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

A series of messages made Valyrian realize that everything that had happened before was just an appetizer to lure him into a trap.

But now, the real main course is about to begin.

"What a deep scheme!!"

Valyrian thought those traitors' schemes were deep enough, but who could have imagined that the reformists, led by the 'Saint,' had schemed even deeper.

There's an old saying in Terra: "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

But who would have thought that there was a hunter behind the oriole?

The identities of the saint, the commander of the Imperial Guard, and the judges are precisely those of the final hunter.

"What happened?"

Aleya, the Silent Sister, looked completely bewildered.

The situation in Terra is getting more and more confusing!

My little brain feels like it's about to overload and burn out!

Seeing Aleia's blank and confused expression, Valyrian briefly explained the whole situation to her.

Iltu Simotern and other conservatives secretly orchestrated the bombing of the Fifth Fleet and supported cultists and rebels on Terra.

Firstly, to weaken the reformists' prestige and create fear.

Secondly, it was to legitimately mobilize troops into Terra, seize control of the situation, and thus launch an armed coup.

When news spread from the palace that the emperor had been assassinated and was seriously injured and unconscious,

They then seized the opportunity to strike and defeat the rebel army they had supported.

Seize power and force the reformists to halt reforms.

Return it to its original state.

Without a doubt, this was a successful conspiracy.

However, all of this was only tacitly approved by the reformists led by the sage.

The purpose is to inflate the egos of conservatives and force them into the spotlight.

Now, it is time for the final reckoning.

"The enemy controls the Minotaur Chapter, the naval fleet, and the Astral Legion. If the two sides go to war, won't they turn Terra into a wasteland?"

Valyrian's explanation helped Aleia understand the whole story.

But she keenly noticed a problem.

The enemy possesses far too much power.

If war breaks out between the two sides, Terra will face a serious threat.

Valyrian Night frowned; Aleia's concerns were not unfounded.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The entirety of Terra, including the Imperial Shrine in near-Earth orbit, was glowing.

The star torch erupted with an unprecedentedly bright light, illuminating everything.

A resounding hymn suddenly rose from the sky, as if billions of beings were singing on the other side of the world, and its message was transmitted to this world.

This is not the power of the warp, but the power of faith, which comes from countless humans.

Therefore, not only Valyrians, but even Aleia felt this power.

"What's going on?" Alea asked, looking confused.

Just then, the sound of crying came from not far away.

Valyrian and Aleia exchanged a glance, then followed the sound and found several servants of the Star Torch standing by the window.

A strong, bright light shone in from outside, illuminating the dimly lit hall.

The servants' bodies were twitching uncontrollably, and they were constantly crying.

"Why are you crying?" Valyrian asked.

"We are weeping for the rising sun."

A servant turned around and spoke to them.

Valyrian and Aleia, puzzled, walked to the window.

They looked out the window.

A golden sun is streaking across the sky over Terra.

…………

When that golden sun descends...

Ashariel, the Supreme Commander of the Astral Army and one of the Twelve High Lords, realized his folly.

His power and status stemmed from the ancient laws of the empire.

The creator and upholder of the law is the emperor; his will determines everything.

The High Lords are merely issuing orders in His name.

It was because of the existence of the emperor that people were willing to obey the orders of the high lords.

People are willing to tolerate an extremely stupid bureaucratic system because of the existence of emperors.

The nobility of the nobility is not something they are born noble, but rather the legacy of their ancestors' service to the emperor.

For the past ten thousand years, the emperor has remained silent.

Over time, the high lords developed the misconception that they were the true masters of the empire.

The nobles also developed an absurd illusion that their bloodline was inherently superior to that of ordinary people, and therefore they should occupy the position of rulers.

But when His messenger descended to earth,

All laws have lost their meaning, and so-called ancient bloodlines are meaningless.

Saints do not need the approval of the law, nor the approval of the High Lord.

He was the emperor's messenger.

This alone is enough to make every citizen of the empire give their life and soul.

Bathed in golden light, Qin Yun stood in the air, looking down at the numerous Star Realm soldiers.

"As guardians of the empire, will you break your oath? Will you betray the Emperor?"

Qin Yun's voice was powerful and resonant, penetrating the entire battlefield.

Bang!

An Astronaut soldier threw down his weapon.

Then came the second, and the third.

One after another, in groups and in groups.

With just words, he broke the morale of the rebels, made them lay down their weapons, and kneel down on one knee.

"Get up and shoot him."

"Damn it, I told you to shoot him."

Ashariel roared at the top of his lungs, issuing orders to his troops, but no one listened to him.

The troops selected to participate in this operation were all people that Asharil could trust.

But after the sage appeared and spoke a few words, the soldiers all knelt on one knee.

Weeping bitterly, they swore an oath to the figure shrouded in golden light.

They knelt in the glory, begging for the saint's forgiveness and mercy.

They ignored his orders as the Supreme Commander of the Astronautical Army.

"Sir, you must leave."

One of his attendants said, "The situation is hopeless."

Ashariel looked desperate, but he knew his attendant was telling the truth.

"Walk."

Ashariel's voice was filled with bitterness as he prepared to leave with his last remaining loyal followers.

But the next second, one of the servants transformed into an assassin dressed in a tight leather suit.

The assassin moved with the speed of a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, he killed all of Ashariel's attendants and injected him with a sedative.

"Fadix!!"

Asharil realized that the assassin was the Shaper of the Temple of Calidus, one of the most frequently used assassins by the Assassin's Court.

Damn it! !

Fadix isn't on their side!

Before losing consciousness, Asharil realized this, but it was too late; he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Ashariel was captured, and all the Astral Army legions that had been mobilized surrendered without a single one resisting.

This scene surprised many people.

This included imperial heroes such as Trajan and Erz.

I thought it would be a fierce battle to take down this Supreme Commander of the Astral Army.

Who could have imagined that the sage would seize the enemy's military power without shedding a drop of blood?

This made all of the other party's schemes a laughing stock.

When the players learned of this, they remained remarkably calm.

They had been shocked by the guide countless times and were already numb to it.

They'd only be curious if the guides were ever in a sorry state!

The other party is like the game's official favorite child.

Every appearance is a highlight.

Qin Yun stood in the air, his wings fluttering gently, looking down at the massive Star Realm army.

The effect of combining [Divine Sign] with skills such as [Imperial Blessing] and [Imperial Light] is beyond imagination.

The vast majority of the Star Guardians knelt down the moment they saw him, giving up any resistance.

Of course, the reckoning will not include those soldiers who laid down their weapons.

Most soldiers were simply following orders and didn't know the full story; there was no need to delve too deeply into it.

After taking over, a thorough screening of the military personnel will be conducted.

Just get rid of the conservatives who occupy important positions.

“Iltu Simoten, I curse your mother.”

"That damn bastard, he ruined us."

“Damn it, Immortal Banban.”

"........."

Many families were furious and cursed after learning of the Saint's return, his easy capture of Asharil, and his acquisition of command of the Astral Army.

They weren't fools to have established themselves in Terra.

It's obvious now that that idiot, Iltu Simotern, was completely outmaneuvered.

That mess of signing the joint statement will drag them all down with it.

With the Star Guardians fully aligned with the Saints, the Navy's situation is likely no better.

The conservatives lost their biggest bargaining chip by losing the army.