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

The Witcher Brotherhood also received a mission from Cassandra.

The fleet commander hoped they could work with the San Astor battle group to track down the Blackstone device and thwart Chaos's plot.

Those who betray the cause of chaos are never fools.

On the contrary, they are intelligent and know how to assess situations.

They installed the Blackstone device on a mobile, abandoned spaceship, which lingered far out of sight of the Imperial fleet.

Prior to this operation, Commander Asagai and Judge Rostov had also attempted to pursue each other.

However, as soon as the enemy realizes the threat, they will quickly escape into the warp, leaving the Imperial fleet alone in the void in disarray.

After several failed trials, the Rostov Inquisitor created an alien device that could help the navigator lock onto the Black Stone device.

The cost of using this device is the life of the navigator.

A mid-level navigator named Scolos Everhafford accepted this doomed mission.

His conditions were that the Empire would recognize his legitimacy and that his navigator family would place his remains in their family cemetery.

Skolos is a navigator and also a person with a slight mutation.

He had an extra joint on one of his fingers, and a fleshy growth on his neck that resembled a human face.

By the court's standards, Scolos was a mutant who had to be eliminated.

However, he was granted a pardon in consideration of his value as a navigator.

However, he was also permanently stripped of his right to have children by the Alfred family.

They also regarded him as a jinx, making things difficult for him and humiliating him in every way, and finally even sold him off as a commodity.

Scolos's only wish in life was to have his body and name included in the Alfred family cemetery and clan register.

That would be a great humiliation and revenge for those family members who had looked down on him.

“Scolos Everhafford, I promise to vindicate you. When you complete this task, you will be an Imperial hero.”

Judge Rostov granted the navigator's request.

Players, led by Brother Zhong, watched the story unfold while silently giving the official team a thumbs up.

Even a navigator facing certain death was given such a story.

It's clear that the developers put a lot of effort into making this game.

…………

The Saint Astor combat group has been deployed.

They plunged headlong into the turbulent subspace currents.

Scolos was seated in the chief chair in the navigation room.

A machine forged from black granite was placed before him.

The malice contained within the metal machinery was harming his soul.

Scolos's eyes were fixed on the mechanical monitor, his thoughts leaping with the flashes of light across it.

The vertical eye on his forehead, his warp eye, gazed towards the magnificent High Heaven.

The endless whirlpool churned and churned, constantly extending and contracting in all directions.

From one perspective, the highest heavens are breathtakingly beautiful, but behind this beauty lies a deadly crisis.

Beneath the dazzling light lies astonishing malice, enough to harm the souls of ordinary people.

Under the combined damage from the mysterious machinery and the Supreme Heaven, Skolos felt immense pain.

He had a high fever, severe heart pain, a red throat, and occasionally let out a shrill cry.

But he still insisted on fulfilling his duties.

Several Soulless players, including Brother Seed, White Wolf, and No-Beef, were guarding outside the navigation room.

They used their soulless force field to stop the influx of warp forces and prevent things from getting out of control.

Judge Rostov stood before Skolos, guiding the poor navigator.

"Connect your soul with this machine, and then search for that cyst sandwiched between reality and the warp."

"That thing wanders in the place where the celestial realm and the material world meet. It is hard and strange, and does not belong to either world."

"This machine is very powerful. You have to be quick and find that target before it burns out your life."

"........."

Skolos struggled to stay calm amidst the pain, drawing strength from the junior navigators around him to support him in completing the mission.

Guided by Judge Rostov, Skolos found traces of the black stone device.

It was a black line, like blood in water, attracting the lifeless.

They gathered near the black line, emitting hungry howls.

"I saw it!!"

Skolos's voice was filled with pain, and crimson lines appeared on his skin.

The machine was devouring his body and soul, and terrifying heat was building up inside him.

Skolos's Warp Eye followed the black line.

The surging energy generated by the dissipation of matter stirred up the subspace, making the storm increasingly dangerous.

Finally, he saw that thing.

Through the tattered curtain, Skolos saw the dark reality and the ever-changing, twinkling stars.

A hellish crimson light is streaking across the material world.

Inside the light was an ancient, wrecked spaceship.

