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

The jellyfish body still tried to resist.

With just a thought, Jujiro's spiritual power frantically squeezed its body, causing it to let out painful howls.

"Experience the art of a headshot."

The words fell,

The jellyfish's head exploded.

With a wave of his hand, Jujiro flung the convulsing headless corpse away, followed by a low roar.

Turning my head to look,

Several Dark Eldar wielding nerve whips and wearing porous masks were spotted standing on the flying vehicle.

Waving a whip, he drove away dozens of strangely shaped wild beasts.

They pounced on his location.

"A beast tamer? A Clawed Terror Demon, an Ether Hound?"

During their long evolution, the Eldar acquired all sorts of incredible abilities.

Animal trainers originated from ancient shamanistic beliefs.

Born with the ability to control lower organisms.

Their masks were also equipped with sophisticated sound wave emitters and pheromone synthesis tubes, which helped control the beast herd.

Aetherhounds are the most common helpers of the Dark Eldar.

Despite their name, they are not dogs at all.

Its terrifying appearance was enough to make a legendary investigator's SAN value drop to zero.

The Etherhound has sharp bone spurs or thick tentacles growing from its back, and multiple eyes on its rounded forehead.

It has sharp teeth, and its tongue is like a snake's, with barbs at the end.

Clawed Terrors are the most popular war beasts among beast tamers.

They are a hybrid of gorillas and bats.

It has six eyes and amazing hearing.

Those claws are comparable to single-molecule blades, capable of easily slicing through steel.

“Fools, you know nothing of true power.”

"Do you think you can win by sheer numbers?"

Jujiro's eyes flashed with a deep blue light.

Arcs of electricity crackled around his body.

Like a real god in the present world.

Next second,

Countless ice crystal-like fragments of subspace condensed out of thin air, numbering in the hundreds.

"Feel death."

As soon as the words were spoken, hundreds of ice-crystal-like fragments of subspace suddenly erupted, instantly streaking across the sky and flying towards the beast tamers and their war pets.

It pierced through their bodies in an instant, leaving bleeding holes, and they fell to the ground dead.

Jujiro strode past the mangled corpses, heading in search of new enemies.

The thirteenth prince, on the other hand, clashed with the Blood Spirit's creation.

A twisted abomination, assembled from muscles and bones, charged savagely at him.

The twisted abomination was enormous, comparable in size to him when he was wearing heavy armor.

The thick, bulging back revealed remnants of injection devices and virus injection canisters, and the face was covered by an iron mask.

His hands were severed and replaced with sharp metal claws, as well as a sprayer that could spew out poisonous pus and blood.

boom!

The thirteenth son withstood the opponent's impact.

The immense impact made him feel as if he had been hit by a fully loaded heavy truck traveling at 120 km/h; his internal organs were trembling.

The armor issued a series of warnings.

"This guy!!"

The thirteenth prince took a breath and then suddenly let out a low shout.

A terrifying psionic shockwave erupted.

Like a flood, its immense power crashed down upon the twisted abomination.

The terrifying force sent the opponent flying.

He crashed into a wall full of sharp knives and was instantly stabbed through the heart.

A sharp knife pierced through his forehead and throat.

However, the twisted abomination's vitality was terrifying; even injuries that would normally kill a dozen times over couldn't instantly kill it.

After struggling for a while, he finally stopped breathing.

Players repeatedly encountered Comoros elites.

But with their strong physique and superb combat skills, they achieved victory after victory and advanced deeper into the Comoros.

One fortress after another,

One street after another.

The area they control is expanding rapidly at a visible rate.

"How dare you invade my territory like this? Do you think I'm dead?"

"Assemble my troops immediately; we must reclaim the territory occupied by humans."

The Irian governor's face grew increasingly grim as he looked at the battlefield situation map.

He assembled his elite personal guards as quickly as possible.

After witnessing the defeats on various battlefields, he decided to take action himself.

They slaughtered the human soldiers who had been airdropped.

Grab those bastards and cut them into pieces.

Throughout this process, he had to keep those guys conscious.

Let them live to experience the despair and pain of being torn to pieces.

…………

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

The man roared incessantly, his voice filled with rage.

He could not hear the shouts of the dark elves.

His ears automatically filtered out all other sounds; only the sounds of weapons tearing through the air, ripping flesh, and the screams of enemies could reach his ears.

"Blood sacrifice to the God-Emperor, skull offered to the golden throne."

The old man was enjoying the unparalleled pleasure of mowing down enemies.

Those Dark Elven race members were no match for him at all; he completely overwhelmed them in both strength and reaction speed.

hiss!hiss!

A burly snake-man slithered out from a dark corner, wielding a power knife covered in arcs of electricity, and slashed at the wrist-wielding man.

The snake-man used his strong snake-like lower body to support his two pairs of arms.

Its back is covered with glowing barbs, and its head looks exactly like a snake's, with sharp fangs.

Thousands of years ago, the Serpent People, like the Eldar of old, were deeply mired in debauchery and thus became one of the most beloved species of the Dark Eldar.

Their scales are very hard and can withstand most melee weapons.

In addition, they are not very bright, so the Dark Eldar like to hire snake people to do their jobs.

After all, any Dark Eldar with a sound mind knows that you cannot entrust your back to your own kind.

Loyal and obedient snake people are the best choice.

The Arm-wielding Man dodged the Snake Man's giant blade and circled around to his back.

The snake-man's third and fourth hands each held a pulse pistol.

He pointed the gun at the man and pulled the trigger.

A beam of blue light shot out from the muzzle, but it was blocked by the Arm-Wrist's shield, only causing ripples.

The man with the chainsaw and battle axe slashed at the snake's tail.

The rapidly spinning saw teeth tore at the tough snake scales, sparks flying.

But the scales were eventually torn open, and the battle axe bit into the snake-man's flesh, severing the snake's tail.

The snake-man let out a painful scream.

He turned around and tried to fight back.

However, just as he turned around, his head was blown apart by the explosive gun in the hand of the old man.

"kill him."

Illian drew his sword and pointed it at the man who had killed the snake-man.

All he wanted to do now was tear every human being in his sight to shreds.

His personal guards lashed the web-path ghoul, Ugul, with nerve whips.

When they roar in anger and pain,

Then untie the chains that bind them.

Ugul's skin is as hard as steel, and its resistance to blows is astonishing.

At the same time, their bodies are very flexible, allowing them to enter various narrow environments.

Their teeth are incredibly sharp, capable of biting through Astartes' power armor.

It is powerful enough to overturn heavy tanks.

"The blood is sacrificed to the God Emperor, and the head is sacrificed to the throne."

Wrist-Wrist strode forward, his roaring chainsaw battle axe covered in a layer of scarlet blood light.

The net-path ghouls, impenetrable by bullets, were sliced ​​open like vegetables by the chainsaw-wielding battle axe.

Crimson blood and entrails were scattered all over the ground.

In just a few breaths, he killed the charging Ugur and turned them into a pile of broken wreckage in the street.

The Dark Eldar who joined the attack left some wounds on the Armbold's armor.

The price was being cleaved in two by the battle axe in his hand.

Seeing his men fall one after another, Irian took matters into his own hands.

His speed was like a ghost.

The long sword in his hand was shrouded in a hazy light.

A poisoned, sharp blade can kill an enemy with just a single cut to their skin.

"Insane! Utterly insane!"

The old man roared and charged toward the governor.

Zheng~

A metallic clang rang out.

Illian felt a tingling sensation in his hand.