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

What they need to offer are contribution points, honor points, faith points, and a relic that no one uses anymore, all exchanged for Throne Coins.

Originally, if things had only gone this far, O'Damail wouldn't have been so moved.

But he was shocked when he learned that these chosen ones were working hard to complete tasks and accumulate contribution points to buy equipment in order to better serve the emperor.

What unwavering loyalty!

O'Damail knew he couldn't possibly do a mercenary job without resentment, having to earn money to buy equipment and then pledge allegiance to the Emperor.

And these chosen ones did just that; they were even quite happy about it.

Loyalty needs no further explanation.

………………

Bar,

A desolate mountain range,

People are rare here; there are only desolate deserts and bare, rocky peaks.

Not far from here, there was a small town, but it was deserted.

They must have been moved to Angel Castle or another safe zone before the war started.

The roar of a gunboat's engine shattered the silence of this desolate area.

After the players of the Imperial Bull and Horse Warband and other warbands divided up the Tyranid creatures, they began to excavate Baal's ruins, preparing to make a fortune from tomb raiding.

Jujiro, under the guise of inspection, entered the library of the Holy Blood Angels and found many ancient books inside.

Now, all they have to do is search for the clues provided in the ancient books one by one.

"To find the dragon and divide the gold, look at the winding mountains. Each winding mountain is a barrier. If there are eight dangerous barriers, then kings and nobles must be buried here."

The man with the twisted mouth kept muttering to himself.

Zhan Shuai couldn't stand it any longer and slapped the other person on the back of the head.

"Damn it, do you think this is grave robbing?"

The awkward man turned around and looked at Zhan Shuai with a shocked expression.

"Aren't we tomb raiding? Who knows, maybe there's a necromantic dynasty beneath Baal?"

The old man rolled his eyes. "What, did the Necromancer Dynasty consult a feng shui master before choosing a burial site?"

The awkward man said, "Maybe they just like this kind of thing. I also studied Ghost Blows Out the Light and Tomb Raider Notes systematically for a few years. I'm a pro at tomb raiding and excavating relics."

"Listen to me later, and I guarantee you'll leave with a full load."

"Forget it, listening to your half-baked feng shui is no better than learning numerology," Jujiro joked.

"Damn traitor! Feng shui is an important means for humans to understand the warp. How can you use that idiot Mortalian's work to smear it?" the twisted man shouted.

"........."

The Barts have had multiple ethnic groups.

Humans are the closest to the present.

When the first colonists arrived, Baal was deserted, with only a large number of alien buildings remaining.

The colonists destroyed all the alien buildings and then built their own city.

At its peak, human cities covered the entire surface of Baal.

Barr's two satellites were even depicted as paradise.

With the arrival of the Age of Strife and the Age of Eternal Night, Heaven was transformed into Hell by war.

People forgot the past, and the survivors were turned into mutants due to radiation.

The magnificent urban ruins and monuments built with mythical technology on Baal's main planet and its two moons stand as testaments to Baal's former glory.

The galaxy is rife with endless battles, and the Holy Blood Angels, busy with their own lives, don't have the energy to uncover those secrets.

Ordinary people lack the ability and equipment to venture into dangerous areas with strong radiation.

Therefore, those secrets have remained buried beneath the desert.

Today, with the arrival of the Emperor Bull and Horse Battle Group,

An ancient ruin located in a desolate desert has been discovered.

The surrounding area of ​​the mountains contains the ruins of former buildings.

It was filled with intense radiation that could kill mortals.

Even after tens of thousands of years, those buildings have not completely weathered away and still remain on the mountainside.

After scanning the entire mountain using advanced equipment,

Players from the Emperor's Bull and Horse Battle Group have found a path into the interior of the mountain.

Whether it was good fortune or a blessing from the emperor, it's hard to say.

The ruins they were exploring had never been opened before.

They reached the end of the road, where they were finally stopped by a heavy door.

The portal features two lifelike angel designs.

One is depicted with gold thread, the other with black thread.

The two angels knelt before the crowned angel king who sat on the throne.

The awkward man examined the pattern for a moment before saying, "Golden angel, dark angel, and the King of Angels."

"What is this thing?" Zhan Shuai stared wide-eyed at Shijiro, the all-knowing warhammer expert, standing to the side.

Jujiro frowned slightly. "Have you ever heard of how demons are born?"

"The echoes of what is done in the real universe, the entities created in the warp, are demons," the turtle said.

Jujiro paced back and forth for a moment before revealing his guess as the answer.

"If I'm not mistaken, this golden angel should be Saint Gillenor, this dark angel is the embodiment of thirst and black rage, and this angel king should be Saint Gillenor."

“Every planet has power; as the Primarch shapes them, they also shape the Primarch. When San Gigliano died for San Gigliano, he was elevated to become an angel, and this dark angel is still being conceived.”

"This is an ancient prophecy. It was carved on the wall when humans first colonized Baal. It looks like we're about to find something good."

Chapter 176 Genetic Ascension in the Golden Age

The passage was deep and silent, leading to the depths of the earth.

The helmet's HUD panel continuously displayed various prompts and values.

This indicates that the radiation intensity in the area has exceeded the limits of human survival.

