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

The clash of weapons produced a continuous, resounding sound.

The dissipated energy and shockwaves created impacts, wave after wave.

However, in the end, two fists cannot fight against four hands.

In the end, the dried bacon was defeated and fell heavily to the ground.

The plague virus quickly devoured his flesh and blood, causing his brand-new armor to rust.

"See you in an hour."

The dried pork looked at the four Chaos Demons and smiled, which made their faces turn grim.

These outsiders are really shameless!

"No, you belong to the loving father."

The Great Demon Nurgle roared, stretching out his fat hand to try and seize the soul of the outsider.

Other Chaos Demons also reached out, each employing their own methods to try and retain the souls of the outsiders.

However, when the player's body dissolves and their soul floats out,

But it passed straight through the outstretched hands of the four Chaos Demons and disappeared.

It's as if they've never been to this universe before!

Even when Tzeentch used ancient magic, he was unable to imprison the soul of the outsider.

It's as if nothing in this universe can touch the essence of the other's soul.

"Their souls are merely projections, not reality."

Tianqi, who was watching the battlefield, noticed something amiss.

These outsiders were far more mysterious and powerful than he had imagined.

They have an overwhelming advantage over this universe.

Just like how subspace is to the real universe.

Why would civilizations in the real universe be wary of subspace?

A large part of the reason is the immortality of the unborn.

The core essence of the Unborn lies in the subspace.

Even if their physical body is destroyed, at most they will be banished back to the subspace.

The same applies to these outsiders.

The cursed ones merely provide them with bodies.

Its essence is a projection from a higher-dimensional world.

If that's the case, it would be clearly disadvantageous for the subspace side.

How can the warp possibly win against a bunch of insurmountable outsiders?

This discovery left Tzeentch with a vague unease.

In a way, these outsiders are the gods who don't have health bars.

No matter how many times they kill these outsiders, it will be to no avail.

These creatures will be resurrected time and time again, until finally, they grow into beings that the other side looks up to.

The death of the dried pork was merely a small ripple in this large-scale battle.

Endless demons surged into the real world through the cracks, forming a massive wave.

Blood rain fell from the sky, gathering into streams and lakes.

The pungent smell of sulfur permeated the entire battlefield.

The sky had completely changed, becoming like a transparent window, clearly showing the world the surging and rolling etheric ocean.

A terrifying, mountain-sized eye and monsters that only appear in the fantasies of madmen floated in that brightly colored ocean.

Even the void itself has become terrifying.

The mist in the void merged into a figure and form thousands of times larger than a planet.

The erosion of illusion solidifies here, revealing the illusory bodies of the gods.

Satellite-sized eyes opened and closed amidst boiling steam, containing the most ancient wisdom of the universe.

The fangs, as long as the plate itself, protrude sharply, while the enormous wings, large enough to block out the sun, stretch and curl.

The crew members remaining on the Sword of Baal could only watch the four illusory figures before letting out cries of anguish.

Gods cannot be observed, not even in their shadows; they are beyond their ability to deal with.

Therefore, their brains suffered irreversible damage.

"Lower the porthole shutter."

The captain, Nivea, had blood streaming from her eyes.

Because she kept staring at the void outside.

The outside world was no longer a void, but teeming with hideous monsters.

Despite the lack of air, they still flew, their wings flapping in the void, like birds soaring through the skies of a planet.

However, they moved at the speed of void fighters, heading straight for the ship. Their speed was so fast that even the aiming array could not maintain a lock.

Some of them wore horse harnesses and dragged skull-shaped two-wheeled chariots, on which stood horned creatures with sinister smiles.

Chaos traitors' warships were mixed in among them.

After the sage's reforms, the speed, firepower, and defense of the imperial warships were all improved in an all-round way.

In terms of tonnage, Chaos warships are no match for Imperial warships.

But the enemy has the support of the warp-inhabited.

Even though it is inferior to the Imperial warships in every aspect, it can still fight on par with them.

The armored shield of the window slowly lowered.

The hymns sung by the Catholic priests blared from the loudspeakers, soothing the wounded souls of the sailors and easing their pain.

