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

“The enemy is very cautious.” Rostov observed the fortifications around the temple.

The enemy dug trenches connecting the bunkers and built a dense array of gun turrets.

Although these fortifications were piled high with skulls and bloody bones, and decorated in a barbaric manner, they were remarkably sturdy.

"For the servants of the Blood God, such steadfast defense is truly rare."

Holding a monocular telescope that looked like something out of the sky, Chirk said in a low voice, "Your Emperor has done a great job of shaping them."

"Although most of the time they are crazy, they seem to be able to control themselves when necessary."

"Should we launch a full-scale attack?" Messinius asked Rostov.

Before the judge could speak, Brother Zhong stepped forward.

"A direct assault would be too foolish; let's lure them out instead."

"How do we draw it in?" Rostov asked.

"I'll give it a try and see if it works!"

Brother Zhong emerged from his hiding place, discarding his bomb gun and other ranged weapons.

Carrying a sword, he strode toward the position of the Blood God's servants.

"In the name of the Emperor, let's duel one-on-one, Blood God's little brats."

"Of course, you can fire your guns. But from that moment on, your masters will be branded as cowards."

Brother Zhong shouted as he walked.

Several Chaos Warriors originally intended to fire their guns.

But after hearing what Brother Zhong said, he put down his gun.

A berserker covered in bone spikes emerged from the trench.

He held a chainsaw-like battle axe and pointed it at Brother Zhong.

"You want to challenge us?"

“Yes, one-on-one,” Brother Zhong said.

"Serving the Corpse King, you fool, will be the last stupid decision you ever make."

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne."

The berserker started running, roaring as he charged towards Brother Zhong.

"In the name of the Emperor, the blood-stained God Emperor, his skull offered to the golden throne."

Brother Zhong also started running to meet the other party.

One wielded a battle axe, the other a longsword.

Zheng~

The swords and axes clashed, producing a deafening sound.

"quiet!"

When the opponent attempted to attack again, Brother Zhong activated a hidden spell, causing the opponent to be briefly stunned.

Then, with lightning speed, he beheaded the other man.

The berserker's massive body crashed to his knees, and crimson blood gushed out.

Brother Zhong walked to the enemy's fallen head, bent down to pick up the traitor's head with its wide-open eyes, and held it high.

"So weak? So useless? How dare you fight me? You're really overestimating yourself."

Brother Zhong's voice was incredibly arrogant.

"In the name of the Blood God, as a servant of the Corpse King, you are far too arrogant."

Several more berserkers stepped forward to confront Brother Seed.

As a result, their fates were all the same.

His head was chopped off by Brother Zhong with a single sword strike and taken as a trophy.

You should know, Brother Zhong is a ruthless person who dares to single-handedly charge into the realm of the extraordinary.

His combat skills were second only to those of a war commander.

They also possessed secret language.

Killing these ordinary berserkers is like chopping vegetables.

After eight berserkers fell in succession, their heads severed, their battle was over.

The Khorne followers, who had originally intended to please the Blood God, all became obedient.

Is there a next one?

"If not, that's fine too. As long as your master admits that he is a cowardly god, that's enough."

Brother Zhong kept shouting in front of the position.

This left the Khorne followers both angry and helpless.

Their firepower was naturally sufficient to take down the Corpse King's servant in a single volley.

But that would undoubtedly provoke the Blood God's wrath.

“A bunch of cowards, you…”

Before Brother Zhong could finish speaking, a deafening roar rang out.

Upon hearing the roar, Rostov and the others felt an uncontrollable surge of anger and a thirst for blood.

If it weren't for the suppression of the soulless force field released by the Chosen One, they would have fallen into the embrace of the Blood God on the spot.

Another roar rang out.

A figure as massive as a mountain emerged from the depths of the temple.

Every step they took caused the earth to tremble.

Soon, the figure stepped onto the battlefield, revealing its true form—the embodiment of endless rage—Scarbrand.

"Holy crap, these guys have no sportsmanship at all, they actually summoned a great demon."

Seed was caught off guard when Skabrand appeared.

Modern cult members have no sense of martial ethics; if they can't win a fight, they call for reinforcements.

Players like White Wolf and Those Who Don't Eat Beef were also a bit dumbfounded, but they quickly regained their sense of humor.

"Brothers, this demon is quite troublesome. Quickly go and invite Saint Terra over."

P.S.: I changed the name of my new book, and you guys criticized it so much.

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Chapter 206 This universe has no gods.

"Outsiders, the minions of the cursed."

Skabrand stared intently at Seed, his eyes burning with fury.

The Great Demon's voice, filled with boundless rage, sent shivers down the spines of the entire world.

Skabrand's body was as tall as a mountain and incredibly strong.

The muscles were knotted and twisted like snakes and pythons, and the skin was blood red, covered with bloody patterns.

He held a flaming axe in each hand, the handles of which were connected to and bound to his arms by thick brass chains.

Each axe blade was larger than a person and dripped with blood.

Skabrand roared as he raised his battle axe with both hands.

It also spread out the pair of huge, tattered bat wings on its back.

The skin was torn and tattered, with hot blood dripping from the wound that would never heal.

Crimson blood rained down from nowhere, bathing him in its light.

Just by standing there, he exuded a despairing aura of killing intent.

“Skabrand”.

Zhong Ge gripped his longsword tightly, staring intently at Skabrand.

To fight against such a Khorne monster,

It's too difficult for him right now.

There was no hope of defeating the opponent.

Furthermore, Skabrand was currently located right next to the subspace rift.

The rift allows the Great Demon to continuously draw upon the power of the Supreme Heaven, thus making him invincible.

“Scarbrand, did your master send you? I thought he had completely abandoned you, you traitor.”

One sentence from Brother Zhong touched a nerve with Skabrand.

Being abandoned by the Blood God is the hardest thing for Skabrand to let go of.

He roared to the sky again, this time with even more intense anger mixed with pain.

Its terrifying sound ignited the hidden rage within those traitors who had fallen into chaos.

Under Skabrand's influence, the berserkers who had been hiding in the trenches could no longer suppress their anger and thirst for blood.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne."

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne."

"........."

The berserkers, chanting the Blood God's slogan, leaped out of the trenches and charged toward the Imperial loyalists.

"The boss succeeded; he lured the berserkers out of their shells."

White Wolf stood up, holding his explosive gun, and fired at the howling enemies.

"For a moment, I couldn't tell if you were simply not using your brain, or if you were just being a fool!! How can this situation be associated with the word 'success'?"

"The jokes about the White Wolf are truly hellish!!"

"The boss did manage to draw out those Khorne followers, but the problem is that Khorne the Great Demon."

"You obviously don't know the market. This is called buy one get one free, and it's all the rage now."

"Everyone goes through nine years of compulsory education, why are you being so arrogant?!"

"I often feel deeply inferior because I'm not as good at showing off as you bunch of bastards!!"

"Scarbrand, even if the Grey Knights came, a lot of them would die!! We'd probably all be chopped into eight pieces this time."

"........."

Players who don't eat beef joked as they fired at the enemy.

"Fire."

Messinius loudly issued the order.

The original Forged soldiers rushed out from behind their cover.

While unleashing firepower at the charging enemies, they advanced with the Chosen One.

Explosive bombs and molten metal beams poured out like a torrential downpour.

In an instant, the berserker charging at the forefront was torn to shreds.

The berserkers were incredibly fast runners; after enduring two volleys of fire,

They charged right up to the Imperial army.

The two sides clashed.

A berserker clad in twisted, bone-spiked armor charged toward Messinius.