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

Although they didn't achieve a decisive victory, Nivea was still grateful to the unnamed Glory Queen-class ship.

"Thank you for your assistance. On behalf of the children of angels, I welcome you to Baal."

She initiated a communication with the other party to express her gratitude.

Communication is established, projector is turned on.

An angel wearing golden armor, a weeping mask, a longsword and a staff, and with pure white wings appeared in the projection.

A grateful Nivea's eyes widened.

I can't believe what I'm seeing.

“This is all we should do,” the angel in the projection spoke. “No one would stand idly by while the Emperor’s loyal servants are sacrificed in vain.”

“Saint Gilles?” Nivia stammered.

“I am the saint of the God-Emperor, not Saint Gilles.”

Qin Yun spoke humbly, but Nivia wouldn't listen to his explanation.

The female captain was overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down her face.

"Have you returned to save us, Lord Baal, our King of Angels?"

Those on the bridge who saw Qin Yun on the projection screen were all visibly shocked.

"Saint-Gilles has returned."

A crew member shouted,

Immediately afterwards, all the crew members cheered.

"Saint-Gilles has returned."

"He's back. He's back to save Baal."

"The Lord of Angels, it is the Lord of Angels."

"........."

Standing on the bridge of the Imperial Glory, Qin Yun wore a helpless expression.

There's nothing I can do; the equipment the Emperor provides is just too...unfortunate.

He's become Saint Gilles 2.0.

Not to mention these people, even the casual players are convinced that he is the new Saint Gilles created by the Emperor.

When Qin Yun's image was transmitted to other ships,

This immediately brought tears to the eyes of the angelic offspring who had been in despair, filling them with immense joy, and they all proclaimed that Saint Gilles had returned.

The reinforcement fleet gave the angel fleet, which was on the verge of defeat, a chance to breathe.

The Angelic Offspring watched in astonishment as the human ships joined the battle, using their superior firepower to wipe out the massive Tyranid swarm.

Especially the flagship, the Glory Queen-class, no biological ship could stop it.

They charged headlong into the air, tearing a path through the Tyranid swarm.

Under Xia's command, the Imperial Glory specifically targeted key ships.

Each kill throws the Zerg fleet into brief chaos, making it easier for Imperial warships to reap the rewards.

As Imperial Glory gradually gained the upper hand, Qin Yun immediately ordered the execution of an airborne tactic to rescue the angelic offspring of Baal.

…………

Baal,

surface.

The battle has reached its most brutal stage.

With the help of the Cursed Legion, they charged towards the Swarm Tyrant that had descended upon Baal's home planet.

The Swarm Tyrant possesses an exaggerated size and sharp limbs.

Standing on its bent-back legs, it is even taller than fearlessness.

Red spores were ejected from the chimney-like biological structure on its back.

Four matching spirit bone swords were attached to his arm, their ends heavy and cruel, like those of a reaper.

Dante and the Swarm Tyrant clashed, both giving their all in an attempt to kill the other.

After severing his opponent's arm with his battle axe, Dante was thrown into the air and crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Dante's helmet alarm went off, and his armor was damaged in several places.

The flight backpack on its back even had red rune warnings.

"I'm going to die."

A thought crossed Dante's mind.

After he got up, he looked around.

All the angelic offspring have gone mad, consumed by endless rage and a thirst for blood.

They howled as they fought their final, desperate battle.

Dante gave a bitter smile as he recited his vow.

"I am the Lord of Blood, and everything I do is for the purpose of creating my existence."

"I crave neither glory nor redemption; fighting is my mission, and sacrifice is my duty."

"For the angels, for the emperor."

Dante kept his eyes fixed on the Hive Tyrant, planning a final attack, a fight to the death.

At that moment, a voice appeared on the main planet of Baal, very faint.

At first, it sounded like withered leaves fluttering in a gentle breeze, the soft rustling sound underfoot.

For example, a beetle flapping its dry elytra sounds like a buzzing moth.

They hovered around him, repeating the same pattern over and over again.

As time went by, the voice gradually grew louder.

Like surging, endless waves; like a magnificent, erupting volcano; like the pulse of the stars; like the roar of the gods.

Everything was so shocking and astonishing.

he came!

A voice was chanted repeatedly.

It was sung by millions of people and called upon by countless wills.

he came.

Redemption and hope have arrived.

Driven by endless rage, the blood angels instinctively looked up at the sky.

The madness in his eyes vanished, and his lost reason returned.

As if a wondrous magic had been cast upon them, the black fury that had driven people mad vanished.

They saw airdrop pods and transport ships streaking across the sky, as well as an angel shrouded in light.

The angel soared with outstretched wings, like a real golden sun.

Exhausted, Dante wore a complex expression of shock and confusion.

He reached out his hand toward the sky, as if trying to grasp that illusory salvation.

"Is that you? My father?"

PS: Angels and Kabanda

Chapter 171 The Power of the Guide

[The Halo of Rationality]

【fanaticism】

[Imperial Radiance]

【bless】

【roar】

【pray】

【………】

Qin Yun soared through the sky.

Numerous skills were unleashed at his command.

A rich radiance burst forth from his majestic body, transforming him into the sun.

Golden rain of light poured down, covering the entire sky.

It landed on the angelic offspring who were locked in a bloody battle with the Tyranid creatures on the surface of the earth.

Pull them back from their frenzied rage and thirst, heal their bleeding wounds, and restore their weary bodies.

The damaged armor was restored to its original state by a strange power.

The nearly depleted energy source was replenished once again.

Even the bullets in his explosive gun inexplicably returned.

As a priest, O'Damail looked up at the figure, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"He's back, he's really back, with the Emperor's blessing and power, he's returned to our side once more."

"For Saint Gilles."

"For Saint Gilles."

The other angelic offspring who were fighting also shouted, their enthusiasm reaching fever pitch.

Every descendant of the Holy Blood who was once engulfed in endless black rage witnessed in a vision how Horus killed Saint Gilles.

That indescribable pain tormented them for a full ten thousand years.

Now, this pain has been cured.

This is because Saint Gilles returned to the side of the Bloodline Child.

The angelic offspring, who had thought they were doomed in this battle, saw a glimmer of hope for victory.

Although the details of the matter are unknown,

But it's clear they received support.

Victory will belong to them, to Saint Gilles, to the Emperor.

Roar!

The distant Hive Tyrant roared, drawing Dante's attention back.

This made the Lord of Blood realize that now was not the time to celebrate the return of Saint Gilles.

"Okay, I almost forgot about you."

Dante swept away his previous despair and pessimism.

He broke free from the rage and thirst for blood, and regained control of his body and the battle.

He began issuing orders over the communications channel, instructing his soldiers to assemble, minimize casualties, and await reinforcements.

After receiving the blessing, Dante's previously damaged armor was restored to its original state.

The scarlet warning disappeared.

Instead, a message appeared indicating that everything was normal.

Dante charged toward the Tyrant of Tyranny.