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

Legend has it that even before humans arrived on this planet, there were already tales of golden and black angels.

The golden angel represents kindness, purity, and innocence.

The Black Angel represents flaws, thirst, and dark rage.

Seated on the throne was an angel with a handsome face, wearing golden armor and having pure white wings.

"A sage? What are you doing here?"

At first glance, Mephisto almost mistook him for a saint.

After careful examination, it was found to be incorrect.

The saint's hair was black, while the one before him had flowing golden hair.

After confirming that the other person was indeed Saint Gillespie, Mephisto's eyes widened in disbelief.

He stuttered when he spoke.

“Saint...Saint...Gilles!! My father, what are you doing here?”

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"My son."

Saint Gilles' voice was filled with sorrow.

He stepped down from the throne.

The body, shrouded in light, was strong and imposing, exuding an immense sense of oppression.

The enormous wings unfolded behind him, their pure white feathers as real as the Primal's sorrow.

"Father, you are truly our father."

Tears welled up in Mephisto's eyes, and his voice choked with emotion.

"I'm so sorry for causing you so much suffering." The Primarch's voice possessed a sorrowful beauty.

He bent down and reached out to cup Morpheus's face.

The touch was real and warm, giving him an indescribable sense of sacred peace.

"You have done so much for humanity, Mephisto."

"You are one of my finest sons, the guardian of humanity, the sword that protects mankind."

“You have suffered so much, I should have kept my promise and brought you to my side, freed you from the strife, and put you to stand with the departed brothers.”

Mephisto smiled with relief.

"Yes, take me with you, Father."

“I have served for so long, I have endured so much suffering, please grant me the release of death, let me return to your side.”

However, Saint Gilles shed tears.

The falling tears shone with radiance.

“I cannot. Humanity needs you, and the new Lord of Humanity needs you. The final battle is coming, and fallen heroes will return. Mephisto, you must remain in the mortal world.”

These words froze the smile on Mephisto's face.

Ah!

With emotions running high, these words seem a bit inappropriate.

Do I have to go back to work overtime?

"No, Father, take me with you." Mephisto still wanted to plead.

Saint Gilles shook his head. "No, I'm sorry."

Upon seeing the Primarch's rejection, Mephisto showed a sad expression.

At that moment, with a loud bang, the vast underground space trembled.

It was as if a terrifying beast was charging at this place.

"The enemy is closing in, we don't have much time left, Morpheus."

Saint Gilles' voice was still sorrowful, but he no longer shed tears.

He looked at Morpheus, a hopeful look in his eyes.

Do you know these two angels?

The golden angel and the black angel stepped forward and stood beside Saint Gilles.

Mephisto first looked at the golden angel and called out the angel's name.

"San Guillerno?"

The golden angel nodded, acknowledging that he was indeed Saint Gileonore.

Mephisto then looked at another dark angel.

The other person's face was very familiar, but he couldn't recognize him.

"And who is this?" Mephiston looked at Saint Gilles, hoping to get an answer.

"The Dark Angels are the opposite of Saint Gillenor. Before humans even arrived in Baal, the ancient races living here were already aware of the existence of the Golden Angels and the Dark Angels,"

"They are the right-hand men of the King of Angels, and also his eternal adversaries."

As Saint Gilles explained, he pointed to the stone pillar next to him.

A picture lit up, showing Mephisto a group of slender aliens.

They wore heavy robes, the fabric decorated with artworks carved from bloodstone.

In the scene, they erected monuments that would stand for ten thousand years.

The monument is engraved with golden and black angels.

"Millions of years after this race perished, humans came to Baal and established a paradise-like colony."

As Saint Gilles spoke, the surrounding scenery changed.

Mephisto was astonished to find himself standing in a void.

Two satellites orbiting Barr came into view.

Tomoe is surrounded by azure ocean.

The light gray of the desert and the dark green of the lush vegetation create a beautiful scene.

Victoria and Ephemeris are exemplary models of technology and architecture.

The magnificent ring-shaped building surrounds the satellite, and the dazzling lights adorn the bustling city like stars.

