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

If you can't beat her, just call her over. Two against one, you'll have no trouble winning.

We have many cards to play, the advantage is in our hands, and we are not afraid at all.

Skabrand witnessed the Corpse King's servants returning to their peak condition due to the arrival of the outsiders, and then roared once more.

Immediately, shocking cracks appeared in the sky.

Crimson blood flowed down the crevice, cascading onto the earth like a waterfall.

The Khorne Legion was formed in blood.

Riding on massive bronze bulls and driving chariots, they thundered across the land, charging towards the Imperial army to prevent them from entering the Dark Temple.

A fierce battle soon broke out between the two sides.

The Blackstone device is the key to cutting through reality.

According to Abaddon's plan, simply opening the Crimson Path to Terra would allow the Empire to lose control of most of its territory.

This would completely destroy the empire, leading to its fragmentation and demise.

It can also cause the entire galaxy to slowly but irresistibly fall into subspace.

At that time, the galaxy will become a paradise for the chaotic gods, and a terrifying hell.

Everywhere you look, there is cruelty and debauchery, rivers of blood.

Pain and despair are everywhere.

Humanity, and indeed all races that followed, have absolutely no chance of escaping this hell.

This is because the lawmakers of this terrifying hell are not ordinary enemies, nor are they some top civilization destined for destruction, but rather belong to a group of immortal demons.

The Chaos Gods were not initially very supportive of this plan, because everything would eventually come to an end, and the dominion of the warp over the universe was their predetermined fate.

But the cursed being's many actions once again frightened them.

Fate is not immutable, but the greatest variable is the cursed.

This is also why Skabrand is here.

The Chaos Gods are trying to hasten the arrival of the Day of Demise.

"Roar!"

After a terrifying roar, Skabrand launched his attack.

The Khorne was incredibly heavy. When its massive hooves struck, the ground cracked open, spewing out crimson blood, which was then set ablaze.

“Protect me.”

Qin Yun flapped his wings, holding a longsword and a spear, and swooped down to charge at his opponent.

Zheng~

Both sides are very fast.

In an instant, their weapons clashed, and a terrifying sound defied the laws of reality, echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

A terrifying shockwave swept out, nearly extinguishing the flames fueled by blood.

Skabrand's rage continued to rise, his boundless fury turning his will to crimson.

There was nothing but anger and killing.

The continuous clashes between the two sides created a terrifying spectacle that shocked both the players and the imperial heroes in the distance.

"What a terrifying battle!!"

Rostov's face turned ashen. Had the saint not descended, this operation would undoubtedly have ended in failure.

"The rise of a new god."

Chirk muttered to himself, no matter how much the Emperor Saint denied it, he couldn't change the fact.

Skabrand is a destroyer of legend, passed down through generations of races and civilizations.

Although it is only regarded as a great demon, its strength has long surpassed that of the gods mentioned by those civilizations.

On the planets where Skabrand appears, the gods worshipped by the weaker races and the civilizations they inhabit will all become sacrifices to the Blood God.

There is no explanation other than another god for being able to contend with such an embodiment of destruction.

"For a moment, I couldn't tell whether Warhammer was science fiction or fantasy."

The white wolf used its chainsaw axe to cleave the hunting dog in front of it.

Looking up at the battle between the Guide and Skabrand in the distance, his eyes were filled with shock.

“You can think of it as a hybrid of the Stars and the Sea Tiger,” replied the person who doesn’t eat beef. “Right now, it’s two magnetic field powerhouses with millions of horsepower battling it out.”

"Uh. Stop talking, I can already picture it in my head." Brother Zhong fired his gun at the winged demon that pounced on him. "Magnetic field madman beat the Chaos Gods to their knees! Just thinking about it is beautiful!"

"........."

The shock and ridicule from outsiders did not affect Skabrand and Qin Yun.

They are still fighting with all their might, intending to completely crush the enemy.

The power unleashed by both sides was devastating, enough to easily destroy cities and tear the earth apart.

Skabrand's body was engulfed in warp flames, and the battle axe in his hand was like a burst of lightning, each strike containing the power to destroy everything.

His eyes gleamed with madness and a thirst for blood.

Amidst the continuous roars, the battle axe swung out relentlessly.

Qin Yun dodged continuously, escaping the opponent's devastating blows, and then used his superb marksmanship to counterattack.

The Dragon's Fang was forged by Vulcan under the Emperor's guidance and was blessed.

Each swing was accompanied by scorching flames and a continuous, echoing roar.

Another collision, after which the distance was increased,

Qin Yun flipped and spun around, and the Fire Dragon Fang in his hand also spun 360 degrees, using the momentum to slash at the Great Demon.

