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

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The warriors of the conspiracy kept shrieking.

They intended to use the cruelest methods to torture and kill any humans who dared to ambush them.

However, they underestimated the players' combat capabilities.

It's important to know that those involved in this gang-fighting were all high-level players.

Not only does it possess multiple imperial blessings, but it also wears power armor designed and forged by the Star God.

Not only are they stronger, but their speed far surpasses theirs.

Compared to these players, those conspiratorial warriors were hardly any better than those weak mortals.

"For the Emperor, for Tifa in the 3D zone."

The commander shouted incomprehensible slogans and charged into the enemy ranks.

This time, he wielded a greatsword, swinging it incredibly fast.

A mere graze will cause injury, a direct contact will kill.

It was like slicing through melons and vegetables, the blade cutting through everything in its path.

In just a moment, it took the lives of those Dark Spirits.

"Feel the wrath of the warp, you fools."

"Kill them all. Only the strongest survive."

"To be, or not to be, that is the question."

"Such a small amount of blood is not enough to pay off the debt."

Holding a scepter, Jujiro uttered pretentious quotes in a low voice as he went on a killing spree.

He could effortlessly wield subspace skills such as fire, lightning, and brain explosion, unleashing their exaggerated power.

In just a moment, the Dark Spirit Clan was slaughtered, leaving a trail of blood and corpses in their wake.

The thirteenth prince was also rampaging around inside the warship.

With Oglin's terrifying physique and astonishing psionic talent,

He easily slashed through the ranks of the Conspiracy Warriors, Witch Spirits, and other Dark Elven race.

Then, he changed direction again and charged towards the routed Dark Elf race.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!"

The man wielding a chainsaw and axe shouted excitedly.

In a single exchange, he cleaved eight Dark Elf warriors in two.

Crimson blood gushed out, a truly gruesome sight.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!"

"Blood sacrifice to the throne, head to the God Emperor."

Experiencing the joy of mowing the lawn, Wanlao became even more excited.

His performance was clearly seen by Khorne, the God of War, within the Brass Realm.

How pure is the joy that comes from killing.

Just looking at it makes Korne's mouth water.

What a wonderful recipient of blessings!

If we could recruit him, he would definitely be no worse than Kahn.

With proper training, he might be able to rival Anglon.

"There's no good end to hoarding food for yourself."

Khorne stared at the black sun, endless rage burning in his eyes.

Such a promising talent should be handed over to him.

It would be a complete waste to put it in this guy's hands.

"I need to get Erebus done with the work." Khorne thought of Erebus.

Kahn and Angron are both thanks to this guy.

Who knows, this guy might surprise me again.

He didn't ask for much.

Just bring this Pure World Devourer and that Winged Saint over here.

As for Guilliman, it would be best to get him, but it's okay if we don't.

Upon realizing this, Khorne did not hesitate and immediately sent an oracle to Eribus.

In the Crystal Maze,

Tzeentch was also keeping an eye on the families of these outsiders.

The arrival of these individuals caused the power of the change authority to continuously increase.

His own strength grew day by day, becoming increasingly powerful.

It's already showing signs of becoming the number one among the gods.

What a great source of amusement these mutant families are!

It would be a waste to put it in the hands of the cursed.

Only by using things in your own hands can you make the most of them.

"It's time to get Irebas doing the work."

Tzeentch also thought of Erebus.

Although this bad seed is not very intelligent, it is still very useful as a tool.

Let him enter reality and become your leverage.

This time, he wants the one with wings and the clever Oglin.

Guilliman can give it to others.

Slaanesh also gave the Oracle of Erebas.

Look at the families of these outsiders—they're happy fighting, happy killing, and happy being killed. Definitely promising prospects!

Take them into the Sixth Ring of Joy and nurture them well.

They've sent out incredibly talented people!

It would be such a waste to put it in the hands of the cursed.

He didn't want much; he just wanted the little nun who screamed when she killed someone and the one with wings.

Guilliman and the like can be given to someone else.

"Everyone should join my garden."

Neggu didn't hesitate for long.

They also gave the Oracle of Eribas.

Anyway, since the other three gave it to me, I'll give it to myself too.

If we get the benefits, we'll share them.

He just wants those mushroom growers and that winged one.

Guilliman can be given to someone else.

The Chaos Gods, unusually united, decided to use Eribas to advance a new plan.

The cursed one took too much.

This does not align with the original intention of achieving common prosperity in the subspace.

The black sun, as always, floated silently in subspace.

The scorching flames blocked all the blessings from the gods.

The players were completely unaware of what was happening in the warp.

They were still cheering and wreaking havoc inside the Dark Eldar warships.

The representatives of the conspiracy initially tried to stabilize the situation, launch a counterattack, and annihilate the players.

However, as imperial reinforcements arrived on the battlefield, they abandoned their plans and decisively chose to flee.

Because the Empire sent two battleships, and more than a dozen cruisers and frigates.

Hundreds of thousands of Astral Army soldiers,

There were also thousands of original Astartes and Imperial Guards.

Such a force is enough to grind them to dust a dozen times over.

Melissa, a sorceress, was on a gunboat that was destroyed in the fierce battle.

She fell to the ground in a sorry state, and although she was seriously injured, she barely survived.

However, as soon as she got up, a fully armed human soldier appeared in front of her.

The enemy's gun was pointed at her head, and a shoulder cannon emitting a detection array beam was also locked onto her head.

Several drones, also equipped with guns and cannons, were hovering nearby, locking onto her as well.

If she makes the slightest move, she will become a headless corpse.

When did human soldiers' firepower become so advanced?

Is this still the empire she knows?

Just then, a loud explosion was heard.

The massive warship slowly plummeted to the ground.

A series of explosions and towering flames destroyed large areas of the skeletal structures.

The Dark Eldar forces were utterly routed.

Those who survived were all trying to escape the battlefield.

"Kneel down and put your hands behind your head."

The human soldier shouted at Melissa.

Melissa complied under the threat of a gun; she was forced to kneel and raise her hands.

The other party put electronic shackles on her hands and feet before allowing her to stand up.

Melissa stood up and looked around, her face blank.

Humans were everywhere, and each one was armed to the teeth.

She couldn't understand what the humans were shouting, nor did she know how many of them there were.

All we know is that they are everywhere on the battlefield; they can leap and dart, appearing and disappearing like ghosts.

Before setting out, the Comorian leaders all stated that the battle would not last long.

The Dark Eldar will defeat humanity with overwhelming military power.

In just a few days, they will be able to sit in human fortresses, enjoying delicious food and witnessing the despair and suffering of their captives.

A darkly humorous thought popped into Melissa's mind.

The battle did indeed proceed very quickly, just as the bigwigs had predicted…

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Chapter 222 Let the Comoros Burn