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

Even a clone is far beyond what an ordinary person can compare to.

The players, including Zhan Shuai, stared in disbelief as little Fogrim lunged at the enemy.

His fist, as if forged from steel, slammed into the undead warrior, producing a resounding clang of metal against metal.

The space necromancer was sent flying as if it had been hit by a 180 km/h rocket.

The chest, cast from molten metal, has visible dents.

A serpentine vanquisher darted swiftly across the battlefield, then lunged at Little Fogrim.

The lower body of this exterminator is a metallic, serpentine form, ending in a sharp dagger.

The upper body consists of two pairs of arms, one pair of which ends in sharp metal claws, while the other pair holds a phase greatsword that emits a ghostly green light.

After dodging the Serpent Exterminator's attack, Little Fogrem circled around to its rear.

The strong, powerful hands gripped the smooth, metallic snake's body.

With a sudden tug, he easily lifted the other person up and swung him around like a weapon, instantly knocking down seven or eight undead warriors who surrounded him.

After swinging it around a few times to build up potential energy, Little Fugrim let go, sending the snake-like destroyer flying and smashing down the charging enemy.

The players of the Bull and Horse Squad were dumbfounded.

Those undead soldiers were nothing but weaklings in front of Little Forgrim, and were utterly routed.

"Are the replicas of the Primarch this powerful?"

"I also want to be a Primarch. I wonder if the game will have the option to advance to a Primarch?"

"Damn it, I have to challenge him."

"........."

A necromancer wielding a phase sword charged toward young Forgrim.

He was taller than the necromancer, and the patterns on his body were more intricate.

His eyes shone with a green light, and he held a scepter engraved with ancient necromancy patterns.

"How dare you be so presumptuous in front of us? When we roam the stars, you are nothing but a bunch of uncivilized monkeys."

The undead lord roared as he swung his scepter, the tip of which glowed, at little Forgrim.

Little Forgrim dodged the attack and grabbed the opponent's scepter.

"We are uncivilized monkeys, and what are you? A pathetic bunch of metal skeletons?"

Little Forgrim seized the other's scepter.

First, pull forward, and when the other person tries to pull harder...

He let go again, causing the other person to lose their balance and stagger backward.

He then rushed forward and delivered a follow-up kick, knocking the other man to the ground.

The next second, he used the same trick again.

He grabbed the necromancer lord's metal ankle, swung him high into the air, and then slammed him to the ground.

boom!boom!

The sound of the metal body hitting the ground continued to echo, deafeningly loud, leaving shocking cracks in the ground.

The necromancer lord's body also developed shocking cracks.

After confirming that the undead lord was incapable of resistance,

Little Fugrim casually tossed the other person aside.

"It's not true that the longer you live, the stronger you become."

"You're still roaming the stars? That's because you haven't encountered humans yet."

"A bunch of pathetic metal skeletons, this is no longer your time."

Little Fugrim's mouth was like poison; a few words were enough to break the necromancer lord's guard.

"monkey!"

The necromancer roared in a hoarse voice, then struggled to stand up.

Just as he braced himself with his hands on the ground, Little Foggrim kicked the guy away.

Let him crash into the wall in the distance.

With a loud bang, the undead lord fell apart.

Little Fugrim looked up and saw Tarasin looking at him, so he strode over to her.

"Damn it! Stop him! Stop him for me!"

Talathin ordered his personal guards to stop young Forgrim.

Little Foggrim clenched his fist.

A series of banging sounds echoed in the air.

With only his fists, he fought his way through the Holy Guard and stood before Tarasin.

"You're the one who arrested me."

Little Forgrim's eyes burned with rage; the anger of being betrayed made him eager to find a target to vent his frustration on.

“This is a deal. Fabius gave you to me.” Tarasin gripped his scepter, confronting young Vorgrim.

Even with his sturdy metal body, Tarasin knew perfectly well that he was no match for a Primarch.