"Prepare all weapons." Nivea initiated the ship-wide communication. "Have the fleet prepare to sacrifice themselves. We must hold the orbit."

"If the situation completely collapses, all warships must do everything in their power to protect the Archangel's soul fragments. Even if we are shattered to pieces, we must send the Archangel back to Baal."

[Alert! Enemy attack on B-2 area]

[Alert! Enemy attack on area A-2]

"Send armed crews over there, set up positions in the passage, and stop them at all costs!" Nivia shouted.

The Sword of Baal was bustling with activity.

Fully armed crew members and the original Forged warriors who remained behind set out to suppress the demons that had boarded the Sword of Baal.

The mechanical priests and their servants are urgently repairing the damaged area.

The hangar was equally busy.

"For the Emperor, for the Archangels."

After performing the eagle salute, the pilot quickly boarded his fighter jet, started the engine, and headed to the fierce battlefield outside.

This fierce battle is destined to claim many lives.

But out of loyalty to the emperor, they would not back down.

On the ground, the war was equally brutal.

The Chosen Ones and the Blood Angels relied on an abandoned fortress for their resistance.

This fortress had long been abandoned.

But the Chosen Ones used dimensional space to bring in equipment such as the Geller force field generator and generators, and rebuilt the fortress.

At the same time, they also deployed a large number of artillery pieces to bombard the demonic tide continuously, weakening their offensive.

boom! boom! boom!

Mephisto stood atop the simply repaired city wall.

The sound of artillery fire was incessant, and the ground trembled slightly.

The massive cannonballs landed on the demonic tide, unleashing towering flames that devoured countless demons, reducing them to ashes.

However, this approach can only delay the demonic tide's advance; it cannot win them victory.

Mephisto looked towards the end of the battlefield.

There, the subspace and reality have intertwined.

Countless dazzling lights enveloped that area.

Demons poured out of the warp rift like a tidal wave.

Their numbers are endless, with no end in sight.

The chosen ones formed the main force of the defense.

They fought on the front lines, as if engaged in a tireless battle.

Every so often, new beams of light would appear on the battlefield.

After the pillar of light dissipates, new chosen ones will be teleported over.

They would also use dimensional space to bring in supplies to repair dilapidated fortresses and replenish ammunition for the turrets.

The Blood Angels form the second line of defense, preventing demons from destroying heavy weapons and critical facilities.

"Charge! Seize the fragments of Saint Gilles' soul!"

A Nurgle monstrous demon roared and strode heavily across the ruins.

The chosen ones on that section of the defensive line have all perished.

Corpses, corroded by plague, were scattered along the defensive line.

Every chosen one fought to the very end.

But faced with an overwhelming demon, they ultimately succumbed.

Several of the chosen ones' heads were cut off and hung on the banner by the standard-bearer demon.

New Chosen Ones are being transferred from other defensive lines to form new ones.

But before that, the Holy Blood Angels must be stopped.

The Great Demon Nurgle was followed by a horde of demons.

There were plague messengers, filthy spirits, swarms of rotting flies,

And other demons of various kinds, teeming with maggots and drooling.

The places where Nurgle's army passed by showed signs of decay.

Not only the flowers, plants, and trees, but even the ground surface is rotting.

"This is not a place for you. Get out."

Mephisto stood in front of the Nurgle daemon.

"Who do we have here? It's a little angel!!"

“I am the Black Death under Nurgle’s command, the third lord of the Third Lord’s Temple.”

"I smell the scent of an archangel on you. Hand him over to us."

The Great Demon Nurgle looked at Mephisto and spoke in a rotten, sickening voice.

“Don’t even think about it,” Mephisto yelled. “Go back to where you belong.”

“You’re such a disobedient child,” the Black Death shook its head. “Then we’ll have no choice but to take action.”

The demons swarmed forward, attempting to defeat Mephisto, seize the archangel's soul fragments, and destroy the Imperial forces' resistance.

"Stop those demons!" Morpheus shouted. "Don't let them destroy the turrets and generators."