroy the Blood Angels' homeworld in order to obtain this special genetic sequence.

Phase 1: Assist the Blood Angels' Chapter Master Dante in defending the Hades System (mission has expired and is invalid)

Phase 2: Assist the fleet to delay the Zerg fleet in the void (mission has expired and is invalid)

Phase Three: Assist the Blood Angels and their numerous sub-groups in resisting the Tyranids on the surface of Baal (In progress, available for acceptance).

1: Assist Mephisto in organizing the Kabanda's arrival in Baal (Mission expired and invalid; Kabanda has already arrived on Baal's satellite, Prim).

2: Assist Dante in holding the first line of defense (Mission failed, Dante has lost the first line of defense).