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

These people are very loyal to the emperor.

They believed that the lion had betrayed the emperor and was trying to kill them.

After much effort, Ryan regained the trust of his sons and had them swear allegiance to him once again.

During this time, Ryan also destroyed a Chaos Warband composed of his corrupt offspring.

After resolving all the troubles and gaining control of the planet Kamas,

The lion immediately ordered the Star Speakers to receive and send messages, summoning the Imperial army.

However, the situation was too bad.

The entire galaxy was torn apart, warp storms raged, and cries for help were heard everywhere.

The desperate screams of the Empire's citizens echoed throughout the Warp.

"My lord, perhaps you should take a rest."

Zabril, clad in tattered armor, offered his advice.

He is one of the fallen angels who returned to the Lion's command.

His armor was worn out due to years of neglect.

"It's okay, I'm not tired."

Ryan tried to calm himself down.

"Sir, something unusual has been detected!" shouted the divination supervisor in charge of the bird divination instrument.

"Multiple subspace tracks indicate that a fleet is heading towards the Kamas system."

"Is it an alien? Or another chaotic force?"

Ryan grabbed his weapon, his face grave.

Zabril and other warriors quickly entered combat mode, preparing to engage the enemy.

"It's an imperial fleet! My God, how come their flagship is so big?" The fortune teller looked surprised.

"Give me a visual image."

As Ryan spoke, he walked to the control panel.

The projection device was activated, forming a screen in front of him.

It shows a large fleet.

Every warship in the fleet is decorated with a double-headed eagle.

The lion set its sights on the giant ship at the very front of the fleet.

This ship is smaller than the Mountain Array, but much more extravagant than the Queen Glory-class, with a length of over forty kilometers.

"Who owns such a massive ship?" Ryan frowned, raising his voice. "Does this ship have an identification code?"

“It’s read as Imperial Glory, my lord,” the Divination Master reported. “They sent us a message claiming to be the Sons of Baal, and they’re asking us to provide biometric verification.”

“The Holy Blood Angel?” Ryan’s pupils dilated slightly. This was the offspring of his most beloved brother.

“Tell them that I am the Lord of the First Legion, the Primarch of the Dark Angels, Ryan Johnson.”

Ryan felt a little uneasy.

If the sons of Baal do not accept his explanation, they may open fire on him.

Given the size of the enemy fleet, they had absolutely no chance of winning.

The worst thing didn't happen.

The massive fleet did not fire.

Instead, they shut down the weapons systems.

“They want to talk to us, and they specifically asked to see you.” The fortune teller looked at Ryan.

“Agree to them,” Ryan said.

…………

Several transport ships passed through the void ion field that prevented air leakage and entered the warship's hangar.

With the hissing sound of high-pressure gas,

The heavy hatch slowly opened.

A warrior clad in blood-red armor with metal wings on his back stepped out, eliciting surprise from the group of fallen angels.

The armor of these Blood Angels is a bit off; it doesn't match the Empire's style at all.

Several fallen angels exchanged glances and secretly gave the order to prepare for battle.

They were worried that there was something wrong with these Blood Angels.

After the Holy Blood Angels emerged and formed a ceremonial procession,

A warrior clad in magnificent golden armor stepped out of the transport ship.

The warrior wore a golden mask that mimicked the angry and sorrowful expression of Saint Gilles, and had a pair of metal wings that could extend freely on his back.

Ryan paused for a moment, then angrily demanded an answer.

"Who are you? How dare you offend my brother's face?"

Wings, the familiar crying mask.

The appearance of these things reminded Ryan of Saint Gillespie, causing him an indescribable pain.

Why, why wasn't it me who died, but Saint Gilles?

Of course, it would be acceptable if Guilliman died.

After Ryan awoke, he learned from Zabril that Guilliman had torn his Dark Angel to pieces.

The Dark Angels, who once commanded hundreds of thousands of warriors, now have only a thousand left to guard the massive stone fortress built from the fragments of Caliban.

