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

"Now, let's analyze the current battlefield situation."

"The rebels have the assistance of the Dark God and can drive countless plague zombies."

"The Imperial Army is too small to hold the main city of Tyrian Hive."

The planet Atoma originally had four hive cities.

Three and a half have fallen so far.

Countless citizens of the empire were transformed into plague zombies.

Relying solely on the zombie tide tactic, the rebels were able to wear down the imperial defenders.

"In a frontal battlefield, we are at an absolute disadvantage."

"But we have a Moon-class battleship in our hands. I will move this battleship over the rebels and bomb their main force."

"On the other hand, I will send elite teams to conduct special operations, seize important areas, and decapitate those important targets."

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The twisted man looked at everyone in the hall boredly.

Although the building outside the window is magnificent, it is very shocking at first glance.

But after looking at it a few more times, that's it.

He had no interest in military meetings and didn't want to listen.

The twisted man's eyes were fixed on a bald soldier next to him.

"This bald man has a unique forehead, with lines running up to the sky. Could he be an old Beijinger?"

The twisted man made a joke in his heart.

But as he was laughing, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

Because it wasn't just one soldier. More than one-third of the soldiers in the hall were bald, and all of them had bald heads and tattoos.

One could say it's genetic, or some other messed up reason.

But if ten or a hundred of them appear at the same time, it will be a big problem!

"I feel something is wrong." The twisted man came close to the war commander.

The Warmaster looked puzzled. "Something's wrong. What's wrong?"

"Look at the third one on the left, his forehead."

"What's wrong? Isn't it just a bald head with a few wrinkles on his forehead?"

"One isn't scary, but what if ten, a hundred, are all like this?"

The war commander who was originally laughing stopped laughing in an instant.

He looked around and confirmed what the bald donkey said.

This planet seems to be in trouble!!

PS: Kriegs: Charge, but don't stop firing.

Chapter 33: Lobster Recruitment is Really Fast

The current situation on Planet Atoma is extremely dire!!

The only thing left on the entire planet that remained was the inner city of Hive Tyrian.

But judging by the current situation, it won't last much longer.

The plague was raging in the city and many people fell ill.

Cultists are active in secret.

Inciting civilians who were suffering from lack of medicine and hunger to riot.

Qin Yun and several senior executives continued discussing until lunchtime.

Bald Donkey and War Marshal took the opportunity to rest after dinner.

He quietly told Qin Yun about the incident in Tirian's nest.

"So, the Tyrian Nest has been able to hold out until now because the Genestealers have a strong fighting spirit?"

Standing on the balcony, overlooking the entire nest city, Qin Yun was disheveled in the wind.

The thief guards the national border, and the alien dies for the country.

It's quite fun to make fun of this kind of shitty things.

But once it happens in reality, I really can't laugh at all.

The situation in Hive Tyrian is no longer bad; it's rotten.

"Master Guide, what should we do now?"

"Do we need to wipe out those aliens immediately?"

Zhan Shuai looked excited and raised his gun.

"I can't wait to start killing people."

"Stop making trouble, you reckless man! With just a few of us, we're not enough for them to kill."

The bald donkey looked disdainful.

"My suggestion is to feign agreement for now, and then once we return to the Imperial Glory, immediately issue the Extermination Order and blow both the thieves and the traitors to the sky."

Xiaopang nodded, agreeing with Bald Donkey's approach.

"This plan is feasible. I've seen the Imperial Glory's ammunition magazine before, and there's a whirlwind torpedo in it."

Qin Yun rubbed his eyebrows.

These players are more ruthless than each other.

It truly lives up to the name of the Fourth Disaster.

Qin Yun asked, "What about those ordinary people?"

Even though the Tyrian Hive is a little cunning, there are still many ordinary people.

You can't kill them all with just one whirlwind torpedo.

"Master Guide is right to be concerned. Let's follow my approach. Issue the mission immediately and call on everyone to eliminate the aliens."

The warlord held his gun, posing like a macho man.

"Let's go on a killing spree."

