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

The projection screen flickered, and the icons of warships changed from red to green, indicating that they had received the message.

Qin Yun stood on the bridge, his gaze fixed on the armored shields covering the portholes, as if his gaze could pierce the tides of the heavens.

Once everything was ready, he ordered the ship's communications system to be turned on.

"Another war is coming, my brave compatriots. On the other side of the curtain, heretics and traitors are gathering, and our purpose here is to unleash the Emperor's wrath upon them."

"They are bowing down to an ancient enemy, but they will soon realize that it was an extremely foolish decision."

"We are the Emperor's sword, His wrathful angels, and our enemies tremble at our arrival."

"The great revival of humanity will begin in our hands, and the empire will last forever."

"Many may sacrifice themselves for this great goal, but do not be afraid, the throne of the emperor welcomes all who are loyal."

"Load all macro cannons, increase reactor output to maximum, and activate the physical space engine. Enter the material realm in a state of combat readiness."

"We will fight to the bitter end until the enemy is completely defeated."

The speech ended, and cheers erupted.

"Master, that was a really good speech." Xiling, standing behind Qin Yun, looked at him.

"Are you praising this speech because the last one wasn't good enough?" Qin Yun retorted jokingly.

"Ah! No, no." Xiling said somewhat flusteredly, "Master's speeches are always so wonderful."

"Still so easily amused." Qin Yun laughed, then turned his gaze back to the battlefield projection. "Xiling, prepare for the slaughter."

Xiling nodded. "Understood, Master. Watch me beat those bad guys to a pulp."

"........."

The clock struck, the ship groaned, and the entire deck trembled.

The crew on the bridge walked back to the fixed impact platform and lowered their safety belts.

The soldiers inside the cabin strapped themselves to their beds.

Staff with the relevant equipment used magnetic locks to secure themselves in place.

As the countdown ended, the ship's tremors became increasingly violent.

People's vision becomes blurred, the outlines of those around them appear double, and everyone is shrouded in another blurry film, separating reality from unreality.

"...Three, two, one! Countdown is over. Now move in. Activate the physical space engine. All personnel, prepare for battle."

With a loud wail, the Imperial Glory departed from the warp and entered the material world.

Only the navigator clearly saw the entire process; others could only perceive it through the ship's tremors.

"The migration was successful," said a wise man from the Mechanic Order. "All ships have safely departed the High Heavens. Praise be to Om Messiah, praise be to the Omniknight."

"Raise the shields, begin the battle," Qin Yun ordered.

PS: This is a star map of the Calicius sector, provided by tabletop role-playing enthusiast Arandis.

Chapter 151 Defeat is decided

The vast and silent void,

Hundreds of war fortresses and weapon platforms float in the air.

They are enormous, resembling magnificent giant cities.

Anti-ship mines were scattered around them.

They form a series of deadly death traps.

The bird-shaped divination instrument scanned the void incessantly.

The slightest disturbance would attract the close attention of the command personnel.

The magnificent guns and missiles will also turn and lock onto unusual targets.

They were so badly beaten by the loyalists of the empire led by Qin Yun that they were on edge and seeing threats everywhere.

Between war fortresses

The battleship War Will is on patrol with a large fleet.

Commander-in-Chief Urs Collin sat on the throne on the bridge.

Like a dutiful king inspecting his kingdom.

The defeat at the Battle of Las was a huge blow to his reputation and drew criticism from others.

Fortunately, his family did not blame him.

Instead, he reorganized a new fleet and put it under his command.

On the one hand, it is an acknowledgment of his military talent.

On the other hand, it was also to ensure the Colin family's right to speak.

If Urs is marginalized and forced to relinquish his military power,

This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Colin family.

In the anti-imperial alliance, there is no morality or ethics, only the most primitive laws.

Whoever has the bigger fist holds the power of discourse.

"In the name of the god of fate, do not fail again, Urs."

"Even if we can't win, we must hold onto what we have."

Before leaving the Colin family's residence,

Chief Fred Collin solemnly told Urs.

"The galaxy ultimately belongs to the gods, and the Corpse Emperor's empire will eventually perish."

