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

The conversion ritual involves using enough blood sacrifices to weaken the veil of the warp, thereby summoning the angels of the gods.

During this process, their warships will be blessed by the power of the Supreme Heaven, undergoing a metaphysical transformation and gaining stronger attack and defense capabilities.

“He’s not the Primarch, but he’s almost there,” Airo said.

"Do you think he's only active in the Calissis sector?"

Urs frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

Airo's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

"The Calissis Sector is just one of that guy's battlefields; it may be important, but it's definitely not the only one."

"During this period, he constantly used the power of the Corpse Emperor to travel across the galaxy and was active on various battlefields."

"They fought against the angels of the gods alongside the minions of the Corpse King, and won many victories."

"You have no chance of defeating him. Your talent is a joke in front of him."

The demons of the warp are now all telling the story of the Corpse King Saint and the Resurrected Primarch.

From the Great Rift, the Web, Luna, and finally Terra.

The opponent's amazing performance has already attracted the attention of the gods.

The Colin family has absolutely no chance of defeating their opponent, and they don't even deserve to be considered equal rivals.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Colin family is causing a ruckus and has a huge presence in the Calissis sector.

But in the entire Milky Way, it's just a tiny ripple.

Let alone the Primarchs, even a slightly stronger Astartes Chapter could easily crush them.

Urs tried to argue, opening his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a word.

He knew the other person was telling the truth.

His own talents were enough to boast about in the Calesis Sector.

If you put it in the Milky Way, it would be an insignificant ant, the kind that no one would remember.

At that moment, a rapid alarm sounded.

The edge of the Maltzian galaxy,

As space continued to warp, cracks appeared in the real universe.

The light of paradox spills out.

The Corpse King's fleet surged out from the warp, its scale immense.

The lead ship was even more magnificent, almost indistinguishable from the legendary Glory Queen-class warship.

The void fortress and artillery platforms locked onto the Imperial fleet and opened fire in unison.

Dense beams of light and projectiles instantly filled the entire void.

The impact struck the warship's void shield, creating ripples.

However, the Imperial fleet cleverly avoided the strongest areas of the defense system and instead launched an attack from the weakest points.

The information provided by the scalp played a crucial role at this moment.

The rebels' defense system was completely transparent to the Imperial commanders.

"Attack!" Urs shouted.

Under Urs's command, the battleship War Will began to turn.

The three battlecruisers beside it moved along with it.

There were also dozens of small destroyers and frigates in the vicinity.

"Defeat is inevitable."

Ailo looked out the porthole at the void and sighed softly.

The downfall of the Colin family was inevitable.

The only thing we can do now

The goal was to inflict as much damage as possible on that saint's army.

This buys more time for forces in other regions that are resisting the empire.

The transformation ritual is imperative; only in this way can we at least begin to contend with that Corpse Emperor Saint.

…………

The space battle was chaotic, filled with violent energy.

Occasionally, a blinding light, like a star exploding, would appear, extinguishing the flames of life in the blink of an eye.

War is so cruel; no matter how ambitious the dead were in life, death will come upon them equally.

Of course, this excludes players.

The aircraft deck of the Imperial Glory was bustling with activity.

Like a steel behemoth, the void fighter, exuding a powerful sense of oppression, lay prone on the deck.

May Om Messiah bless us.

May the God of Machines bless us, may the Force of Motion bless us.

The mechanical sage, holding an incense burner, prayed for the chosen ones' warplanes.

The mechanical priests then hurried to conduct a final inspection, testing the cannons on both sides of the wings.

The thick fuel pipes snaked across the ground like a giant black serpent.

One end is connected to the fuel truck, and the other end is connected to the fighter jet's fuel tank.

One heavy truck after another sped by.

The loaded weapons and ammunition were quickly unloaded by the industrial machine's robotic arm and loaded into the fighter jet.

"everything's ready."

The mechanical priest in charge of the maintenance sent a message that the maintenance was complete.

"Start the engine," Blood Pigeon commanded.

The fighter jets, lying prone on the catapult track, roared.

The engine inlet at the rear spewed out azure light.

"Strike, and slaughter in the name of the Emperor."

Once everything was ready, Blood Pigeon roared in the communication channel, encouraging his comrades in the warband.

Immediately afterwards, the mechanical arm restraining the fighter jet automatically extended.

The powerful engine reached its peak instantly, emitting a dazzling burst of light.

The massive machine burst off the runway like a falcon and entered the vast, boundless void.

"Let the enemy feel the fear brought by the Eagle Soaring Sky Battle Group!"

"We are the Emperor's Sword, the embodiment of His wrath!" Blood Dove shouted.

"Charge!" shouted the healer, who was serving as the second-in-command of the battle group.

"Kill!"

"Blood Sacrifice Throne."

"For the Ohm Messiah."

"For a new world, for the people."

"For Tifa, the queen of the 3D zone."

"........."

The players of the Eagle Soaring Nine Heavens battle group were incredibly excited, cheering for the start of the battle.

His expression was excited and agitated, showing no fear of death, only a desire to kill.

A certain entity in the warp frequently cast glances his way, but unfortunately, the Chosen Ones belong to the Emperor.

…………

The fighter jet burst out of the void, which had now transformed into a deadly killing field, filled with lasers and bullets.

A laser beam shot out.

With a sharp reaction speed,

Blood Pigeon maneuvered his fighter jet and performed a roll to dodge the attack.

"You little punk, with this level of skill, you can't beat me."

The level 14 Blood Pigeon possesses multiple support skills.

Skills such as Soul Soothing, Soul Delight, Bullet Time, and Battlefield Intuition.

These skills allowed him to fly the fighter jet with ease, as if he had completely merged with the aircraft beneath him.

From the moment you sit in the fighter jet and establish a neural connection, you have already achieved human-machine integration.

The fighter jets became an extension of the flesh and blood of players like Blood Pigeon.

Data from each sensor is transmitted through neural cables and passes through their minds, allowing them to clearly perceive the entire battlefield.

None of the players in the Eagle Soaring Nine Heavens Legion accepted the Astartes enhancement.

Because the physiology of the Astartes is designed for close combat,

In many cases, aerial combat or long-range operations do not require those physiological functions.

Instead, it requires keen judgment and exceptional neural reflexes.

When players like Blood Pigeon changed their classes, they received targeted blessings, just like Little Fatty and others.

This allows them to better control fighter jets, and even all flying vehicles.

As for participating in ground battles, they usually wear exoskeleton armor to compensate for their physical weaknesses.

"Brothers, lock onto those enemy ships whose Void Shields are on the verge of collapse, and reap their kills! The MVP is ours!"

Blood Pigeon shouted over the communicator, "For the Emperor..."

I haven't finished speaking yet,

Two more beams of light came.

Blood Pigeon dodged thanks to its astonishing reaction speed.

However, the next second, another beam of light pierced through the fighter jet's belly, and the machine's soul let out a mournful cry.

Immediately afterwards, the loaded ammunition was detonated, and the terrifying explosion instantly engulfed the fuselage.

"Damn it..."

Blood Pigeon shouted before being completely engulfed by the explosion.

Battlefield requires not only strength, but also luck.

The void was filled with beams of light and projectiles; no matter how skilled one was, they could still be defeated and sink to the ground.

Today, Blood Pigeon's luck is clearly not very good.

He logged off before he could get a kill.

…………

"The light spear is fully charged."

"Aim for the launch of War Will."

"The Terra Glory on the flank has been damaged and has fallen behind."

"Ignore it."

"Warning, we are being targeted by multiple targets."

"........."