Even a Space Marine cannot stay in power armor for more than ten minutes.

It's hard to imagine how many nuclear weapons Baal and his allies dropped on their home planet during that era of conflict.

This is why the Baal world can still maintain such a high radiation index even after such a long time.

Players from the Emperor's Bull and Horse Battle Group stood in front of the gate at the end of the passage.

You said there's something good inside?

Upon hearing Jujiro's words, the War General became interested.

His eyes held no fear of the unknown world, only greed for the dungeon rewards.

No one can stop him from taking the reward, not even Cthulhu.

Zhan Shuai walked to the heavy door and knocked on it with his fist.

The dull sound alone revealed that this door was more sturdy than one could imagine.

It would take a lot of effort to forcefully break down the structure.

"So, how do we open it?" the awkward man asked.

“Look around for a switch or an identity verification device,” Mount & Blade said.

The players began searching around, scanning the surrounding area.

"This game's pursuit of realism is meticulous; every detail is handled perfectly."

"Even when running a small dungeon in the ruins, players have to find their own way to open the doors."

"It's more immersive than those so-called escape room games on the market."

The sea turtle exclaimed sincerely,

"I don't understand what's so fun about those escape room puzzles," the person complained. "I tried it once, and it felt like a waste of my life."

"The main problem is that the escape rooms made in China are terrible. The venues aren't spacious enough, the props are rudimentary, and there's no sense of immersion," Wanlao chimed in, joining the complaint.

"And once you've cleared the level, you basically have no desire to challenge it again. The second time I go, I just go straight for the key."

While scanning the walls for clues, Jujiro chatted with other players, including the twisted man.

"Warhammer Online is still the most generous. Based on the official's usual practices, this is most likely a one-time dungeon. Once you finish it, it's gone, so there's no need to worry about repeating it."

A few minutes later, the players searched around but found nothing that could serve as a switch.

The passage was filled with stones, and no traces of electronic devices were detected.

"Damn it, do we have to solve another mystery?" The old man looked troubled. "But there isn't even a single mystery here."

“Looks like this is a dead end. Let’s go back and bring the excavator over,” the sea turtle suggested. “As long as the steel drill bit is powerful enough, there’s no secret room that can’t be opened.”

"If you have no tomb raiding spirit at all and just start demolishing things, where's the fun in the dungeon? People work so hard to build the dungeon for you, and you just start demolishing it right away."

The twisted man said,

"Next time, they won't even set up any puzzles. They'll just seal it up with reinforced concrete for hundreds of meters and let you slowly dismantle it."

"Those with a tomb-raiding spirit are now writing novels in jail. Why don't you go and study some more?" The sea turtle rolled its eyes.

Zhan Shuai came out and interrupted the argument between the two.

"Alright, this game claims to be 100% realistic, so breaking into it is certainly feasible."

"But the official team has put so much effort into creating this dungeon. If we forcibly break into it, I'm afraid the rewards we get won't be high, and we might even trigger penalties, such as the dungeon exploding."

"At that time, our losses would be severe. We need to find a way to solve the mystery; that would be the most cost-effective approach."

“The riddle should be the pattern on the gate,” Jujiro said.

"The three symbols, the Golden Angel, the Black Angel, and the King of Angels, are closely related to the Holy Blood Angels."

Warmaster examined the pattern, a thoughtful expression on his face. "By the way, do these three angels serve as evidence that there are planetary souls in the Warhammer universe?"

"The existence of the three angels predates the arrival of humans in this world. In other words, the races that colonized Baal before were also troubled by thirst for blood and black fury, but not as intensely as humans, and were unable to actually observe them."

The old man's face lit up with excitement. "The Soul of a Planet? Could it be that the worlds where the Primarchs fell are all similar to Azeroth?"

"What does that mean?" the husky asked, puzzled.

"Isn't the concept of the Soul of the World similar to the Star Soul in Warcraft? The world is just the outer shell that nurtures it," Wristman explained.

“Actually, it’s not entirely wrong to say that.” Jujiro nodded. “In official documents, it has been mentioned many times that those imperial heroes could utilize the power of their home planet.”

"For example, Space Wolves, Salamanders, and so on, their rune priests and think tanks can communicate with the World Soul through meditation, thereby unleashing even more powerful forces."

"When Vulcan was resurrected, the will of Nocturne Star also communicated with him, so the concept of the Soul of the World may actually exist."

"Could it be that we'll receive the blessing of the World Soul later on?" The Arm-wielding Elder scratched his head. "Then wouldn't I, as a World Eater, be doomed? The Lion King has blown up Angron's homeland—Nukeria."

"I think you've gotten a bit off-topic," Zhan Shuai said. "Our primary task right now is how to get in?"

Zhuge, a warrior of steel, stood still, examining the gate with a thoughtful expression.

"This angel pattern is a riddle, and it should also be the answer."

Zhuge seemed to have thought of something.

He removed the wrist guards from his hands, cut open his palm with the knife he carried, and placed it against the wall.

A miraculous thing happened: the blood didn't flow down.

Instead, it flows along the pattern of the Angel King on the gate, outlining a blood-soaked Angel King.