Qin Yun pondered for a long time, then shook his head.

"At this stage, the Genestealers' interests are aligned with ours. We both want to defend Tyrian Hive."

"Don't take action for now. Be wary of them first and try to figure out their size."

"One more thing, that is, I plan to send someone to be stationed here permanently to be responsible for communication and solve unexpected situations."

"Who of you wants to stay?"

Xiaopang and Baldy looked at each other.

Then they took a step back tacitly.

Leaving the War Marshal standing alone in front.

"In that case, it's you." Qin Yun pointed at Zhan Shuai.

"Ah!" Zhan Shuai was confused.

When I turned around, I found that Baldy and Fatty were retreating.

"Fuck, you two shameless guys!!"

"I'm sorry, but I have to continue killing enemies for the Emperor and cannot stay here."

Xiaopang clenched his fist and placed it on his chest, making a gesture as if he was ready to donate his heart to the Emperor.

"Not to mention me." Bald Donkey shrugged.

Qin Yun placed his hand on the dejected War Marshal's shoulder.

"Okay, next, I will appoint you as the diplomatic envoy of the Imperial Glory, with full responsibility for communication with the surface."

The War Marshal's eyes lit up instantly.

Did you get the job?

The War Marshal rubbed his hands and asked excitedly, "Master Guide, is this an important official?"

"In terms of naval rank, this position is just below the captain."

The smiles on Xiaopang and Baldy's faces froze.

No, why didn’t you say you could get a job?!

"Handsome, I really can't bear to see you staying on the surface alone. How about I switch with you?"

"Ignore this old bald donkey, switch with me, and I'll introduce you to a girlfriend."

Xiaopang and Bald Donkey came up with fawning looks on their faces.

Zhan Shuai tilted his head and showed a smug smile, "I don't want to trade with you bastards."

"Okay, stop making trouble." Qin Yun said.

"The bald donkey is the first to discover the thief's crime and will be rewarded with 50,000 contribution points. The others will each be rewarded with 10,000. Remember not to tell anyone about this."

"As for the other chosen ones, I will gather them and explain the pros and cons of this matter clearly."

After the rest, a military meeting was held for a while.

After understanding the battlefield situation and the troop deployment of the defenders.

Qin Yun then announced that the War Marshal would stay as a diplomatic envoy.

Responsible for communication matters and overseeing the operations of ground troops.

Then, under the cover of night, he led his team back to Lycard Space Station aboard Valkyrie fighters.

Qin Yun also took away more than a dozen experienced naval officers and mechanical priests.

Let them help you control the Imperial Glory and teach and guide the players at the same time.

Lycard Space Station.

As soon as Qin Yun came back, he gathered the players together.

Announce to them that Genestealers are present in Hive Tyrrien.

This news instantly excited the players.

"Genestealers? Are you going to let us participate in the great evolution so soon?"

"The New Compendium of Materia Medica also mentions chicken thieves, which are warm in nature, have a fishy taste, and have the effects of clearing meridians and relieving pain, expelling toxins and dispersing stagnation, and enhancing male sexual function."

"Aphrodisiac? I'm not well-educated, so don't lie to me."

"Like cures like, and just look at the fertility of chickens to see how they enhance male sexual performance. Catch a few, stew them, and soak a few in wine. I guarantee you'll be the bridegroom every night."

"Those are gene stealers, not a bunch of rappers wearing dungarees and drinking alcohol to improve their virility!"

"Fuck, what do you mean? Are you humiliating the head of my Kun Fist? That's tolerable, but Kun Kun can't tolerate that. The first generation grandmaster of Southern Kun Fist is here, please teach me."

"You've eaten my bolter, and you're still teaching me! Times have changed! If you don't even use a bolter, how can you be called a master?"

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Looking at the noisy players, Qin Yun rubbed his forehead helplessly, feeling a headache.

Even with such a serious matter as infiltration, they can digress to aphrodisiacs and rap.

"Okay, be quiet, now let me tell you something."

Qin Yun's words were still intimidating.

The players who were joking around suddenly quieted down.