Primarchs are the pinnacle of genetic creation, incorporating the power of the warp. Once fully awakened, they possess power comparable to that of a god.

He was simply an old scholar who loved archaeology.

“I will go to him, but for now, I need to collect some interest first.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Little Forgrim launched an attack on Tarasin.

His movements were so fast that they created afterimages in the air.

A punch was thrown, creating a sonic boom in the air.

He doesn't need weapons; his fists are enough for him to defeat all the enemies here.

In just two rounds, Tarasin was sent flying and crashed into the wall.

His metallic body nearly cracked open.

Green coolant flowed out along the crack, just like his blood.

Several Holy Guards rushed over to shield their master from young Forgrim.

Taking advantage of the situation, Tarasim produced a cube whose surface was engraved with endless necromantic runes.

A unique, ethereal green glow emanated from the box.

"Let them all become my collection."

Tarasin unlocked the box.

A beam of light erupted forth and spread rapidly.

In an instant, time and space ceased to flow, and everything fell into a state of stillness.

Tarasin smiled.

In the end, he won.

But the next second, the Chosen Ones, who should have stopped moving, started moving again.

"Luckily, Xiling was there, otherwise we would have been tricked."

The warlord felt somewhat fortunate.

They were wearing the Hellfire Elite Power Armor developed by Xiling.

In addition to its excellent performance, this power armor can also borrow some of Xiling's power at crucial moments.

When they were controlled by the static force field released by the dimensional cube in Tarachin's hands...

Xiling then activated the Hell Vanguard's spacetime device, granting players a unique spacetime field that allows them to move freely within the static force field.

"This is impossible! How could you possibly do this!" Tarasin, usually so composed, sounded flustered.

He never imagined that his foolproof trick would fail him.

It's worth noting that Latitude Cube uses technology from Star God.

How could humanity possibly crack the technology of the Star God?

This is not scientific?

Doesn't this defy common sense about the universe?

Zhan Shuai and his men surrounded Tarasin.

“Now, it’s time for reckoning, Tarasin.”

"Surrender, you can't escape."

"Endless One, you don't want this either..."

Holding his scepter, Tarasim looked at the Chosen Ones surrounding him, made a snap decision, and launched an attack.

After a fierce battle, he was pinned to the ground, unable to move.

"Next time, I won't lose."

Tarasin shouted,

Immediately afterwards, he wanted to free his mind and escape.

Zhan Shuai quickly took out a collar device and put it on the other person's metal neck.

With a click, the collar automatically locked, and fine metal tentacles grew and attached themselves to Tarasin's body.

Immediately afterwards, a jumble of disordered code appeared in Tarachin's eyes.

His mind and thoughts were trapped inside his body, unable to break free.

"How could you possibly possess such technology?"

Tarachin was truly panicked this time.

Using his escape ability to flee the battlefield is his ultimate survival tactic.

Now, it's malfunctioning!!

How can this be? ?

"You've made so many trips before, did you really think we wouldn't be prepared this time??"

Tarachin's substitution tactics were a major annoyance to the War General and his team.

After finally defeating one, it turned out to be an avatar.

Defeat the other, or the avatar.

Taraxin is a master of the survivalist path; it would be a shame if he didn't transmigrate to a world of immortals to cultivate immortality.

The twisted man took the dimensional magic from Tarasin's hand, shut it down, and allowed time and space on the battlefield to flow again.

The changes in all things in the world have once again returned to an unstoppable path.

Everything that had been stopped was rushing to make up for the few seconds that had just been lost.

Almost instantly, everything happened.

Little Foggrim regained his mobility.

The fist, which had been paused, fell and slammed into a Holy Guard, sending him flying and crashing into the distance with a thud.

"Mission accomplished. Have the Eternal Punishment warship teleport us away."

Rescuing little Fugrim and capturing Tarashin, both mission objectives have been achieved.

Zhan Shuai and other players decided to leave the battlefield.

They established communication with the warships in orbit, requesting to be teleported back.