"How beautiful!" Morpheus exclaimed, his face showing astonishment.

He never imagined that his hometown, which he considered a dead world, was once so beautiful.

"Unfortunately, that beautiful world was destroyed with the arrival of an era of strife."

Saint Gilles' tone was as sorrowful as ever.

"Fortunately, we were given the opportunity to rebuild it."

"We will rebuild Baal into paradise once again," Mephisto said firmly, swearing to the Primarch.

“That’s what I hope for too, child,” Saint Gilles said. “I brought you here so that you would make a choice.”

"This is a heavy choice, but if we succeed, we will have a great chance to rebuild Baal back to its former paradise."

With a wave of his hand, Saint Gilles vanished from the starry sky, and they returned to the cold underground space.

“Sanguilleno was once a mortal until he chose to sacrifice himself to save me on Devon.”

"That sacrifice allowed him to absorb all the good things that the Sons of Baal had shown over countless ages, and thus he gained immortal power."

"But the Son of Baal also bears the burden of sin, a power even more terrifying than that wielded by San Gileno."

"It represents chaos and fury, which is why the Blood Chapter suffers from thirst and black fury."

"This power has grown stronger with the passage of time, and it is embodied in every child of the Holy Blood."

"The Holy Blood Angels were Baal's strongest children, so they were the first to be cursed."

"When all the Holy Blood Angels have fallen, the curse will spread to every Son of Baal."

"Baal's people will die under the control of Bloodthirst and Black Fury. In the end, this dark force will even affect other worlds, or even the entire Empire."

“Is there anything I should do?” Morpheus asked.

Saint Gilles looked at Mephisto, his bright eyes revealing sorrow.

We grieve for the heavy burden and terrible fate that this poor offspring will bear.

"Morpheus, you must merge with the Black Angel, control its power, and tame it so that this power can be used for the Empire, and the Blood Angel will find peace."

"The price will be equally terrible. You will become synonymous with darkness, and all things will fear and hate you, but you cannot tell anyone about it."

Mephisto's eyes widened.

He has already given so much to the world, isn't that enough?

Are we going to make him continue to endure misunderstanding and suffering in silence?

“No!!” Morpheus said, “Take me away, Father.”

“I’m sorry.” Saint Gilles released Mephisto’s hand, took a step back, and repeated, “I’m sorry, my child. Live on, for humanity, for the Empire, and for me.”

"Stop talking."

Mephiston shouted and ran toward Saint Gilles.

"Father, take me away, please."

At that moment, a gush of bright red blood, seemingly from nowhere, erupted like a tsunami, engulfing Mephisto and choking him.

Saint Gilles sat once more on his throne, gazing down upon Mephistopheles, now submerged in a sea of ​​blood, his eyes still filled with endless sorrow.

"Go back; your duty is not yet fulfilled."

"The warp is in a turbulent time, and the Great Raiders have unleashed their uncontrollable power."

"The subspace and the real universe will be closely intertwined, but the High Heaven is not an evil hell; it has merely been corrupted."

"What we need to do is purify it and get everything back on track."

"Please forgive me for not being able to free you from your suffering. Humanity and the Empire both need you, Morpheus."

“No!” Mephisto shouted.

He struggled and tried to reach the archangel.

However, a crimson wave crashed down, and he was swept away and sunk into the blood.

Once Mephisto resurfaced from the sea of ​​blood and regained his footing,

Saint Gilles and the two angels have vanished, leaving only a surging sea of ​​blood.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Russell's voice.

“Come back, Mephisto, we need you.”

The sound kept repeating, like some kind of whisper.

A force appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Mephisto's limbs.

At this moment, the sea of ​​blood also began to churn, engulfing the chief think tank.

Under the influence of two forces, Mephisto was pulled back to the real world.

"He's back! Quick, control his limbs and inject him with the medicine."

The biological sage standing beside the modification platform spoke excitedly.

He ordered his servants to restrain the trembling Morpheus and injected him with a pre-prepared drug to repair the chief strategist's body.

It also introduces the energy of the star into the other person's body, thereby activating dormant bodily functions.