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

[Two-handed sword skill upgraded to Hall of Fame level]

"Has it finally reached the Hall of Fame level?"

Zhan Shuai's lips curled into a slight smile.

Then his head drooped down, and he stopped breathing.

But with the help of his hands gripping the sword hilt, he remained standing steadily.

Lion Fang looked down at the sword that had pierced his chest.

His scarlet eyes revealed disbelief.

clang! !

The battle axe in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The battle ended there, with both men perishing together.

An eerie silence fell over the battlefield as the numerous orcs watching exchanged bewildered glances.

Then, in unison, they roared, brandished their weapons, and began to fight.

The eldest brother is dead.

The strongest, most awesome kid will become the new boss.

"Boss!!"

The little devil that had been kicked away earlier bypassed the fighting orcs.

He ran in front of the lion's teeth and pushed the shrimp's corpse aside.

The farting demon gripped the sword hilt with both hands and used all its strength to pull the greatsword out of the lion's tooth.

Just then, a fighting orc boy stepped on the fart spirit's toes.

The heavy iron boots crushed his toes to pieces.

The excruciating pain made the fart-like creature cry and howl.

"My boss!!"

"How could he die?!"

…………

Liontooth's death caused the green-skinned orcs of Wandering Harbor to abandon their pursuit of Shrimp's fleet.

They turned to fighting each other for the position of leader, their brains flying out in the process.

Having completed its cover mission, Da Hai successfully led the remaining ships away from Manyou Port.

After a brief rest and replenishment of supplies at a port under imperial control,

They proceeded to the Malz world to assemble as ordered.

Instead of taking advantage of the opportunity to expand, the greenskins who seized Roaming Harbor were fighting amongst themselves.

They will not continue their attack until a new leader is elected.

Upon learning of this, Falkrey, a master of skill, grabbed a large gun and entered the Wandering Harbor.

After taking down several idiots, he dragged Lion Fang's corpse back to the workshop.

Disassemble the other party like taking apart parts.

"My heart was knocked out, and I was thinking of finding something else to replace it."

Frick rummaged through his collection of junk.

Soon, he found a special collectible.

A metallic sphere covered with special runes.

Inside, a hazy glow flowed, like a galaxy of stars.

This is loot I got from fighting another group of greenskins in Colonus.

It has patterns similar to those in bean sprout script, but is more complex and obscure.

Frick couldn't understand the meaning of these symbols, but he thought he could use them on the lion's teeth.

After examining the metal sphere in his hand, Frick began to work.

He removed the lion's shattered heart and inserted the metal sphere he had on hand into it.

After several days and nights,

The master strategist, Frick, finished his job.

A metal sphere replaced the lion's heart, and more metal prosthetics were installed on its head and body.

It looks more powerful, bigger, and more WAAAGH.

After completing the repairs, Frick connected a fist-thick cable to Lion Fang's body, preparing to revive him with an electric shock.

Frick turned to look at the asshole who had been watching him perform the surgery.

"Gorglock, go and turn on the power switch."

Garglock dared not oppose the Great Machine King, and could only obediently do his job.

He lifted his short legs and walked toward the power switch the other person had mentioned.

The power switch was enormous, larger than Garglock's body, and was embedded in a wall covered with metal patches.

He had to jump up and use all his strength to pull it.

boom!

The moment the switch was touched, a thick current shot out, sending Garglock flying. By the time he landed, he was already charred and dead.

A terrifying electric current surged into Lion Fang's body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

The next second, Lion Fang opened his tightly closed eyes.

Those eyes were initially emerald green,

Then it turned scarlet.

Lion Fang, who should have died, was pulled back from the great green tide.

"Garglock".

Lion Fang emitted a deep growl, searching for its fart spirit.

He was thinking of grabbing the other person and then kicking them away.

…………

Reality: Warhammer herds of cattle and horses.

Second Empire War General: "Hahaha, hahahaha, hahaha, it's done, it's done!"

He kissed Nagou's chubby face wildly: "Another one gone mad? Take him away and put him in the same hospital as the thirteenth prince."

