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

Rewards: A large amount of Faith, Thinker 2.0 technology (this technology optimizes the algorithm while preventing machines from gaining self-awareness)

[Task Received: Akash Reader]

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Rewards: A large amount of Faith Points, Lighthouse 3.0 technology (this technology allows players to identify items without returning to the shrine, simply by connecting to the Lighthouse network, which is very convenient).

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Goodness, Emperor is performing consistently well as always; they came right away just by smelling the aroma.

To be fair, these two technologies offer pretty good features.

The Thinker 2.0 technology, if widely adopted, could optimize the current Thinker system and increase its computing power.

Combined with the super brain developed by the MC Dynasty, humanity will regain the computing power it had before the Omnic Crisis.

At that time, beating up the little Titanium Clan will not be a dream.

Lighthouse 3.0 adds an online authentication function for players, making it more convenient for them.

It seems it's time to activate the Mech God avatar and take a trip to Mars, while also feigning serious injury to lure out those traitors.

"I will temporarily go to Mars and announce to the outside world that I am seriously injured and will not see anyone for the time being. Terra is in your hands for now."

Qin Yun gave Trajan, Fadix, Erz, and Garen their final instructions, then let them leave, secretly preparing to deal with the traitor.

He then activated his Mech God avatar and used 'Descent' to travel directly to the Olympus Foundry on Mars.

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Mars,

Olympus Foundry

This massive casting furnace complex covers an entire area of ​​the Martian surface.

Towering manufacturing plants, refineries, workers' quarters, machine shops, and final assembly hangars stand tall.

This colossal manufacturing nest city is home to billions of followers of the God of Machines.

They were born here, grew up here, worked here, raised their offspring here, and then died here.

More than 99.99999% of its members never left this magnificent manufacturing nest city in their entire lives.

"Under my management, Mars Pix achieved another 0.00124% improvement last month, which is quite an achievement for such a behemoth whose efficiency has been pushed to the limit."

Laski boasted to Kaul about his achievements.

"You might as well build another factory; that would increase output even more."

Kaul's blunt words immediately displeased Laski.

He toyed with the exploding musket, his gaze dark and gloomy.

After thinking for a while, he put the musket away.

Those chosen ones are fiercely protecting this guy; if he makes a move, it will inevitably cause a lot of trouble. Let's imprison him for now.

Let's talk about it after things are settled in Terra.

Having just returned to the Temple of Omniscience, built of black marble and adamant gold,

Laski hasn't decided where to lock these people up yet.

The change happened suddenly.

The machine, which had been running smoothly, suddenly became excited and its efficiency became incredibly high.

The mechanical sounds rose in pitch and blended into a beautiful melody.

Countless whispers arose,

They sang the name and deeds of the God of Truth, the Lord of All Hosts.

Countless screens flickered.

Then a name composed of golden flames was sketched out.

Countless machine spirits chanted the same name in unison.

+++Ommiscia+++

One voice, and countless voices, echoed simultaneously in the mind of the Lord of Mars, flowing through his sea of ​​logical data.

"Praise Him, sing His praises, submit to Him, fear Him, love Him..."

A golden light appeared before Laski.

As bright as the sun, it illuminated the entire Temple of Omniscience, and the entire Olympus foundry.

A divine figure slowly emerged from the light.

Those who should have been absolutely loyal to the Lord of Mars—the Guardians and fighter soldiers—knelt down, offering their eternal loyalty to the newcomers.

Countless believers looked up at the radiant temple and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Do you intend to betray the great Ommes, the god of all machines, who holds all the truth of the world?"

The figure in the golden light spoke to Laski.

P.S.: I've completed my daily goal of 10,000 words. I'll continue tomorrow. I'll pay off my debts when I'm feeling better.

Chapter 191 Great Purge

Laski opened his mouth wide.

The logic module and the auxiliary brain stopped operating at this moment.

His mind went blank, and he couldn't think of anything to say in response to the situation.

The figure hovered in the air, a pair of pure white wings gently fluttering behind it.

The other person walked through the air as if on flat ground, and stood in front of Laski.

He stared into the eyes of the general who had been forged.

The general's body became bloated and enormous due to the implantation of too many mechanical prosthetics.