This made Ryan regret that he should have beaten that guy up back in Macurag to teach him a lesson.

Ryan's anger put the Blood Angels on high alert.

They all raised their weapons.

Zabril and the other fallen angels also picked up their explosive guns, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Do not show hostility towards the Primarch."

Dante ordered the warriors to disarm, reached out and removed his mask, and bowed to Ryan.

"Greetings, Ryan Johnson, Lord of the Dark Angels, son of the Emperor."

"I am Dante, the commander of the Angels of the Holy Blood."

Ryan stared at Dante's face and could see the shadow of Saint Gilles.

"Put down your weapons, Zabril."

At this moment, several more transport ships entered the hangar.

As soon as the hatch opened, a group of armored warriors poured out.

When they saw the dark angels led by the lion, they immediately began to shout and yell.

"Is this the Lion King?"

"How old he is! The lion has finally grown old!!"

"I wonder what kind of mission he'll assign us!!"

"Awoo, hurry up and get Ruth over here, I can't wait to see the cat and dog fight."

"........."

Ryan frowned, somewhat annoyed by these rude fellows.

Zabril and the other fallen angels scrutinized the warriors.

He frowned as he saw these guys wearing all sorts of mismatched armors sprayed with various strange runes.

Dante's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes widened.

Damn it, I left in such a hurry that I forgot to give these Chosen Ones a mission to teach them a lesson!

P.S.: Another chapter. Thank you all for your support.

Meow, here's a picture of a big cat.

Chapter 247 Meeting of the Empire's Three Giants

The sage had repeatedly warned and instructed that they must keep a close eye on these chosen ones.

When it comes to important matters, tasks should be issued to regulate their behavior.

Otherwise, they really would dare to perform the giant bird spinning in public to grab the attention of the imperial people.

Dante found this behavior incomprehensible.

It seems like these chosen ones don't care about face or anything like that at all.

Sometimes, putting on a mask is the same as taking it off.

The saint explained it to Dante in this way.

Dante didn't understand the meaning of that sentence, but he kept doing it anyway.

This time, I was so focused on meeting the original that I forgot about this matter.

Dante quickly took out the data panel, edited the task rapidly, and then clicked publish.

[Task: Be cautious in your words and actions]

Primarch of the First Legion, Ryan Johnson, has just returned and is filled with confusion about the current state of the Imperium. Note the image before him...

In order to make these chosen ones behave,

Dante also awarded several precious artifacts as prizes to the best-performing players.

Players saw the mission immediately.

"I told you to behave, but you won't listen. You're so unruly, even the NPCs can't stand it anymore."

"The realism of this game is astonishing; we were actually rejected."

"They dare to complain about the Fourth Calamity, they've turned against the Heavenly Generals."

"I also want to challenge the big cat in the name of Ruth."

You should have drawn your sword and attacked immediately.

"........."

Players complained incessantly, but still obediently accepted the mission.

Dante and Ryan are both important NPCs, and maintaining a good relationship with them is crucial.

This relates to the distribution of important relics in some major battles that will follow.

As long as you maintain good relationships, you won't lack funding for equipment.

Look at that chubby boy, he's making Caul so happy by licking him!

You can buy all sorts of cutting-edge technologies at a discount, or even use them for free, but they occasionally explode or something.

(Karl: "I don't understand this world either. People are eager to be my guinea pigs and even give me money!!")

"Who are they?" Ryan asked Dante, looking at the obedient players.

"They are the Chosen Ones created by your Father, who came to earth to save humanity..." Dante explained the identity of the Chosen Ones to the Primarch.

“My father!” Ryan had only been awake for a short time when he learned of the current state of the empire from his followers.

The empire of today has deviated from his father's original vision.

The brilliance of science and reason has vanished.

Only ignorance and superstition have turned it into a lifeless, rotting, bloated corpse.