Skabrand raised his battle axe to block the spear.

The shockwave from the collision of the two weapons swept outwards, stirring up clouds of dust.

The terrifying force caused the battle axe to sag suddenly, but it still managed to block it.

Qin Yun sheathed his spear, and with a sudden swing of the Holy Judgment Sword covered in flames, a fire dragon swept out, only to be shattered by Skabrand once again.

Skabrand charged forward, swinging his battle axe at Qin Yun.

He parried with his sword, but this time, the opponent's strength was terrifying.

As if struck by a rapidly spinning neutron star, the Holy Judgment Sword slipped from his hand and fell to the distance.

"There are advantages to binding the sword with iron chains!!"

Qin Yun suddenly retreated, creating distance between them.

Looking at the longsword in the distance, he understood why warriors from chapters like the Black Templar and the Minotaur liked to bind their weapons with chains.

Losing your weapon in battle is a fatal mistake.

Qin Yun tried to retrieve the Holy Judgment Blade using his spiritual energy, but the rolling waves of blood interfered with his efforts.

Skabrand charged forward again, his battle axe slashing horizontally once more.

Qin Yun ignored the falling sword, gripped the Fire Dragon Fang tightly with both hands, parried the opponent's battle axe, and seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Zheng!

The clash of weapons was like the tolling of a doomsday bell, echoing endlessly.

Skabrand's immense power forced Qin Yun to retreat steadily, making it difficult for him to defend himself.

In another clash, the battle axe sliced ​​through Qin Yun's body.

Even though he managed to pull away in time, his golden armor was still ripped open by the sharp axe blade, and holy blood splattered out.

The injured Qin Yun wanted to spread his wings and fly away to create distance.

Skabrand's battle axe disappeared from one hand; instead, he grabbed Qin Yun's ankle and slammed him to the ground.

boom!

A tremendous impact rang out, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the ground.

Skabrand charged forward, swinging his battle axe downwards, intending to finish off the Corpse King Saint.

The next second, the dragon's fang suddenly pierced through the dust.

This forced the Great Demon Khorne to use his battle axe to defend himself, giving Qin Yun a chance to escape.

He flapped his wings and took flight, then swooped down to launch an attack, once again engaging Skabrand in combat.

Meanwhile, at the Dark Temple,

Players and imperial heroes are still fighting against the demonic tide, and the battle is fierce.

However, several players and Imperial heroes, under the cover of others, stormed into the Dark Temple.

The interior of the temple was very spacious.

A blasphemous eight-pointed star was spinning rapidly, resembling a gray-black solid sphere.

Green lightning and red subspace currents flickered within, emitting deafeningly terrifying sounds.

Numerous machines were arranged in a regular pattern around it, like prehistoric state pillars.

All the machines bear the blasphemous mark of the Dark Mechanicus, and are tended by fallen sages.

Beside the machines lay piles of corpses, and damp conduits writhed, drawing some essence from the corpses to nourish the machines.

Near the suspended eight-pointed star stood some Chaos Warriors.

They wore armor covered in bone spikes and decorated with demon mouths.

The armor was covered with human skin scrolls, the text of which would slowly crawl as one read it.

"These are Dark Apostles!! What are these Warhammer scum doing here!!"

Brother Seed immediately recognized that these Chaos Warriors were not Khorne's berserkers, but rather Word Bearers who worshipped the Chaosless.

This explains why the Khorne Berserkers outside have fortifications.

Previously, they had thought that Khorne's berserkers could suppress their anger and build fortifications on their own!

In hindsight, I was completely overthinking it.

The external defensive offensive was orchestrated by these propheticists.

The Dark Apostles stood around the inner ring of machines, arms outstretched, raising evil totems towards the Black Stone Octagon.

An evil force was flowing between them, the machines, and the eight-pointed star.

“Kill them, then implant this device into the core of that Blackstone device.”

Rostov stepped forward and took out an alien device.

Messinius nodded. "Let's do it."

They started running, charging towards the Chaos Space Marines.

Players like Brother Zhong activated their thrusters and rushed forward.

The enemy didn't have time to react before they rushed up to them.

A total of eight Dark Apostles presided over the ceremony.

Realizing the intrusion of Messinius and his men, they tried to draw their weapons, but it was too late.

With a deafening explosion, the heads of the four Dark Apostles were blown off on the spot.

Brother Zhong rushed over and pierced one of them with his sword.

The other person's face, distorted into a child's nightmare, revealed terror.

"The claws of the false emperor..."

Before he could finish speaking, Brother Zhong thrust out several swords in quick succession, piercing through the opponent's body.

The other three Dark Apostles were also defeated one by one.