It was like a moving steel mountain rather than a living person.

Even when Astartes stood before the Forging General, he appeared extremely small and could hardly look him in the eye or speak to him.

Laski stared blankly at the golden figure before him.

The opponent possessed a tall stature, clad in golden armor, and gripped a scepter adorned with an eagle at its tip in his powerful hand.

The other party was not wearing a helmet, and a handsome face was revealed in the radiance; it was the sage.

Even though Laski has very little organic matter left,

They scoff at the aesthetic sense of ordinary people, believing that piled-up flesh and blood have no beauty, and only admire the beauty of machinery and code.

But at this moment, he was still deeply shaken.

This kind of shock is not just on an intellectual level, but on a spiritual level.

“Saint.” Laski bowed deeply in homage.

"Are you going to betray the great All-Heroes, betray Om Messiah who holds all truth?"

Qin Yun calmly examined the Lord of Mars before him.

“No!” Laski shook his head. “I will never betray the doctrine of the myriad organs, much less the Om Messiah.”

"So you're dissatisfied with me?"

“Please forgive my foolishness and ignorance, Saint.” Laski’s voice trembled with a sob. “All praise belongs to the god of all machines, all to you.”

May He bless you.

The holy voice reached the ears of the Lord of Mars, infusing every cell in his body, a blend of flesh and steel, with new vitality.

An indescribable heat surged through every cable, hydraulic pipe, and energy pipe.

The machine spirit hidden deep within the sea of ​​data rejoiced at this power.

Bulky mechanical parts have never been as flexible as they are today.

Fortunately, Laski had already had his tear ducts removed.

Otherwise, the world would see how the Lord of Mars, who holds the fate of billions of lives in his hands, is in tears.

Laski's body was trembling; he realized how foolish he had done!

How dare they question the messenger of Om Messiah?

Qin Yun looked at the adoration in the eyes of the Lord of Mars, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

I must say, this Mech God Incarnation is really useful.

When he first mastered this skill, he imagined that if he used it on Mars, it would make those nerdy guys kneel down in awe.

Looking at it now, hehe, it's exactly as I expected.

Kaul, standing to the side, was also shocked.

He knew that the sage was very powerful, wielding all sorts of incredible authority, and had an ancient star god as his servant.

Even veteran players widened their eyes.

A few guys took the opportunity to take photos and upload them to the local chat channel.

The chat channel, which had previously been quiet, suddenly saw a surge of 999+ messages.

"The guide is so handsome."

"I'm shivering with cold. Why are the ones who show off always the ones who give the instructions?"

"Waaaaah, we want wings too! We want a dazzling entrance too!"

"I increasingly feel that we are just NPCs guiding the game, part of the player's experience."

"........."

Qin Yun turned around and looked at the group of veterans, who were covered in wounds and hadn't even had time to be treated before being captured by Laski.

"Machinery, heal yourself."

As the voice faded, Qin Yun gently waved his hand.

Then golden light poured down and entered their bodies.

In just a moment, the battered power armor was restored to its original state, as if it had just come off the assembly line.

“Oh…Oh Messiah…” Laski stammered.

"All glory belongs to the god of locusts." Caul bowed his head and humbly paid his respects.

Inside the Temple of Omniscience, numerous apologists and priests cried out in unison, expressing their joy.

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

"........."

Then, a tsunami of cheers erupted outside.

The hardworking workers, the mechanical believers, and the children all spontaneously erupted in cheers.

Similar slogans appeared on the projectors and displays suspended in various locations.

The sounds of machinery blended into a beautiful song, which spread across Mars via the internet.

"Then are you willing to pledge your loyalty to me, Lord of Mars, Ud Udia Laski?"

"Are you willing to pledge your allegiance to an eternal cause, to make humanity great again, and to take control of the temple of truth?"

Qin Yun stretched out one hand, opening his palm to reveal a golden Sky Eagle Medal.

This is an ancient ceremony of loyalty.

A loyal knight who swears to give his life and soul will receive the emblem of the king he serves.

Laski extended his mechanical arm and used his slender metal fingers to take away the Skyhawk Medal, which was pitifully small to him.

"I am most pleased, my lord. Mars will offer you everything: life, soul, mind, whatever you need, take it."