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

Do you think the Corpse King cares about you?

"No, he just sees you as a convenient tool."

"........."

Zaracane kept whispering, trying to provoke little Foghri and provoke him into anger.

But little Fugrim remained unmoved throughout, even finding her somewhat ridiculous.

This kind of passive-aggressive behavior left the great demon Slaanesh feeling utterly powerless, like punching cotton.

He became somewhat enraged and launched an even more ferocious attack.

Throughout, Little Foggrim remained calm and composed, patiently deflecting each of his opponent's deadly attacks.

On the other side of the battlefield,

The Great Demon Khorne—Anglas roared in fury.

The ones responsible for restraining this guy were Celestine and the players from the Hogwarts Oxen and Horsemen's Brigade.

The thirteenth prince, clad in heavy armor, was responsible for tanking damage from the front.

Angrass's battle axe fell relentlessly, each strike powerful and heavy, like a planet bombarding the earth.

Zheng~

The sounds of weapons clashing rang out continuously.

A violent shockwave swept across the battlefield, whipping up smoke and flames.

The thirteenth prince was so shocked that his hands went numb, but he still gritted his teeth and held on desperately.

A group of psionic players used various methods to suppress the Khorne Demon and transfer their power to the thirteenth prince.

Celestine, wielding the sacred sword, offered her support.

Once they seize an opportunity, they will strike with lightning speed.

Using this fighting style, they continuously created shocking wounds on Angelus's massive body.

Angrass was furious, but helpless, and could only roar incessantly to vent his emotions.

He desperately wanted to kill the Oglin in front of him.

But the other party was like an unkillable cockroach.

Even if they are knocked down time and time again, they will still get back up.

hiss! !

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out in the air.

The scorching demon blood then gushed forth.

Angela, however, paid no heed and slapped away Celestine, who had stabbed him.

Then, a savage charge sent the heavily armored Oglin flying, and he raised his battle axe to behead this ant.

The next second, Carlos the Weaver of Fate, who was being held back by the Imperial Guard and the Silent Sisters, waved his scepter and created an incredibly sturdy psionic shield for the thirteenth prince.

Even the battle axe swung by Angrass, who could shatter stars, could only leave cracks on that psionic shield.

The great demon Khorne stared wide-eyed at the blocked battle axe.

When she looked up, her eyes were filled with anger and incomprehension as she looked at Carlos.

Shouldn't we join forces to fight the cursed ones now?

Why are you helping the henchmen of the cursed?

“My child, the eternal and ever-changing Lord, the god of destiny and wisdom, protects you.”

"Your ultimate destiny is to return to the Crystal Sanctuary and explore the eternal truths of the universe with us."

"You may not understand now, and you may think that pledging allegiance to the Corpse Emperor is the right thing to do, but as time goes by, you will realize that the Lord of All Changes is your true destiny."

“Abandon that despicable Corpse King, and you will gain more.”

Carlos ignored the furious Angelus and instead took the opportunity to brainwash the thirteenth prince.

Angela: "…………"

Khorne: "…………"

Tzeentch: "(*^▽^*)"

Although I don't particularly like Carlos, this was handled beautifully.

Saving someone in a critical moment will definitely leave a lasting impression.

Even if you are rejected on the spot, it doesn't matter. As long as the impression remains, the other person will think of it from time to time.

In that time, we will be able to exert influence subtly.

At this moment, Celestine attacked again, her holy sword piercing through the shocked Angras from behind.

The great demon Khorne let out a piercing roar.

"Go back to your warp."

Celestine's body erupted with intense light, and terrifying flames burned on the Great Demon Khorne.

"Go to hell."

The thirteenth son also jumped up.

He gathered the psionic power of all the players in the Hogwarts Chapter, quantified this power into a bright bolt of lightning, and unleashed it, striking Angrath's head.

The head of a great demon exploded, and his soul was banished back to the Brass Realm.

Khorne, seated on his brass throne, watched this scene unfold.

The angry face froze for a moment.

Then, the giant hand, bound by chains, slammed its fist on the armrest and let out a loud laugh.

