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

The City of Dawn is just as its name suggests.

Always shrouded in a hazy, morning glow,

If those buildings weren't in ruins, they would surely be breathtakingly beautiful.

Since the collapse of the Eldar Empire, Dawn City has been abandoned.

A mist shrouded the dilapidated ruins, which were thus forgotten.

Today is the only exception.

The influx of humans and Eldar left traces of smoke and fire on the dilapidated city.

The building, shrouded in mist, collapsed amidst the explosion.

The fragments of the spirit bone were stained with blood.

Scattered among the ruins were mangled corpses, a scene of utter carnage, like a hellish battlefield.

When Little Foggrim led the reinforcements into the battlefield...

The war was thus declared over.

What followed could no longer be called a war; it was more like a massacre.

Inside a Dark Eldar cruiser.

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

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

The man with the wrist roared as he slaughtered.

Its voice was like the roar of a terrifying, bloodthirsty beast.

He swung his chainsaw-axe relentlessly, the high-speed spinning teeth easily tearing apart the enemy's armor.

When they realized he was approaching, the Dark Eldar, who had always enjoyed instilling fear in people, were all terrified and turned pale.

He slashed through the entire warship, targeting the Dark Eldar who intended to ambush him.

They were all torn in two by the chainsaw axe in his hand.

Crimson blood was splattered all over the ground, leaving behind only severed limbs.

A group of well-equipped Dark Eldar escorted a Blood Elf as they fled towards the hangar.

When the man with the wrist gets close

Several members of the Elven race broke away from the group to engage in battle, hoping to buy time for their companions.

"nightmare?"

The old man immediately recognized what kind of Dark Elf race these people who came to stop him were.

Nightmares in the Comoros typically serve as mercenaries.

Like their counterparts in the Ark world, they are dedicated to pursuing superior skills and perfect kills.

In the mercenary market, the demand for Nightmare is extremely high.

Anyone with even a little status in Comoros would choose to hire them.

Nightmare's armor was covered in spikes, and his helmet was decorated with a bunch of horns, making them look like demons.

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

The Arm-Wrist roared as it charged toward the nightmares.

The enemy's movements exuded an elegance born of twisted cunning and treachery.

Every action carries a perverse tendency toward killing and suffering.

Clang~~

The sound of weapons clashing echoed.

At that moment, the man with the wrist fired his explosive pistol in his other hand.

There was a bang of a gunshot.

The nightmare's head exploded.

The whole process was too fast.

Even the Dark Eldar, known for their speed, couldn't react in time.

Wrist's kill count +1.

Whoosh!

A sound broke through the air,

Another nightmare, wielding a broadsword, slashed down at the Arm-Wrist Guy.

This broadsword, named the Clive Broadsword, is a power weapon and a favorite among nightmares. A masterpiece of extreme sharpness, it can easily slice through steel.

After dodging, the man with the wrist used his chainsaw axe to slice open the other man's body.

The splattered blood made his armor even redder.

The other nightmares swarmed in.

But in no time, they were slaughtered and scattered by the old man.

A nightmare, now only half a body, struggled to crawl into the distance, desperate to survive.

But the old man stomped on his head and crushed it.

"Still trying to run? Today, your head will belong to the Emperor."

The old man swung his battle axe, flicking the blood off the blade.

Then they set off to chase after the departing Bloodthirsty Man.

Wearing the Hellsoldier power armor, he looked somewhat bulky, but his speed was astonishing.

A short while later, he saw the group of Dark Spirits again.

Upon seeing him, they screamed in terror.

A single Nightmare Squad is enough to hunt down the most powerful creatures in the galaxy.

But he couldn't last three minutes against that guy.

Is this still human?

Could it be that Khorne has possessed him?

Several dark spirits, their bodies wrapped in chains and spikes, pounced.

The Arm-wielding Elder didn't stop; he rammed into one of the Dark Eldar like a heavy tank.

After a dull thud,

The dark Eldar who collided with the Arm-wielding Elder

He was thrown away by the brutal impact.

It made a dull thud when it hit the wall.

Upon landing, the armor, riddled with bone spikes, developed shocking cracks.

The entire chest cavity was sunken in.

The dark elf struggled several times, trying to stand up, but was unable to do so and eventually lost all life.

The man with the wrist repeatedly pulled the trigger.

boom! boom! boom!

Gunshots rang out continuously.

The explosive bombs poured out, tearing the bodies of those Dark Spirits to shreds in an instant.

The sheer joy of mowing down enemies with unparalleled skill made the old man let out an excited howl.

The Blood Spirits and other members of the Dark Spirit Clan looked at each other with increasing terror.

"Quick, stop him, stop him!"

Master Bloodlust kept urging his men to buy him time.

But this approach was pointless; they couldn't stop the crazed, murderous gangster.

The last Dark Eldar who lunged forward was swiftly beheaded by him.

On the battlefield, which resembled a demon's lair, only the Bloodthirsty Man and the Wrist Elder remained.

The Blood Sculptor, also known as the Lord of Pain, is a terrifying and insane dark Eldar flesh sculptor, the most horrific torture master in the galaxy.

They are the remnants of the ancient Eldar Empire, possessing withered and terrifying bodies, and having a fanatical pursuit of torture and pain.

The Bloodthirsty Human standing before the Arm-Wrist was like a spider, possessing multiple segmented limbs.

Each limb was fitted with instruments of torture, including saws, scalpels, claws, and syringes.

That look, if you put it in a horror movie, would make the horror movie boss cry his eyes out.

“Now you can scream.” The Arm-Wrist looked at the Bloodthirsty Man, his tone mocking.

The Bloodthirsty Master was both furious and terrified.

Fear of the other's power, and anger at the other's mockery.

"Monkeys, you will pay for this."

Even in a state of fear, the Bloodthirsty Man's voice possessed an indescribable malice.

Just as the old man was about to make a move, he felt something strange about the battle axe in his hand.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered several bright red runes outlined in blood on the axe's surface.

The blood that was originally stained the axe was strangely absorbed by these red runes.

The axe blade exuded an aura of thirst for blood and slaughter.

At this time, a golden light curtain appeared.

Name: Bloodthirsty Battle Axe

The Machine Soul attracted the attention of a being in the subspace who represented both slaughter and blessing due to its excessive killing.

The more it kills, the stronger it becomes.

Skill: Kill Aura (Each kill grants an aura boost, increasing kill efficiency)

Skill: Bloodlust (Even if the battle axe is damaged, it can be repaired through killing)

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"Can weapons in this game be upgraded?!"

The old man was somewhat surprised.

He never imagined that the machine spirits of the Warhammer universe could be blessed.

This is still a science fiction world!!

Meanwhile, Khorne, in the Brass Realm, looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

At that moment, he felt like a genius.

Khorne felt that the authority representing wisdom should be given to him, not to that useless blue bird.

No matter how hard the cursed person tried to defend themselves, they probably never expected this move!

Since the chosen one cannot bless, then bless his equipment.

To prevent the relatives of the outsiders from throwing away the blessed weapons

He deliberately removed the corrupted part from the blessing.

It leaves only the warp authority effect of pure war and slaughter.

This was just the beginning; he intended to gradually corrupt the hearts of these outsiders' families with sweet words and promises.

Then, with one shot, they were snatched away.