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

The undead warriors went mad.

They couldn't just stand by and watch their leader be captured like this.

But the players were already prepared.

Several players stayed behind to cover the rear, prepared to sacrifice themselves to buy time for the other players to evacuate.

"The Eternal Punishment warship has locked onto our coordinates, everyone move closer."

Bright arcs of light appeared beside Zhan Shuai.

Tiny bolts of lightning seemed to come alive, leaping and dancing around him.

"Let's go, let's get out of here first."

Jūjō and the twisted man pushed little Forgrim to the side of the Warmaster.

The undead warriors launched a relentless attack on the players, successfully defeating them.

But it was all too late.

A dazzling light appeared, enveloping Zhan Shuai and the others.

After the light faded, they left directly.

Only a group of undead lords and warriors remained on the spot, letting out desperate roars.

Tarasim's capture caused panic among the necromancy's high command.

As an assistant, Sennett stepped forward to take charge.

"The curator still has a backup in the world of Solemnas, so he can be resurrected in the world of the Tomb as soon as he dies."

After using this excuse to appease many high-ranking officials,

Sennett then ordered the remaining troops to continue using the dimensional wormhole to evacuate the planet that was about to fall.

When Little Fatty and the other players stormed in, the pyramid was already deserted, leaving only the collections that had not yet been moved.

This battle, which lasted for several months, has now come to an end.

News of the victory quickly reached Terra.

The news of the capture of a space necromantic overlord was like a bombshell, causing a huge uproar.

As soon as news of the expeditionary fleet's return to the solar system spread, countless people lined up at the port.

The loading and unloading channels were once blocked, making it completely impassable.

Qin Yun had no choice but to deploy the army to maintain order and prevent a catastrophic stampede.

Only when law enforcement officers wield stun batons and lead teams of officers in power armor can they deter fanatical crowds.

They were made to stand obediently outside the cordon. Several paths were cleared at the port platform to allow people who wanted to leave to depart smoothly.

When the warships of the punitive expeditionary force entered the harbor, the long-waiting crowd cheered.

When the players emerged from the warship with the captured space necromancer overlord...

The cheers were deafening and overwhelming.

The long-awaited state church personnel scattered flowers, taking the opportunity to praise the emperor.

It was common knowledge throughout the Empire that the Chosen Ones were the Emperor's retinue.

The welcoming ceremony was incredibly grand, and the participating players grinned from ear to ear, waving to the crowd.

Upon exiting the warship, they were inspected by specialized mechanical sages.

They were instructed to remove some of their strange decorations and put on their armor properly to avoid causing discomfort to the public.

This is Qin Yun's order.

After all, gamers are generally people who just want to have fun.

He was genuinely worried that these guys would put on a show of spinning around like giant birds at such an important event.

Just imagining that scene is enough to make one's vision go black.

As the chosen ones and imperial heroes received cheers and flowers from the people,

However, a group of people were secretly transported to the surface by black transport boats.

They were none other than Young Foghrim, and Masanor, the Shadowmoon Wolf, and other Astartes.

For certain special reasons, they cannot appear in public to avoid causing unnecessary public opinion storms.

“We were the main characters,” Massanor said, his voice tinged with sadness.

Before being taken away by Tarachin, he had enjoyed countless such welcoming ceremonies.

They walked proudly past the crowd, receiving cheers, flowers, and applause from the people.

Now, he's like a rat in the street.

They can only hide in the shadows and can no longer stand in the spotlight.

"Father, why? Why did you betray us? You loved the Emperor so much, and you swore to give your life for Him."

Masanor asked the question again and again, but no one could give him an answer.

They are the Shadowmoon Wolves, the Emperor's noble warriors.

But in this era, there is no place for them.

Little Foggrim also appeared gloomy.

If he appears in front of the public,

The Steel Hand Chapter, having lost its Primarch, will surely bring numerous sub-chapters to Terra to demand an explanation.

His true form personally severed the head of the Steel Hand Primarch.

This is a hatred the Steel Hand Chapter will never forget.

The black transport ship entered Terra silently and sent these people of special status to a secluded place for resettlement.

………………

Trajan, as commander of the royal guard, also participated in the celebration.

But his gaze would always unconsciously fall on those chosen ones.

