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

He turned to look at little Fogrim standing beside him.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary misunderstandings and public opinion,

After receiving the Emperor's blessing and having his humanity restored, young Fugrim donned a full set of black armor.

Clearly, the Emperor wanted to prevent him from following the same path as his original self.

In merging the fragments of humanity, he corrected Fogrem's flawed character, which was driven by a pursuit of absolute perfection.

Otherwise, given Forgrim's character flaws, he would never wear black armor; he would dress in the most flamboyant way possible.

"Captain," Qin Yun called out.

"Sage." Little Foggery stepped forward and bowed to Qin Yun.

"I'm giving you a mission," Qin Yun said. "Take a force into the Net Path. If the Dark Elf Clan dares to harass us, make sure they don't leave alive."

"We need to let those aliens know that humans are the masters of this galaxy."

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Chapter 220 Rebuilding the Internet and Saving the Emperor

Upon hearing Qin Yun's order,

Little Fugrim paused for a moment before asking again, unsure.

"Should I lead troops into the cyberspace?"

"Is there a problem?" Qin Yun asked.

"Are you sure it's me?" Little Foggery asked. "Aren't you afraid that the same thing will happen again?"

Qin Yun smiled and said, "The more you guard against something, the more likely it is to happen."

"Besides, you are you, and Forgrim is Forgrim; how can you lump them together?!"

“You have your own soul and thoughts; you are an independent individual. It would be extremely unfair to simply treat you as a substitute for someone else.”

"A person who has not committed a crime should never be defined as guilty."

Little Foggrim looked at Qin Yun, his face beneath the black helmet showing shock and emotion.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"Now I understand why your father chose you."

"It's probably because I'm handsome." Qin Yun took out a small mirror and examined his handsome face.

Little Foggrim: "…………"

Damn it! !

I really want to take back what I just said.

Trajan, standing to the side, also looked speechless.

This saint and those chosen ones are truly of the same style.

They always seem to be able to spout outrageous and jaw-dropping statements in the next second.

Or they might do something that would shock or confuse people.

Qin Yun put away the mirror and resumed his serious demeanor.

"Then are you willing to accept my orders and complete this task?"

“I do.” Little Foggrey nodded; he would prove his loyalty.

Qin Yun nodded. "I remember, little Forgrim. Weigh the pros and cons from a mortal perspective, and then use the Primarch's mind and power to formulate a plan of action."

"Everything we do has only one ultimate purpose: to benefit humanity."

"I see."

"Go."

After bowing, Little Fugrim turned and left.

“You’re taking too much of a risk, Sage. You shouldn’t let him hold military power.” Trajan walked up to Qin Yun after seeing young Forgrim leave and questioned him.

Young Foghrim was, after all, a copy of Primarch III, inheriting most of his memories.

In Trajan's view, even receiving the emperor's blessing was an unstable time bomb that could explode at any moment.

"The emperor trusted Horus so much, but in the end, didn't the Horus Rebellion still occur?"

Qin Yun did not intend to raise any genuine doubts.

"I only know one thing, and that is never to do things at the pace of your opponent."

“If we get caught up in who will betray us and who won’t, we’ll fall right into the gods’ trap.”

“We can’t compete with the gods in terms of scheming, intrigue, or trickery. They have plenty of time and energy to create trouble for us.”

"Break free from the conventional mindset of fighting the gods, and stop worrying about the gains and losses of a single city or battle."

"What we need to do is to continuously make the human empire stronger, develop all kinds of powerful technologies, and gain the power to fight against the minions of the gods, or even crush them, at the physical and subspace levels."

“I admire such insight,” Tarasin interjected. “He truly deserves to be called a sage; his vision is truly grand.”

“Alien.” Trajan looked at Tarasin, his gaze filled with hostility.

"Don't look at me like that. I am now an advisor to the saint."

Tarasin's tone carried a dark humor: "You should show me some respect."

"Enough, Tarasin." Qin Yun spoke before Trajan's face turned completely black, stopping Tarasin from further provoking the commander of the royal guard.

"Let's get back to the topic of the internet."

“Oh, Sage, do you have some ideas?” Tarasin asked.

"Humanity has mastered the technology of stargates, but this technology ultimately relies on subspace to be realized," Qin Yun said. "Once the subspace storm intensifies, the stargates will also be affected."

"The fact that the Eldar have been using the Web to travel throughout the galaxy over the years is enough to prove the Web's reliability."

