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

A flicker of human struggle crossed Tarasin's metallic face.

"Let's withdraw the troops first."

Despite his reluctance, Tarasim knew that the undead army under his command was his foundation.

Even if the collection is lost, it can be collected again later, and there are several other museum planets.

The loss is significant, but still acceptable.

Once the legion is gone, his influence will plummet.

“Understood, Director.” Sennett bowed and turned to leave.

Before I had taken more than a few steps, I heard Tarasin's voice again.

"You can leave the other items behind, but remember to bring the original copy."

“Yes, curator,” Sennett replied.

…………

boom! boom! boom!

The explosions rang out continuously, deafeningly loud.

The terrifying explosion shook the earth, sending countless specks of dust billowing into the air before being pulled back down by gravity.

The players participating in the war showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, they were all extremely excited.

They rallied together and launched a final assault on the pyramids, determined to capture the last high ground.

"Brothers, this is the final battle. Capture Tarasin alive."

"Don't let that bastard get away."

"........."

Little Fatty sat upright in the cockpit of the Viking mech.

He was fighting while simultaneously reviewing the tactical instructions projected on the screen.

"Hey, you with the pigtails, go to sections B2-B3."

"On September 9th, you will go to support Area B."

Little Fatty kept giving orders.

Divide your comrades into small teams and use infiltration tactics to strike at the weak points in the enemy's defenses.

Whoosh!

A dark green beam of light suddenly streaked across the sky and landed on a mecha next to Little Fatty.

"Depend on!"

The player shouted.

Immediately following was a deafening explosion.

The terrifying explosion caused the ground to shake slightly.

Little Fatty looked in the direction from which the beam of light had come and found it to be a pyramid-shaped tomb with an obelisk.

The beam that overloaded and destroyed the Viking mech's shield was fired from it.

"Focus fire, destroy him first."

Little Fatty marked the obelisk as a target that must be destroyed.

The next second, several beams of light shot out and landed on the obelisk's shield, overloading it. Then, several missiles destroyed it.

"go ahead."

After destroying the obstacles, Little Fatty led the remaining Viking mechs to continue their advance.

The players then proceeded through the openings they had created.

On the other side of the battlefield,

Players from the Emperor's Bull and Horse Warband are infiltrating the battlefield.

Led by Zhan Shuai and Jujiro, an elite squad wearing Hellsoldier power armor that could make them invisible quietly infiltrated the pyramid.

Their purpose in coming here was to capture Tarahin alive.

Along the way, they encountered a squad of undead moving their collection and launched an attack.

After annihilating the entire undead squad, they had an unexpected bonus.

"Is this little Fogrim??"

Jujiro stared wide-eyed at the collection before him.

Within the static force field emanating an eerie green light, a sorrowful giant is imprisoned.

He had long white hair and an extremely handsome face.

He was tall, a head taller than the original Forged Warrior.

"This guy really put little Forgrim here?" Zhuge was also somewhat surprised.

They discussed this matter when the war first started.

It is generally agreed that little Fugrim cannot be placed on this planet, but will be placed in Tarasin's hometown.

Who would have thought that Tarasim would leave little Forgrim here?

Perhaps he was also afraid that his hometown would be raided, resulting in the loss of all his precious collections, so he kept them separate.

"Should we release him? Otherwise, once we leave, those undead will definitely take him away."

The sea turtle watched as the fallen undead soldier slowly disappeared, then asked its other companions.

“Forgrim is on the Chaos side. If he’s released, he might just turn against Chaos again,” the twisted man said. “Then, he’ll disrupt the game balance, and we’ll be in big trouble.”

"Little Fulgrim is loyal, isn't he?" Zhuge scratched his head.

“Even the Emperor never imagined Horus would betray us, did he? You can’t think about Warhammer’s storyline with normal logic,” the twisted man said.

"You're the boss, what do you suggest we do?" Jujiro looked at the team leader, Zhan Shuai.

Zhan Shuai was also a bit confused and couldn't make up his mind.

After some thought, he decided to leave the matter to the guide for judgment.

"Contact Xiling."

The other players exchanged glances and agreed with Zhan Shuai's decision.

The players of the Bull and Horse Squad had just reported the matter and were waiting for the guide's reply.

Tarachin has arrived.

Little Forgrim was his most prized possession.

Although it was just a copy of the original, it was still extremely precious to him.

"You damned thieves!" Tarasin shouted as he ordered his undead guards to attack.

"That damn metal skeleton was just about to come looking for you, and it delivered itself right to our doorstep. Brothers, let's go, grab him!"

And so, the two sides clashed and fought fiercely.

…………

Qin Yun, who was handling government affairs in Terra,

Suddenly, a mission screen popped up in front of me.

[Quest: Bring little Foggrim to the throne room]

As a clone of Forgrim, the younger Forgrim also possesses immense power, but unlike his former demonic originator who has betrayed him...

He remained loyal to the empire, uncorrupted by chaos.

Please take him to the throne room for a sacred baptism to completely eliminate any possibility of him being corrupted by chaos.

Rewards: A large amount of Faith, and a loyal Primarch-level Captain of the Guard (Your guard needs a sufficiently powerful leader to assist you in crucial moments.)

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Just as Qin Yun finished reading the mission details, Xi Ling's voice came through.

“Master, your little player has discovered a special artifact on the planet Tarasin.”

Qin Yun turned his head to look at Xiling and smiled, "Is that Little Fugrim?"

Xiling's projection showed a surprised expression, "Master, how did you know?"

“Master can foresee the future, of course he knows everything.” Qin Yun teased Xiling before continuing, “Tell them to bring little Fugrim back at all costs.”

“Yes, Master.” Xiling nodded.

"Forget it, let's give them a mission and reward them with a Sky Eagle Medal," Qin Yun said.

"Understood, Xiling will take care of it immediately."

Xiling's projection disappeared.

………………

Qin Yun had just finished speaking when

Players who were fighting Tarasim received the quest.

[Quest: Bring Little Foggrim back to Terra]

…………

Basic reward: ..., one Golden Eagle Medal.

Commission/reward: ...

】

"The Guide has given the order! Quickly, release little Forgrim!" Warmaster shouted after reading the mission.

"Quickly, stop them!" Tarasin ordered his soldiers to attack, but they were firmly blocked by the players, including Zhan Shuai.

The twisted man rushed to the stasis device, raised his warhammer covered in flashing lightning, and slammed it down.

boom!

A shockwave slowly spread out, and the static field flickered a few times before disappearing.

Time began to flow again for Little Fugrim, and countless noisy sounds instantly entered his ears.

His memory was still stuck on the moment when Fabius betrayed him to the aliens.

That damned, spider-like guy betrayed him.

At this moment, a scorpion-like vanquisher with three legs broke through the player's defenses and pounced on Little Fugrim, intending to control him.

Little Fogrim instinctively dodged, causing the opponent's attack to miss.

Then, he unleashed a punch, sending the heavy scorpion vanquishing into the distance, crashing into a wall and exploding into a pile of sparking debris.

Its terrifying power plunged the entire battlefield into a brief silence.

Little Fogrim looked up and immediately saw the alien that had used despicable means to bind him.

And the human warriors who were armed and fighting around him.

Even though Little Foggrim was just a clone, he still possessed an extraordinary mind.

It only took him a moment to understand the situation.

Then he began the killing.

P.S.: Sorry, I haven't been updating very well for the past few days.

Chapter 215 What? They want us to assassinate the Emperor?!

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