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

All eyes fell on Tarachin, instantly causing this space necromancer overlord to break out in a cold sweat.

The others are fine.

It was mainly Xiling's gaze that made him feel immense pressure.

Trajan, you wicked human being!

“Tarasin is now my advisor,” Qin Yun said, “providing me with advice on physics and technology.”

“Sage, this despicable race is not worth your cooperation. The best way to deal with these guys is to execute them directly.”

"They are largely to blame for how badly the galaxy has become."

Casarith looked at Tarasin, making no attempt to hide his malice.

“Do you think you’re worthy of our cooperation?” Tarachin retorted. “We didn’t create the Eye of Fear. On the contrary, we repaired the rifts and saved the galaxy.”

“You are the ones who started the war in Heaven!” Casarith shouted.

"So what? Who in the galaxy is clean? Didn't you wage war? Didn't you destroy those civilizations that tried to provoke you? Stop pretending to be innocent."

Tarachin retorted without hesitation.

He'd been arguing with the astrologer Eurycan for so many years, his tongue had become incredibly sharp.

Taking down an Eldar prophet is a piece of cake.

Speaking of Eurycan, when are we going to tie this guy up and have him serve the saint together?

Tarachin suddenly remembered something.

That is, Eurycan was unwilling during the transformation of the organism.

After he completed the conversion, he tied up Euricane, who was unwilling to convert, and threw him into the conversion furnace.

Otherwise, Euricane would have been gone long ago.

"Eurican is so lucky to know me. He's the first person I think of when something good happens," Tarasin thought to himself, giving himself a silent thumbs-up.

"That's enough. I brought you all here not to argue."

Under Qin Yun's stern reprimand,

The tense standoff between Talasi and Casarith finally ended.

Qin Yun looked at Casaris, "I plan to restart the Network Channel project. Can the Eldar provide technical support?"

Casarith looked troubled.

"After the destruction of our empire, the relevant network technology was lost long ago. The Eldar can only use the network now and cannot build new networks."

Tarasin was about to make a sarcastic remark when he saw Qin Yun's stern gaze sweep over him, so he could only give an awkward smile.

“There’s no need to build new waterways for the time being,” Qin Yun said. “At this stage, we just need to repair some main passages and increase the speed of navigation.”

"My plan is to first have humanity establish an efficient navigation network using stargates and network channels."

The communication network problem has been solved; now the most important issue is navigation.

Even with the guidance of a lighthouse,

The raging warp storms in the warp made it extremely difficult for the Imperial fleet to sail.

Qin Yun wanted to build star gates in some important locations and repair the important network channels to make them usable, thereby relieving the pressure on the Golden Throne.

Casarith also showed a pessimistic expression.

"Even so, it's still troublesome. Nowadays, the web is filled with various forces, including the space necromancers and the Chaos, each of which controls many branches."

“Nothing in this galaxy is simple,” Qin Yun said. “I’ve made my decision and hope the Eldar of the Usvi Ark can provide some technical support.”

“I will pass this on to the Ark Council,” Casaris said.

"........."

Qin Yun explained his plan in detail.

At this stage, building new network tunnels is not feasible. What we can do is repair and patch up the existing network tunnels and then put them into use.

Trajan was somewhat dissatisfied with this.

He felt he should lead an army and sweep through the land like the emperors of old, forcing the emperors to step down from their thrones.

Qin Yun rejected this idea on the spot.

Trying to emulate the emperor's all-or-nothing approach to online gaming is far too risky.

We can only make repairs and try to make repairing the network channel a profitable business.

Taraxin will provide some knowledge and technology regarding the control of warp life.

This allows the Empire to build fortresses and strongholds within the network to fight against demons.

Casaris would then request the Usvi Ark world to provide them with technology for shaping spirit bones using psionic energy.

Based on these technologies, Xiling will refine a feasible repair plan.

At that time, the Mechanical Repair Guild will repair and maintain some major waterways, and construct entrances and exits to ensure the safe navigation of Imperial ships.

If all else fails, you can also navigate using the Geller force field.

Navigating within the network at least allowed them to avoid the terrifying subspace storms.

On the Imperial Glory side...

After the communication ended, Casaris left the communications room.

Mandela and the other war shamans had been waiting for them outside for quite some time.

When asked what they had talked about, Casaris did not hide anything and told them everything.

“In the end, they’re not on our side.” A soldier said, his voice full of disappointment. “Humans actually cooperate with the Necromancers in space. You know, they are our eternal enemies.”

