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

"Are these guys from Krieg?"

"He just yelled like that and charged out??"

"Is the battle over?" The Sage Adori, who had been hiding, peeked out from behind a cover.

Survival principle: Leave professional tasks to professionals; don't be foolish enough to get carried away and become cannon fodder.

Only after confirming that the Dark Eldar had been driven back by the Chosen Ones did the Sage Adori slowly emerge.

After observing the damaged camp, he opened a data interface.

"Repair protocol initiated."

“We need to rebuild the camp and make targeted preparations for any subsequent retaliation from the Dark Eldar.”

"........."

The players pursued the fleeing Dark Eldar for several days.

The entire Dark Eldar race was completely stunned!

They used to be the ones hunting down humans.

Now they are being hunted by humans.

This is utterly upside down!

The worst part is that those humans were incredibly happy, shouting as they chased after them.

"Run, little darlings! If you get caught, you'll be in big trouble."

"The faster you run, the happier we are."

"Bad uncle is coming, little pigs."

"........."

Later on, the fleeing Eldar were on the verge of collapse.

These humans are nothing but demons, a bunch of psychologically twisted freaks.

How could they possibly find pleasure in war and death?

…………

boom!

A red razor-wing jet aircraft was destroyed.

Several dark elves with black wings were instantly engulfed by flames and blasted into pieces.

Only Dick survived.

He belongs to the Scourge faction of the Carnage of Flesh and Bloodskull – Bloodwing.

This is a brilliant idea from Frasker.

Genetic technology was used to create a pair of black wings for the warriors, allowing them to soar freely in the air.

When the conspiracy group launches a surprise attack, Bloodwing members will seize air superiority.

Use your screams and speed to create immense psychological pressure on the enemy on the ground, leading to their defeat.

Dick flapped his wings, trying to drag his wounded body away from the place.

As soon as it took off, the roar of engines filled the air.

Upon hearing this sound, Dick panicked immediately.

The wound on his back also burst open at this moment, and the indescribable pain caused him to fall to the ground in a sorry state.

Realizing he could no longer fly, Dick looked around and took refuge in a nearby dilapidated skeletal structure.

He slowed his breathing, sealed his armor, and avoided the leakage of heat radiation and biological signals.

A short while later, the humans arrived.

They searched near the wreckage of the aircraft.

Dick didn't dare make a sound, hiding in the shadows and watching silently as they desecrated their companion's corpse and chopped off the dead man's head.

After they had done all that and made sure there were no survivors, they activated the thrusters and flew away.

Seeing the humans leave, Dick breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

saved!

The thought popped into Dick's head, and he was so excited he almost cried.

However, when he turned his head, he saw a pair of scarlet eyes.

An Astartes with a powered claw on its hand stood not far away, watching him.

Dick didn't know when the other person had arrived, nor how they had silently crept up behind him.

Perhaps he was too focused on the humans searching outside and overlooked the dangers in other directions.

“I am the Lord of the Night,” the Astartes said. “I have come for you.”

Then he lunged at Dick.

"Do not……"

Dick let out a terrified scream, then his voice abruptly stopped, and an eerie silence fell.

the other side,

Guerrero, the second-in-command of the conspiracy, was speeding towards the Comoros on a jet motorcycle.

There were originally twenty-eight members of the conspiracy group who escaped the battlefield with him.

But the humans relentlessly pursued them, and members of the conspiracy group were constantly falling behind and being killed along the way.

Now, Guerrero only has two samurai left by his side.

When I heard that ghostly engine roar sounding behind me again...

Guerrero looked terrified; the humans were catching up again.

I clearly circled around them many times and took many shortcuts, so why were they still able to catch up?

Guerrero was really about to break down.

For most creatures, the web is like a maze.

Once you're inside, it's hard to get out.

But these humans always managed to pinpoint their location precisely and catch up with them.

How did these guys even manage to do that?

Guerrero turned to the two remaining Conspiracy Knights and said, "You two go and stop them."

The two conspirators were very reluctant.

In this situation, attempting an interception mission would be a dead end.

But they had no choice but to turn the car around and rush into the fog to intercept the humans.

Two piercing screams were followed by a deafening explosion.

Clearly, the two conspiratorial warriors who blocked the way were already dead.

"Damn it, who exactly are these humans?!"

Guerrero had followed Frasker on countless raiding missions.

He was the one who always hunted down humans.

I never imagined that one day I would be hunted down by humans.

These humans are different from other humans; they experience no fear. Even if you kill them, you won't gather any fear or despair.

Faced with death, they laughed even more heartily than those brainless green sardines.

After rounding another bend,

Guerrero saw hope; Comoros was just ahead.

"You monster, you still want to escape?"

A voice echoed from the mist, and an invisible spiritual force yanked Guerrero backward, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

Guerrero got up and limped towards Comoros.

He could survive as long as he entered the Comoros.

boom!

The sound of a slug gun fired from behind.

After Guerrero was hit, he was sent flying.

Half of his body exploded, leaving him lying on the ground, barely alive.

In the fog,

Zhan Shuai and the other players slowly walked out and stood in front of Guerrero, watching the Dark Elf breathe his last in despair.

"Hang up his head, and this guy's too."

The War General took out Frasker's head from the warehouse.

“Good idea,” Jujiro agreed.

"........."

"We seem so arrogant." The twisted man looked at the Comoros in the distance, where he could already see the Dark Eldar approaching.

"Let's go."

After hanging the other person's head on the cross, the war commander summoned everyone to leave.

When the patrolling Eldar forces arrived,

All they saw were two heads impaled on spears and a banner written in blood.

This is what happens when you mess with humans. You are destined for elimination. Recognize your place, Aliens.

The news quickly spread throughout Comoros, causing a sensation among various factions.

Dark alleyways, secluded chambers, magnificent temples, etc.

This matter is being discussed throughout Comoros.

Asrubel Victor, the overlord of Comoros and the current ruler of the sinister conspiracy group, quickly learned the whole story from his agents.

"This is a provocation against my authority."

Victor immediately guessed the malicious intentions of those humans.

Comoros is a dog-eat-dog world, full of scheming and betrayal.

Once his authority is challenged by humans, he dares not retaliate.

Those ambitious individuals will seize the opportunity to launch an attack.

“They’ll regret messing with the Comoros,” Victor said coldly.

…………

The conflict that broke out online quickly reached Qin Yun's ears.

"These guys are really good at getting me into trouble, aren't they?"

"Going near the Comoros to kill the Dark Eldar and leaving them messages—isn't that just asking for trouble?"

Qin Yun gave a rant about these noob players.

But he didn't mean to blame him.

The Dark Eldar are already right in front of us, why are we still worried about this and that?

"The Comoros will certainly not let this go, but humans are not to be trifled with either."

"If you want war, then let's go. We can settle both the old and the new scores at the same time."

Qin Yun paced back and forth, pondering for a moment.