"Are you planning to rebuild the network?" Tarasin guessed Qin Yun's plan.

"Yes." Qin Yun nodded, acknowledging Tarasin's guess.

"Besides the need for navigation, rebuilding the network channel has another important significance."

"The reason why the emperor has to sit on the golden throne is mostly because someone needs to seal the entrance to the Internet."

"If we can solve the problem of the Internet, the Emperor can get rid of the Golden Throne and stand up again."

After the Battle of Horus, Dorne, following the Emperor's final command, placed Him on the Golden Throne.

Many people believe that the golden throne prolongs the emperor's life.

The truth is quite the opposite.

It was a dying emperor who extended the life of the Golden Throne.

Only in this way can the subspace be suppressed and the Earth prevented from falling.

Although we don't know what the emperor will become after he stands up.

But if we continue sitting here, something bad will happen sooner or later.

The sooner this problem is solved, the higher the probability that humans and emperors will be able to land safely.

"To make the emperor stand up?"

"Is it really possible?"

Trajan's eyes widened, his voice trembling with excitement; he had unusually lost his composure.

But we can't blame him for this.

Qin Yun's words contained a great deal of information.

To allow the emperor to stand up—this was something we never dared to even dream of before!

“Theoretically, it is possible,” Qin Yun said. “If the emperor does not need to protect the Net Path, then he naturally does not need to sit on the Golden Throne anymore.”

"And the Emperor himself is immortal and has an amazing life regeneration ability. As long as He is no longer depleted, He can recover at an extremely fast speed."

“This is a very risky matter,” Tarachin poured cold water on the idea. “Your emperor tried the net way before; don’t forget how he failed. And the price of that failure was sitting on the golden throne.”

"Put away your arrogance, alien." Tula was somewhat annoyed.

This matter concerns whether the emperor can return to his people.

But this guy kept muttering to himself.

They're obviously aliens who can't stand to see humans doing well.

That kind of guy deserves to be stabbed to death with a spear.

“Control your emotions, Trajan. We are having a discussion. Tarachin is just stating the risks of this plan.” Qin Yun looked at Trajan, his tone stern.

If the Primarch or anyone else had said these words, Trajan would likely have retorted on the spot, and might even have accused them of betraying the Empire and harboring malicious intentions.

But when faced with Qin Yun, a saint, Trajan could only suppress his anger and dared not lash out.

The emperor pays more attention to the sage than to the original being.

Besides him, who else could make the emperor appear divine every few days?

Compared to saints, Guilliman, who was out there waging war, was practically an unwanted stepchild.

Guilliman couldn't get the Imperial Guards out of the palace, but the Sage said it was hard to say.

"I already told you to show me some respect, and now you've been scolded."

After Tarasin added a sentence in a low voice, he was met with a warning look from Qin Yun.

"I'm just telling the truth, is that wrong?"

Tarasin glanced to the side, his smug expression practically screaming "I'm going to whistle!"

"Xiling, come here for a moment." Qin Yun looked helpless and had no choice but to use his trump card.

"Master, what's wrong?" Xiling responded instantly, and the projection immediately appeared in front of everyone.

Tarasin, who was just smug a moment ago, immediately backed down.

Instinctively, I stepped back, wanting to get away from Xiling.

The body, shaped from active metal, even began to tremble inexplicably.

"Your Excellency Tarachin, why don't you stand a little closer? How can I show you respect if you stand so far away?"

Turajin looked at Tarasin, who was trying his best to make himself inconspicuous, with a half-smile.

There was a sense of vengeful pleasure in my heart.

Tarasin: "…………"

How wicked are humans.

But he didn't say anything more, and just stood there obediently, afraid of attracting too much attention from Xiling.

"Let's get back to the main topic and continue discussing the matter of the internet."

Qin Yun didn't want to get involved in their feud.

"To ensure the plan goes perfectly, I also invited another consultant to discuss it with us."

"Hiling opened the communication link with the prophet Casarith."

The projection appeared out of thin air, outlining the figure of Casares from the world of Usvi's Ark.

"saint."

"Space necromancers! How could such an evil being participate in our meeting??"

After Casaris bowed to Qin Yun, he saw Tarasin and his voice immediately rose.

"Please allow me to introduce you. This is the infamous Space Necromancer Overlord, the Endless One, Turalyon," Turalyon said 'kindly'.