These powerful chosen ones had all participated in the pilgrimage expedition and had visited the central hub of the network—the City of Miracles.

That was the main battlefield of the cyber war.

The Chosen Ones obtained many of the relics of the sacrificed Imperial Guards there.

These relics had been used many times and were damaged, which caused Tula great distress.

After the celebration ended, Trajan found Qin Yun and knelt before him on one knee.

“Sage, I wish to retrieve the relics in the hands of the Chosen Ones, which are suffering irreversible damage.”

"If it continues to be placed in the hands of the chosen ones, it will probably break down completely soon and be abandoned by them."

Qin Yun stopped what he was doing. "So, you want the Chosen Ones to hand over the relics they obtained?"

“Yes,” Trajan nodded. “So many of those guards sacrificed themselves; they deserve to be remembered by posterity. Let them leave a mark on this world, my sage.”

After thinking for a while, Qin Yun created a task.

Mission: Recover the remains of Imperial heroes who died in the ancient Internet Wars.

Trajan, the commander of the Custodian army, was overcome with grief upon seeing the Chosen One carrying the equipment of the Custodians who had died in battle.

He was heartbroken at the thought that the heroes of the Empire who fought to the last moment on the Internet for the Empire still had not been able to rest in peace.

It's time to bring our fallen heroes home.

Go to Trajan to register, and he will explain the details of the mission.

Mission Requirements: Bring back the remains or belongings of fallen Imperial Guards from the Netway. The mission score will be assessed based on their value.

Mission Reward: A One-Day Experience with the Imperial Guards (You can wear the Imperial Guards' golden armor, wield their unique halberds, and complete a day's mission in the Imperial Palace.)

Commission Rewards: The top ten contributors can enter the throne room and observe the emperor's majestic figure up close.

Top three contributors: Receive an extra Blood Game trial card (You can plan a thrilling infiltration, simulate killing the Imperial Guards along the way, and finally successfully reach the Golden Throne.)

First place on the contribution list: Gain access to the palace dungeon, serve as a jailer, and guard Abaddon's good brother, Kayan, for one day.

(You may take photos of all the above experiences, and the official photos will be sent to your personal email address.)

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"Sage, is this really going to work?" Trajan looked at the task with some uncertainty.

Qin Yun nodded, "Not only will it work, but those chosen ones will thank you."

Trajan looked puzzled.

But in the end, they made up their minds and sent out the task.

This task will appear in the taskbar as soon as it appears.

This immediately excited the advanced players who had just participated in the welcoming ceremony.

War General: "Ah, no, assassinate the Emperor? Is it that exciting?"

Jūjōrō: "@Zhanshuai, this mission suits you perfectly."

Little Fatty: "I witnessed the War General personally killing the Emperor."

Sea turtle: "Loken's terrier isn't allowed."

"This task allows you to take photos!"

"We have to make a big splash with this, to show off!"

"I'm going to find Trajan now. You two can talk slowly."

"Shameless, I'm going too."

"..."

Players are very enthusiastic about this mission.

They didn't even have time to arrange the subsequent banquet; they rushed off to take on the mission.

Due to the game mechanics, all missions are limited to a certain number of players.

First come, first served; slow and you'll miss out. If you're slow, you won't even get a drop of soup.

Trajan was initially a little apprehensive, as he was giving the chosen ones a task with the reward of a day's work as a member of the Custodian Guard.

That sounds a bit far-fetched!

Until he saw the Chosen Ones appear at the end of the corridor,

The way he looked at me was like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

"The commander of the Imperial Guards is there!"

"Charge! The mission is ours!"

"Don't try to take it, give me some face."

"........."

Seeing the Chosen Ones howling in relief, Turalyon breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems the mission to retrieve the remains of the Imperial Guards has been accomplished.

These Chosen Ones are really strange. Are they so happy to let them experience the life of the Imperial Guard?

Trajan stood there, pondering how to speak in a way that would be more imposing and authoritative.

He cleared his throat, preparing his words.

“Chosen Ones, you…”

The players were running too fast and couldn't stop in time, so they all crashed into us.

Trajan, who was preoccupied with thinking of words, was sent flying by the impact.

The dignified commander of the Imperial Guards slid seven or eight meters across the ground like that.