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

Mephisto waved his hand, unleashing a bolt of crimson lightning.

In an instant, lightning streaked across the sky and struck the Red Angel.

A piercing scream rang out.

The red angel was struck by lightning and sent flying, crashing to the ground.

With a loud bang, a large crater appeared on the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards from the crater in all directions.

The leader of Erlonghu shook his head in disappointment as he watched this scene. "Is that all? What a weakling."

The phrase "If you don't act like a dog, declare war" was met with nods of agreement from the players.

"The current generation of the dead is getting worse with each generation."

"This red angel is the worst I've ever seen."

The Red Angel, who had just climbed out of the pit: "…………"

How can you humiliate me like this? Don't I have any shame?

The Red Angel roared to the sky.

He continued to frantically absorb the energy of the subspace, his size visibly increasing, and the surging psionic energy around him also became stronger.

As her power increased, the Red Angel became increasingly tyrannical.

He wants to prove with his abilities that he's not a weakling.

He is the Red Angel who instills fear and dread in countless civilizations.

Mephisto swooped down like a predator hawk.

He swung the scepter, which was covered in arcs of electricity, and brought it down.

A loud whooshing sound filled the air.

After completing the original forging and receiving the power of the Black Angel,

Mephisto could no longer be classified as a mortal.

The current Morpheus, like the arrogant guy, can now punch demons and kick the undead.

Before the red angel, who was drawing power, could react, Mephisto swung his scepter at her again and knocked her down.

Then, Mephisto pressed his advantage, repeatedly wielding his scepter and smashing it against the fallen Red Angel.

Each strike was powerful and heavy, producing a loud whistling sound as it pierced the air.

boom! boom! boom!

The Red Angel lay on the ground howling in agony, having been beaten so badly by Mephisto that his bones were broken and his body was covered in sore flesh that there were hardly any good pieces of flesh left.

That scene was extremely brutal.

Seeing this, even the top players of Erlonghu felt a little sorry for them.

They even shouted, "If you don't become a dog, declare war!"

"For my sake, slap that bastard's mouth first. He's screaming so pitifully, it's unbearable to hear."

The other players nodded in agreement.

"I suggest using magic."

"Does anyone know how to use transformation magic to change this guy's screams into excited ones?"

"........."

Red Angel: "…………"

Meeting you bunch of living devils is truly my blessing!!

I was beaten so badly, can't I even scream a few times?

Even if I am an unborn person, do I not have human rights?

All you know is how to please the Corpse King, have you ever thought about me, this poor unborn one?

Mephisto was already used to the absurdity of the Chosen Ones and was not affected by it at all.

Instead, it actually began chanting incantations, using ancient power to transform the Red Angel's screams into excited screams.

"As expected of an angel's child, she is truly exceptional in terms of thoughtfulness."

"I love you, Mephisto."

"Smash that stupid demon!!"

"........."

The players became even more excited, shouting continuously.

The red angel roared in anger, feeling humiliated.

Have I already become just another pawn in this game where these guys try to build rapport?

Damn it, I'm supposed to be a demon with the power to destroy the world!

Can't we have at least a little respect for the strong?

"You all deserve to die."

The red angel roared incessantly, letting out a series of furious howls, and its size became even more exaggerated.

The spiritual energy surrounding him was almost tangible.

But the Red Angel's anger was useless against Mephisto's absolute power.

The unfortunate undead was repeatedly knocked away and crashed to the ground, creating deep craters.

In the end, Morpheus smashed his head open.

The headless corpse fell to the ground.

With a loud bang, all sound ceased.

The players stepped forward and discovered that the demon had been completely banished back to the warp by Mephisto.

This fierce battle has come to an end.

The players were still enjoying it.

The battle between Mephisto and the Red Angels was absolutely spectacular!

"The video we shoot will definitely be very popular once it's released."

"The Ascetic War of Warhammer 40".

"........."

Morpheus landed, panting heavily.

This battle also took a heavy toll on him.

Then, the black and red glow slowly faded away, returning to its original state.

The black wings on its back slowly turned into a blur, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Seeing the demon they believed in defeated.

The cultists hiding in the ruins dared not show themselves again and retreated to deeper hiding places.

Mephisto and the others did not give chase.

They came to find fragments of the archangel's soul, not to fight those monsters.

After the Red Angel was defeated

Something that had been suppressed was released, creating a resonance.

The Holy Blood Angels felt a tremor.

The most primal things in my blood were touched.

“The archangel is here.” Mephisto looked around at the ruins, where traces of his battle with the red angels were everywhere.

“I felt it too.” The Holy Blood Angels think tank member who was traveling with them nodded in agreement.

"But there's nothing here?" Another Holy Blood Angel in the group looked at the dilapidated, overgrown ruins and asked with some doubt.

“This resonance of bloodlines cannot be faked; there might be some clues nearby,” Morpheus said.

No sooner had he finished speaking than one of the chosen ones in the group shouted out.

"There's a tunnel entrance here."

Mephisto and the others walked over and discovered a deep, dark tunnel.

Standing before the tunnel, the throbbing in my veins became even clearer.

"Perhaps this place holds the secrets we seek to uncover."

"We should go in and take a look."

They stepped inside.

The tunnels beneath the ruins are quite peculiar, resembling a honeycomb, filled with narrow passages and fissures.

It was dark inside, with no light source, but Mephisto and the players could use night vision devices to overcome the inconvenience of the darkness.

They were moving very fast.

Inside the tunnel, some twisted monsters roamed the cave.

But none of them were a match for Mephisto and his group.

With the roar of the blaster, the monsters were all knocked down, turning into scattered pieces of their corpses.

After walking for a few minutes, the entire tunnel suddenly opened up.

A jagged stalactite formed the final obstacle.

After passing through the obstacle, we entered the space on the other side.

The space was huge; you couldn't see the end of it at a glance.

The vast space and vaulted structure resemble a buried cathedral.

"There are corpses here," declared the dog, ready to declare war.

The other players walked over and found several charred corpses kneeling in front of this guy.

The remaining artifacts suggest that these corpses belonged to cultists who worshipped the Red Angels.

No one knows why they were kneeling here, or why they were burned like this.

"What burned these guys to death was a flame formed from pure rage."

Morpheus, with his extensive experience, immediately noticed the problem with the corpses.

"Was it done by the Red Angels?" one player asked.

“No.” Mephiston shook his head. “I didn’t sense any evil power remaining on these corpses. On the contrary, they had a sacred aura, pure and flawless.”

"Does this mean there's a being here possessing pure flames? Could it be a heroic spirit left behind from the Battle of Signus?"

"If you don't act like a dog, you'll declare war," someone speculated.

"It's very likely. The Battle of Signas was quite brutal, and many famous Holy Blood Angels from the Great Crusade died here," said the leader of Erlonghu.

As everyone discussed the unusual state of the corpse and the history of the Battle of Signas,

A soft footstep came from the depths of darkness.

The closest place to Erlonghu is...

The anomaly was detected immediately.

He turned his head and immediately saw a phantom shrouded in light.

The illusory figure emitted a magical glow and burned with cold flames.

He was taller than everyone else, with a pair of wings made of light on his back, and his eyes were filled with weariness and sorrow.

Upon hearing the commotion, Morpheus and the others turned to look at the illusory figure.

With just a glance, they all widened their eyes.