"The angels who weave destiny have shown me that the Calesis Sector will soon descend into chaos."

"The Corpse King's minions will be dragged into the quagmire of war until they bleed to death. All we have to do is deliver the final blow to the enemy."

"No matter the cost, I will protect the world of Malz," Urs assured the chieftain.

Data flowed in along the cables connecting to the spine.

Let Urs snap out of his reverie.

"Is there anything unusual?" Urs asked the fortune teller beside him.

"The airspace is normal, and no enemies have been detected."

The fortune teller with the metallic face answered.

“Continue the observation,” Urs said.

"No matter what happens, report it immediately. Those Corpse King's minions are extremely cunning, and no one knows how they will launch an attack."

“Understood,” the fortune teller replied.

"........."

Urs looked at the tactical projection hovering beside the captain's throne.

It displays all the information about the airspace and reports from other ships.

Everything is normal; there are no enemies.

Urs withdrew his gaze, and couldn't help but reminisce about the time when the rebellion had just begun.

That period was the happiest and most glorious time for him.

They advanced with unstoppable momentum, routing the imperial loyalists step by step.

Those planets that dared to resist were burned to ashes.

Everything was looted and burned.

The bodies of the die-hard loyalists hung in the ruins left by the war.

The Corpse King's people were enslaved, and he did whatever he pleased.

No one could stop them, and no one was their match.

But ever since this Sage, the Corpse King, appeared, everything has changed.

One unfortunate thing after another happened.

First, they suffered a setback in the world of Atomma, and then the world of Sintira, which they had finally managed to control, was reclaimed by the enemy.

Lieutenant General Petre Redch, who led a fleet to provide support, was defeated by the Imperial loyalists.

These battles restored the morale of the Corpse King's loyalists, who had been devastated, and they launched frequent counterattacks.

Las Vegas forged World War I.

The Corpse Emperor Saint's overwhelming victory shattered their morale.

The previously favorable situation was thus reversed.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't stop the collapse of the battle and could only gather their superior forces and retreat to Malz.

Footsteps came from the side, and Airo and several wizards walked over.

They wore masks from the 'Sawtooth Question Mark' organization.

Airo bowed to Urs, straightened up, and said, "We sensed fluctuations in the warp; the servants of the Corpse King are about to arrive."

The jagged question mark is an extremely special and ancient organization.

Rumor has it that they were already active in the Calicis sector before the human empire even set foot there.

No one knows the true identity of the person in charge of this organization; people call him the Faceless One.

The jagged question mark champions science and rationality.

Members who join this organization are usually told that the Emperor is just a powerful psionicist, not a god.

They would use various methods to prove to new members that the emperor was not a god, thereby erasing the superstition that the empire was trying to instill.

It also allows and encourages members to use various technological devices.

Make it clear to them not to 'appease the machine's spirit' in any way, because such a thing doesn't exist.

Members who join will also be informed of the existence of chaos and demons.

However, they are usually described as 'powerful extradimensional aliens' or special creatures living in subspace.

The concept of the jagged question mark is very seductive.

Their brainwashing members are spread throughout the entire galaxy.

They even have people within the empire.

The court had repeatedly cracked down on this organization, but it was like the mythical Hydra.

If you cut off one head, two more will grow back, and life will continue endlessly.

Members who do not enter the empire usually join various organizations that resist it.

They firmly believed that empires were a cancer on human civilization, and only by uprooting them could human civilization be reborn.

After the Colin family's betrayal, members of this organization quickly approached them, offering them various ancient knowledge and techniques.

"I am ready to face them. This time, I will definitely not lose."

Urs looked at Airo, his tone firm.

"Any preparations are meaningless to that Corpse Emperor Saint; we cannot defeat a Primarch."

"Millions of slaves are ready for the conversion ceremony, which will begin soon."

Airo spoke calmly, not optimistic about Urs's determination.

He was just there to relay information about the conversion ritual.

“The Corpse King didn’t create that many sons,” Urs retorted.

"As long as our opponents are still mortal beings, we have a chance to win."

"The transformation ritual is irreversible. Once the transformation begins, there's really no going back. Don't you really want to reconsider?"