The subspace was also engulfed in a series of terrifying storms.

Korne laughed for a while before stopping.

His gaze toward the battlefield turned angry and cold.

You cunning bastard, daring to pull such a trick, you're so arrogant.

If I start beating you later, your life or death will be uncertain!

Enough said, all the Chaos allies are idiots.

Do it all, what's the point of cooperation?

The Khorne army, which had originally been attacking the Dark Throne, immediately changed direction and charged towards the Tzeentch army.

The massive brass chariot rolled over Carlos, the Weaver of Fate, who was locked in a fierce battle.

Carlos had just dodged the attacks of the Imperial Guard and the Silent Sisters and was preparing to unleash a psionic spell on these mortals.

The next second, it was hit by the brass chariot.

The sharp ram pierced his body instantly, pinning him to the front of the vehicle, and sent him hurtling across the battlefield, crashing into the roaring green horde.

A massive orc warlord, accompanied by an orc boy, seized the opportunity to launch an attack.

They smashed the chariot and Carlos's head together.

When Tzeentch saw this, he also looked at Khorne.

The two sides exchanged only a glance before their demonic armies began to fight.

Both sides fought fiercely, and the battle was far more brutal than when they fought the Empire.

The fragile cooperation thus came to an end.

On the other side of the battlefield,

The Great Impure One, Kugas, swung his rusty sword, repeatedly slashing at the psychic-flame-burning Zha Ge.

But the arrogant guy was not afraid at all and fought back with the weapon in his hand.

Zheng~

The sounds of clashing weapons rose and fell.

Kugas's power surpasses that of the arrogant guy.

However, he was unable to defeat this demonic assassin in a short period of time.

At this moment, the Tyranids and Orks launched an attack on the Demons from the rear.

The battlefield, which had just begun to regain some order, descended into chaos once more.

As the Dark Throne continued to operate, a golden light curtain slowly unfolded, forming a force field that suppressed the demons.

The surging warp energy began to slow down, and the demon's power also subsided.

If this continues, the demons will be the first force to be driven off the battlefield.

Hiding in the shadows of the battlefield, Eribas watched the two evil gods fighting amongst themselves, somewhat speechless.

At a time like this, you're still doing this kind of thing?!

It would be a miracle if they won!

"Without me, the Chaos faction will be thoroughly beaten by the Empire sooner or later."

Eribas took out the Vengeful Dagger, sliced ​​through space and time, and prepared to lead the demons to launch a surprise attack on the Dark Throne, to show that saint what he was made of.

Qin Yun's spiritual vision instantly detected the cut-open spacetime and locked onto Irebas's location.

"That bastard's up to no good again!!"

Qin Yun, seated on the dark throne, was unable to speak.

Their only option was to turn their attention to the Imperial Bull & Horse Legion, which was hunting down Victor.

By this time, they had driven Victor and the other Tau people, including Am-Shi, into a corner.

Forget it, let Victor go.

We can't let Irebas stab us.

"Divine Summoning".

Qin Yun unleashed his skill to summon players, preparing to trap Irebas like a turtle in a jar.

…………

On the other side of the Milky Way,

The Makurag Glory

Guilliman looked around in surprise and disbelief. The gaze he had just received was so intense, it was as if the other person was standing right in front of him.

But he couldn't see the other person.

After hearing his description, the think tank and Eldar prophet summoned by him felt that it was very likely the gaze of some Warp being.

This made Guilliman wary.

I must tell the Sage that the Empire has gained another powerful enemy.

Guilliman felt he needed to immediately warn the saint to be wary of the newly born being.

“Immediately establish communication with the sage; I have important matters to discuss with him.”

Guilliman waited a while and then received a reply.

"Sorry, the user you are trying to contact is busy. Please try again later."

P.S.: Another 5,000 words, probably quite late again today.

Chapter 232 Eribas' Despair

"The call couldn't be connected!!"

"Should we gather a group of think tanks and send a psionic message to the Sage, so that he can be prepared and not be outmaneuvered by that newly born subspace being?"