It trailed a huge asteroid behind it, which carried a stone engine.

Countless illusions appeared, attempting to disturb Skolos's mind.

Entwined snakes, churning blood, piles of screaming corpses, and roaring thugs.

The illusions are ever-changing, each carrying a deep malice.

Scolos focused his mind, trying to see through the disguise and discover the machine's true nature.

At the same time, his body was burning under supernatural heat, his flesh and bones separating and turning into hard carbon.

The sacrifice paid off, and Skolos saw what the machine looked like.

It is a bizarre engine with eight blade-shaped black stone spires.

Arranged around a central point, they form an evil, chaotic eight-pointed star.

It is half located in subspace and half in real space.

It was being towed forward by that wrecked ship that exuded astonishing malice.

It rotates at high speed, cutting and disintegrating the surface of real space, allowing subspace to overflow.

"It's locked. Migrate immediately."

Scolos stared intently at the engine.

The malice emanating from that engine also clung tightly to Scolos, pulling at his soul like a whirlpool.

Skolos's life was rapidly slipping away, his body dissipating at a visible speed.

"Migrate to the physical universe."

The navigation officer, who had been on standby, turned on his communicator and began to report to the entire fleet.

Skolos's soul is dissipating.

In the final moments of his life, his life flashed by like a revolving lantern.

Born into the Alfred family, he possessed a third eye from birth, allowing him to see directly into the warp, making him the ideal seed for a navigator.

However, he possessed a mutation.

Even with exceptional talent, they still face discrimination.

“You are destined to be a traitor. Letting you live would only tarnish the family’s honor.”

His father loathed him and would beat or scold him for the slightest displeasure.

His mother didn't love him either, and regarded him as a disgrace and a jinx.

If it weren't for his exceptional navigational talent, which makes Skolos so valuable, he would never have grown up.

After reaching adulthood, Skolos was treated like an expensive commodity by his family and hastily sold off, for fear that he would bring disaster to the family.

"I am not a traitor; I am loyal to the Emperor."

Scolos used his last strength to speak, putting an end to his life.

Then, his body turned to ashes and vanished into the air.

"Praise be to you, Scolos, your duty has been fulfilled, may you rest in the Emperor's embrace."

Judge Rostov offered a salute to Skolos's remains.

…………

The Saint Astor battle group has entered the real world.

The numerous warships quickly ignited their reality engines and reformed their formation.

The engine at the rear spewed out a brilliant blue plasma light as it charged toward its destination.

The enemy had only one ship, trailing a massive asteroid behind it.

The device was equipped with a black stone device, and a divination instrument scan showed that it was not carrying any other weapons.

Hundreds of warships against one warship—the advantage is on my side!

Standing on the bridge, Asagay, who was directing the battle, had a smile on his face.

"All ships, open fire!"

"Torpedoes and light lances are launched simultaneously, covering an area of ​​eight kilometers. The ship lists to port and prepares for a salvo from the main guns."

"Increase reactor output, increase speed, we absolutely cannot let the enemy escape."

"All ships, follow up and maintain formation."

Asagh kept issuing orders.

However, her smile did not last long.

The first wave of Helios-class torpedoes and large light spears quickly struck the wrecked spaceship and the asteroid behind it.

The light spears were the fastest; they hit their targets without encountering any obstacles.

However, they achieved nothing and simply vanished into thin air.

The torpedo, carrying a heavy atom fusion warhead, exploded just before making contact, producing a light as bright as the sun.

The dazzling blue and white light turned everything in the starry sky into a monotonous black and white.

However, it still did not cause any damage.

The wrecked spaceship and the asteroid withstood a salvo from the San Astor battle group without sustaining any damage.

Asha's eyes widened.

The same was true for the many officials on the bridge.

The Saint Astor battle group's salvo was enough to turn a planet into a dead zone, but it didn't even manage to destroy a single hair on the enemy's head.

Players like Zhong Ge were also dumbfounded.

Even if warp space is powerful, it can't be this powerful!

Are we even talking about science anymore?

But thinking about it, subspace really doesn't follow science.

"That ship and the asteroid are protected by the power of subspace."