Guilliman is my sun: "You dragged me into this? Damn it..."

One night, he output Slaanesh ten times: "The Dao of Sitting in Oblivion is becoming increasingly rampant, suspected to be an invasion by evil spirits. I request the deployment of the Tribunal."

A twisted person using a twisted hammer: "Sorry, there's no Tribunal. How about the Dragon Group?"

"I am Long Aotian, Dragon Group No. 00. Please enlighten me."

"Here's some turtle soup for you: @Second Empire War General, what happened? You seem so happy."

Second Empire Warmaster: "I have achieved the first Hall of Fame skill in the game."

One night of Slaanesh output ten times: "…………"

A twisted person needs a twisted hammer: "…………"

Desert Lone Smoke: "…………"

Director Qi, who only wanted to improve, asked: "What? A top-tier skill?"

Erlonghu's top dog: "Upstairs, keep your formation!!"

You sneaky bastard! I can tell you're not human at first glance: "Too bad, the game doesn't have an achievement system."

Second Empire War General: "That's true! When will the official team release an achievement system?! As the first player to possess a Hall of Fame skill, I don't have any achievements and can't enter the Hall of Fame??"

To wrestle with Khorne: "I'll release it when I get the 'Defeat Angron' achievement."

Zhua Genbao was also chosen by God: "Then I guess I can forget about it for the rest of my life."

To challenge Khorne: "You look down on me? You think I've never been able to beat Angron? I'll give you a chance to rephrase your words and repeat them again."

Zhua Genbao was also chosen by God to retract his statement.

Dragonborn is also a chosen one: "Defeating Angron is a dream come true for me."

To wrestle with Khorne: "Damn... is this how you rephrase your words??"

Dragonborn is also a chosen one: "I can't lie and go against my conscience. Have you forgotten how you fought Angron last time, got instantly killed, and then got whipped for more than ten rounds?"

"........."

…………

The vast and boundless subspace.

The magnificent fleet, led by the Imperial Glory, is navigating through a subspace storm toward the Maltz system.

While analyzing the battlefield situation from the bridge, Qin Yun would also take some time to peek into group chats and forums.

By browsing through players' chats and posts, can you find any important information that the newbies might have overlooked?

The chat messages from the Warhammer Minotaur herd were rapidly flooding the screen.

Seeing the players discussing the achievement system, Qin Yun stroked his chin, considering whether or not to introduce an achievement system.

The achievement system is an important mechanism in games, which can encourage players to constantly challenge themselves and enjoy the fun and sense of accomplishment that the game brings.

"That sounds interesting. Let's create an achievement system and let them take on challenges."

"Create an achievement for Stealing the Treasury of the Endless One - Talazin, which requires obtaining a valuable item from the treasury of the Necromancer of Space."

"Breaking through the Primarch's defenses is an achievement in itself."

"Give the mummified emperor some oil and wax for maintenance?"

"Participate in the rescue of Calgary, and serve as a stretcher bearer for the ICU's God of War!!"

"........."

After careful consideration, Qin Yun decided to introduce the achievement system in the 5.0 version update.

Those quirky achievements will definitely motivate players to work harder and willingly become their slaves.

At that moment, sirens blared throughout the warship.

The watchtower clock hanging from the deck dome emitted a somber chime.

The first chime was awe-inspiring.

"We have arrived at our destination and are about to leap into the physical universe."

The Celestial Lord shouted from his high platform.

The sound was transmitted to various departments through the intercom in front of them.

The servo skulls that whistled through the air carried the voice of the Celestial Chief and songs praising the Divine Emperor throughout the entire ship.

A group of mechanical priests sang in unison using binary code.

"Praise be to Om Messiah, praise be to the god of all machines..."

The swaying clock rose to its highest point, hovered for a moment, and then began to fall.

The hammer struck the bell wall due to inertia, and the resounding bell rang out again.

"After the countdown ends, all warships will shut down their subspace engines and follow the Imperial Glory into the physical universe."

"To reiterate, all warships will shut down their subspace engines after the countdown ends and follow the Imperial Glory into the physical universe."

A fleet liaison officer sent a message to the other warships.