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

"Then let's see who falls." The War General charged towards Ursus.

Players like Nianba Ren and Shijiro also joined in.

Ursus was experienced in combat and thought he could easily deal with these Imperial minions, but when they clashed, he realized how wrong he was.

The opponent's swordsmanship was exceptionally high, comparable to Sigismund.

At 30k, Ursus fought Sigismund in a Duel Cage match.

He was deeply impressed by the other person's swordsmanship.

And now, the guy in front of me already possesses Sigismund's superb swordsmanship.

Ursus threw out a smoke grenade to create a favorable fighting environment for himself.

The smoke grenade landed with a soft thud, and countless plumes of smoke instantly billowed out, obscuring the entire battlefield.

The Night Lords are adept at using darkness and mist, and Ursus is the master of this art.

Ursus thought he could turn the tide with the smoke, but he underestimated the player's abilities.

When he attacked again, Zhan Shuai blocked his claws with his sword, then punched him in the face.

The terrifying force shattered the hideous mask, revealing Ursus's twisted face.

Ursus suffered a heavy blow and staggered backward.

The warrior pressed his advantage, closing in and plunging his sword into his opponent's chest.

Crimson blood splattered out instantly, a truly gruesome sight.

"I already said I was coming to kill you, but that wasn't enough. You insisted on staying to spout nonsense. Now it's too late to regret it."

The warrior pulled his sword from the man's chest, then swung it at his head, beheading him.

Witnessing their leader's murder, the remaining Midnight Lords immediately showed signs of panic.

These servants of the Corpse King possess terrifying combat power.

Ursus, the leader of the War Gang, had his head chopped off in just a few moves.

Ursus was a ruthless man who had survived the Horus Rebellion and stormed into the royal palace.

Now, he has died at the hands of an unknown nobody.

"Kill all these bat bastards."

"Boss is awesome, he got the first kill so quickly."

Players like Jujiro cheered.

A War General is a War General; those who can be given this title are no ordinary people.

"These guys are too strong, let's retreat, don't fight them head-on."

"We need to evacuate immediately; these Corpse King servants are too powerful."

The Midnight Lords, including Zhuode, threw out smoke bombs to obscure their vision, hoping to take the opportunity to escape.

Just then, a whooshing sound rang out, and a tall figure descended from the sky.

The extremely fast speed instantly created a terrifying shockwave, dispersing the smoke and even sending the Midnight Lord warriors flying.

When the lords rose at midnight and looked at the fallen giant, their pupils dilated.

They saw a man clad in golden armor, wielding a powered spear, and wearing a weeping mask.

Wings, mask, spear

what! !

Isn't this Saint Gillespie who broke their old father's spine?

This guy wasn't turned into a limited edition angel by Horus?!

How come they're all lively and energetic again now?!

Qin Yun glanced around at the Midnight Lord, whose face showed a look of panic.

"Gentlemen, your death is imminent, do you still want to run away?"

My spine hurts so much, I went to the hospital, and I'm taking the day off today.

After eating, I felt extremely painful and decided to go to the hospital to get checked out.

Sorry, guys.

Chapter 249 Aznaya: I heard there are fallen angels here?? (6k)

Lord Zhuode and the others swallowed subconsciously.

An uncontrollable fear arises from the depths of one's heart.

Some of them had lived through the Primarch era and knew just how powerful these demigods were.

Before the Primarch, their proud strength and speed are like those of a clumsy and weak child.

And Saint Gilles is one of the best among the Primarchs.

Once they make a move, these people are almost certain to die.

“Aren’t you dead?” Zhuo De said.

Qin Yun knew these guys thought he was Saint Gillespie.

But he didn't intend to expose him; instead, he spoke in a calm tone.

“Death is not everything. The Chaos Gods can easily resurrect their own minions. And your creator—the Emperor—was feared by the gods. Do you really think He couldn't resurrect his own children?”

Zhuode's body trembled. "Did you personally admit that the Emperor is a god?"

What difference does it make whether you admit it or not?

"Anyway, He already wields such immense power."

As Qin Yun stood there, the oppressive aura he exuded grew stronger, making it difficult for the Midnight Lords, including Zhuo De, to even entertain the thought of confronting him.

"Will you choose to commit suicide, or will I do it for you?"

