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

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Cursed one, what can you use to fight against my unparalleled wisdom?

The man with the wrist had no idea what was going on.

"Could it be that the authorities have come up with a new trick?"

"Forget it, let's finish the game first and then talk about it."

The Bloodthirsty Man, who was not far away, could also sense the change in the battle axe, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

The Dark Eldar do not use psionic energy, but they still retain a constitution that is highly sensitive to it.

He could sense that the battle axe had been blessed by the great power of chaos.

To be honest, he had never seen anything like this before.

A powerful being of Chaos usually bestows blessings upon the person themselves; how could they possibly bestow blessings upon a weapon?

This is too bizarre; there's definitely something wrong with these humans!!

The old man looked again at the Blood Spirit standing not far away.

Why haven't you screamed yet?

"Don't even think about it." Bloodthirsty Man glared at Wrist-Wrist Man.

He was born in the Eldar Empire before the Great Cataclysm and was an extremely powerful nobleman.

The guy in front of me is nothing more than a monkey who wields brute force.

He would never allow his dignity to be trampled on; even in death, he would maintain his noble demeanor.

Thirty seconds later,

The Bloodthirsty Master screamed.

"No! Don't do this!!"

"I beg you."

Bloodlust people generally possess methods of resurrection.

However, the battleaxe blessed by Khorne possesses extreme destructive power.

It can sever the so-called resurrection and shatter the soul.

Faced with real death, the proud Bloodlust pleaded for mercy like the lowly slaves he had tortured.

"It's so frustrating. I still prefer your defiant attitude from earlier. Can't you just stay like that for a moment?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the roaring battle axe slashed across the opponent's head.

Thump! The head hit the ground with a dull thud, rolled on the bone floor, and finally crashed into a step.

Thus, a master of blood-themed performances fell from grace.

…………

The lower deck of the Dark Eldar warship.

The thirteenth brother swung his fist, which was as big as a sandbag.

With a single punch, he tore a Dark Elf to pieces.

Then, several more Dark Elf race members rushed over.

"You bunch of trash, you think you can ambush the clever Oglin?!"

The thirteenth prince raised the scepter in his hand.

A sudden burst of violent psionic energy erupted, unleashing endless lightning that instantly reduced them to charred remains.

The charred corpse lay on the ground, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

The thirteenth prince strode past the corpses and stood before a gate inscribed with ancient spirit race script.

After punching the control device to pieces, the door slowly opened.

A foul, fishy smell emanated from inside.

The players' armor automatically activated its filtering system, which prevented them from vomiting.

Behind the main gate was a torture chamber.

The shelves on the wall were densely packed with instruments of torture.

Many corpses, tortured to death, or unfortunate people still alive, were hung up by chains and hooks.

It was hung from the ceiling, tied to a cross, or...

Seeing the scene inside the torture chamber,

Players only think of movies like Saw and Cannibalism that they've seen before.

It really can be categorized as a children's TV show, similar to Teletubbies.

Many scenes in the torture chamber

If you take a photo and upload it to a real-world website, you will immediately cross the line.

Not only will it be blocked, but it might also be investigated.

Using human words to describe the cruelty of the torture chambers seems so pale and powerless.

"There are reasons why this game is in closed beta and why the game company's address is not being disclosed."

"If this game's content were released, parents would probably overthrow the game company and then drag the developers out and beat them up."

Players like Lee Sin felt a chill run down their spines.

This game is incredibly daring!

They really make all sorts of content!!

Fortunately, the gaming helmet has an emotional insensitivity protection system.

Furthermore, they have all been upgraded to Primal Forged, possessing powerful willpower, which enables them to face such a terrifying scene.

Otherwise, the moment he saw the torture chamber, he would scream and run away.

Next to the torture chamber was a dark and secluded corridor.

When the players walked over, they found it was a prison, filled with a large number of human slaves and aliens whose names they did not know.

In the darkness, pairs of lifeless eyes stared at the players who walked in.

Numbness, confusion, fear, despair.

Most of them had no clothes, only a tattered rag.

The exposed skin was covered with centipede-like scars.

Some had their hands and feet cut off, or their eyes gouged out and their tongues pulled out.

Some of them had shocking wounds crawling with maggots.

It's hard to imagine what kind of torture they had suffered before.

Faced with players who suddenly appeared in front of them,

The imprisoned slaves showed no panic, no joy, only numbness.

Excessive torture and fear triggered a protective mechanism in their nervous system, automatically numbing their emotions in order to survive.

"A bunch of damned beasts."

The thirteenth prince pried open the rune lock and opened the prison.

The slaves remained motionless.

No one dared to come out; they all instinctively kept their distance from them.

These slaves were clearly terrified by the cruelty of the Dark Eldar.

"Try this."

A player opened the state religion's preaching recording.

The sound of a choir singing could be heard coming from inside.

The children sang in unison with their pure voices the praises of the great God, thanking Him for protecting humanity in the dark universe.

The sacred song awakened the numb soul.

A flicker of emotion appeared in his numb eyes.

The desperate slaves spotted the double-headed eagle emblem on the players' shoulder and breastplates.

Memories of the past flood my numb mind.

"Are you the Emperor's angels?"

A gaunt middle-aged woman carrying a bundle of cloth in her arms came out and stood in front of the tall thirteenth brother.

Her body was so thin that her weight was probably less than the weight of one of the thirteenth prince's arms.

Looking down at the middle-aged woman in front of him, Lao Shisan could feel the despair in her heart.

It all feels so real.

Even though it was just a game, the thirteenth prince treated this NPC as a real human being.

He knelt down on one knee, bringing his gaze level with the other person's.

"Yes, we are the Emperor's angels. We apologize for being late."

Tears welled up in the middle-aged woman's eyes.

She reached out a trembling hand and stroked the golden double-headed eagle on the thirteenth prince's chest.

He spoke in a voice trembling with tears.

"Noble angel, can you...can you kill all those aliens? They...they..."

The middle-aged woman wept uncontrollably as she reached out and pulled back the wad of cloth.

Inside was a child's corpse, skinless, mangled, and covered in blood.

On that blood-soaked face, the muscle lines left by pain still remained.

"These beasts," the blind monk added.

The other players also stared wide-eyed.

"Damn, the operations team deserves to be torn to pieces."

"Kill me with Mandela's poison, don't use the plot!!"

"The child's body is still bleeding, which means he has only been dead for a short time. This operation is too inhumane."

"In other words, if we had acted faster, the child wouldn't have died."

"..."

The thirteenth prince felt a mix of emotions as he watched this scene.

He also wanted to criticize the authorities, but it seemed that they hadn't done anything wrong.

They've simply revealed the darkest and cruelest truths in the Warhammer universe.

In this universe, survival is never an inherent right.

Rather, it is a spoil of war that requires countless sacrifices.

"We will take revenge, for every one of the dead."

The thirteenth brother pointed to the corpse of the child in the woman's arms, saying, "He will also seek revenge in his name."

"Thank you," the woman said.

The thirteenth prince stood up, looked around at the slaves in the cell, and said, "Immediately notify the supporting imperial troops to take these imperial citizens away."

"Then, let's continue."

“The Dark Eldar love killing so much, then let’s indulge them. Release these photos and call on other chapters to take revenge and set Comoros ablaze.”

"What if the other factions don't respond?" the Blind Monk asked.