“Don’t dwell on that,” Casares shook his head. “We need to focus on something else: they need to repair the network to meet navigation requirements.”

"This is absolutely fantastic news for the Eldar."

"What do you mean?" Mandela asked, puzzled.

"Think about it, if humanity and the undead in space fall in the battle against the gods, who will be the biggest winner?" Casarus asked his fellow racemate beside him.

“Naturally, it’s our race.” A member of the Spirit Race next to him blurted out without hesitation.

“When our race regains control of the galaxy and repairs the Web, it will naturally be ours.” Casaris said, with an air of complete control.

"A prophet's insight is truly remarkable."

After listening to Casares's words, Mandela's eyes revealed admiration.

He truly deserves to be called a prophet; his vision is both far-reaching and profound.

They do not concern themselves with temporary gains or losses, but only with long-term, lasting achievements.

………………

The network is intricate and complex, with countless branches.

In ancient times, it connected the entire Milky Way.

Of course, even with the abilities of the ancient saints,

It's also impossible for every planet to be connected point-to-point; a central hub is needed for circulation.

Among the many paths connecting the City of Darkness to the City of Miracles, there is a crucial hub that must be passed through—the City of Dawn.

Victor, the overlord of the Comoros, could not possibly remain indifferent to such provocation.

He immediately mobilized numerous conspiracies in the Comoros to exact revenge on humanity.

Let those monkeys know who the true master of the galaxy is.

The Dark Eldar of Comoros have maintained the decadent lifestyle of the late Eldar Empire, considering themselves the true descendants of the Eldar.

They look down on most races in the galaxy.

Humans pursued the enemy to the outskirts of the Comoros and killed members of the Flesh and Blood Skull Conspiracy.

They even left behind provocative words.

This undoubtedly touched a raw nerve with them.

An empire built by a monkey dares to challenge the master of the galaxy; he's truly courting death.

Therefore, the Dark Eldar of Comoros eagerly signed up.

They quickly assembled an army, intending to retaliate against humanity.

Their only route is the City of Dawn.

Meanwhile, a large group of players, led by Zhan Shuai, were waiting here.

After hunting down the escapees of the Flesh and Blood Skull Conspiracy, they went back to replenish their weapons and ammunition.

Because everyone has purchased dimensional space.

So they all appear to be traveling light, but in reality, they are all mobile ammunition depots.

After receiving the network map from Xiling, the War General quickly devised an ambush plan, intending to give Comoros a shock from the Chosen Ones.

"I didn't realize you'd learned such good strategy in all this time. You even know how to ambush these Dark Elf race members."

Jūjōrō spoke up in the team channel and tagged Zhānshū.

War Commander: "We humiliated those guys so badly, how could those Dark Spirits not retaliate?"

"This is a big fish, brothers, we can't let them get away."

"Start assigning tasks now, all teams, start data sharing."

"The target has passed through area B and is moving towards area C on the map. It is expected to enter the time trap in three minutes."

"Once their ships enter the trap, we'll strike. Don't hold back with ammunition; bomb them like madmen."

"It doesn't matter if the small fish and shrimp escape, but not a single Dark Elf warship, which is the big fish, will be allowed to escape."

"For the Emperor, brothers."

P.S.: Another long chapter of 5,000 words, hehe, do you guys still have any votes?

I wouldn't dare call it a "bursting out" of updates; writing 10,000 words a day is truly exhausting.

But I still shamelessly ask for votes; I'm just a few hundred short of three thousand.

Today there are no judges, let us share the Second Empire.

Chapter 221 All Four Gods Are Drooling

In order to take revenge on humanity,

Comoros is making quite a show of force this time.

Five warships were dispatched.

One cruiser and four frigates.

It's important to know that in previous raids, the Dark Eldar always operated with a single ship.

The pursuit is all about speed.

They never engage in direct combat with Imperial forces, prioritizing maximizing their gains.

Alongside the fleet, numerous razor-wing fighters, Reaper gunships, and other aircraft also flew.

This scale is quite impressive; it shows how much respect those humans who have entered the online world have received.

The council chamber inside the cruiser

The walls of this magnificent hall are crafted from precious gemstones, connecting to a sloping ceiling inlaid with indestructible ruby ​​panels.

The light emitted by the giant chandelier, after passing through it and entering the hall, turned into a blood-red hue.

A choir known for its melancholy is performing their signature act on stage.

Numerous human slaves are being tortured by the Bloodlust and his henchmen.

The cries of agony from the tormented slaves formed a beautiful chorus.