Qin Yun pointed his spear, crackling with electricity, at the numerous Night Lords.

His gaze was sharp and filled with murderous intent.

“We don’t want to choose either option. As long as you promise to let us live, we can swear allegiance to you and tell you some very important information.”

Zhuo De did not think there was anything wrong with this approach.

Faced with certain death, surrendering is not a bad thing.

Before being selected for the Night Lords Legion

Zhuo De was just a despicable street thug.

He committed robbery, murder, home invasion and rape—most of the crimes that people can think of.

At that time, most of the Night Lord's troops were scum like him.

After Koz left, Nastum quickly degenerated, once again becoming a hell filled with prostitutes, drug dealers, and gangsters.

The officials sent by the empire either quickly degenerated and became complicit with the locals, or were secretly eliminated.

These people paid the prisoners in the jails as tithes to the Midnight Lords, causing the Midnight Lords to quickly fall into corruption.

"We can also swear allegiance to the Emperor once again."

Zhuo De added.

"Go say those words to the ordinary people you killed. If they are willing, I can accept your surrender," Qin Yun sneered.

Having witnessed the devastation of the planet, he could no longer allow these creatures to live.

Accepting these scumbags is what the Chaos Gods are supposed to do, and what Qin Yun is supposed to do is send these scumbags to meet the gods.

“They are already dead. Killing us won’t bring them back to life,” Zhuo De said. “We might as well spare us.”

"We have greater value in living than in dying."

"No! No!" Qin Yun shook his head. "Your deaths are the most valuable thing. In this war, intelligence is not very important. No matter what, the two sides are still competing on hard power."

The faces of the Midnight Lords, including Zhuode, turned ugly.

They hadn't expected their opponents to be so ruthless, preferring to kill them rather than use important intelligence.

After realizing that the other party was unlikely to give up easily,

The Midnight Lords then launched an attack on Qin Yun.

They coordinated perfectly, attacking from different directions and blocking all of Qin Yun's escape routes.

However, in the face of absolute power and speed, any tactics or methods are just fancy tricks and useless efforts.

The spears swept across, the sound of them tearing through the air echoing throughout the battlefield.

With a single strike, it sliced ​​through the bodies of the bat chicks.

Crimson blood and internal organs splattered out, a truly gruesome sight.

Zhuode, now only half a body, lay on the ground, his face filled with despair.

Even knowing that they could not possibly be a match,

But the overwhelming force of their opponent's single blow, which crushed them all, still broke him down.

Too strong, so strong it's despair-inducing.

Zhan Shuai and the other players exchanged glances at each other and then gathered around.

Since entering the game, they have been shocked too many times and are immune to the saint's awesome scenes.

Now, they all accept that the saint is the game's official favorite.

"Now, you can tell me what you know." Qin Yun stood in front of Zhuo De.

"You will never, ever know what the crucial information I'm talking about is!!"

Zhuo De grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth, his face filled with a vengeful pleasure.

"I suggest you say it now," Qin Yun said calmly, "that way you'll suffer much less."

"Dream on." Zhuo De shouted with his last breath, coughing up blood, before passing away with a smile.

Clearly, he believed he had successfully made Qin Yun uncomfortable.

Originally, if we had simply let them off the hook, everyone could have won.

They deserved it for insisting on such a lose-lose situation.

Zord died; his soul was pulled into the warp and cast into a boundless, surging sea of ​​blood.

Deep within the sea of ​​blood, the savage laughter of the chaotic gods roared like thunder.

There are terrifying creatures in the ocean; they've caught the scent of fresh souls and are swimming rapidly toward us.

He will suffer here until the universe ends and the warp is exhausted.

Zord screamed as the monsters tore at him.

But the next second, a radiant light enveloped him and pulled him out of the sea of ​​blood.

…………

Do you think only the master you serve possesses those vicious techniques?

Qin Yun looked at the lifeless Midnight Lord in front of him and muttered to himself.

He then used his skill to summon the souls of the dead.

After mastering this skill, Qin Yun never tried it.

Now is a very good opportunity.

Golden light emerged from his palm, weaving into obscure and ancient characters that seeped into Zord's slowly stiffening body.

Zhuo De, who had fallen into a sea of ​​blood, opened his eyes again and found himself back in the real world.