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

As Hong Zhong darted through the darkness, he muttered to himself.

Once you collect all three artifacts, you can obtain the Golden Eagle Medal and become a member of the Hall of Fame.

When Azrael, the High Master, and the guards in charge of watching over the place arrived, the hall was already empty.

"Tuchucha Engine!!"

Azrael immediately suspected a Chaos invasion.

Last time, when investigating the Space Wolves in Fenris, the Shapeshifter used shapeshifting to fool the inspection and enter the depths of the Stone Fortress.

Ryan glanced around, catching a glimpse of the robed figure flash by, and then he remembered the chosen one who hadn't been caught.

They immediately figured out the whole story.

“There’s no need to investigate this matter further,” Ryan said.

Azrael's eyes widened. "The Tuchucha Engine is an extremely strange creation, possessing all sorts of mysterious knowledge. Are we really just going to let it go like this?"

Ryan nodded. "Don't investigate any further."

After dismissing Azrael and his heirs, Lion walked to the edge of the hall. "Come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, several small figures, shrouded in long robes, emerged.

"It's been a long time, Lion King."

The little man in the robe who was in the lead spoke, his voice hoarse.

"It has been a long time indeed. Why didn't you stop that Chosen One?" Ryan asked. "You couldn't possibly have been unaware of his presence."

“We saw him, and we watched him take the Tuchucha engine.” The leading robed dwarf spoke frankly, without any concealment or deception.

"Why?" Ryan repeated his question again, "Why let him take that thing?"

“Hopefully there will be more variables,” the robed little man said. “The end has come. The more variables there are, the more uncertain the future will be, and the greater our chances of victory will be.”

"Do you think humanity will lose?" Ryan understood the unspoken meaning in the other party's words.

"Most prophecies and deductions point to the destruction of humanity, the complete enslavement of the galaxy by the gods, or its being devoured by the Great Devourer."

The little figure in the robe raised its head, and a pair of glowing eyes appeared inside the dark robe.

Ryan looked into the sporelings' eyes. "I hope you've made the right decision."

The robed figure bowed to Ryan, then retreated into the darkness.

Ryan stood in the darkness, gazing for a long time at the spot where the robed figure had disappeared, before turning and leaving as well.

The disappearance of the Tuchucha engine caused quite a stir.

The players, including Da Mo, looked heartbroken. They were counting on finding the three artifacts, combining them to create the Harmonyless Engine, and exchanging it with the Guide for the Eagle Medal!

And just like that, all that freshness and beauty vanished!

This is absolutely ridiculous!!

However, their attention was quickly drawn to other things.

That is, Ryan announced his intention to attack the Night Lords, led by Talos.

I learned from the sage that these guys were trying to establish their own kingdom in the shadows of the empire, something that was naturally intolerable.

Ryan decided to strike first at this troublemaker as a warning to the Chaos traitors that the Empire was not a dough to be kneaded at will.

Upon hearing that war was imminent, the players cheered excitedly.

The dark angels, including Azrael, were stunned and exclaimed that these chosen ones were incomprehensible.

They saved up their own money to buy equipment, and they were determined to be loyal to the emperor. Their loyalty was something even they couldn't match!

Zabril even started complaining to the other fallen angels.

Even the greenskins certainly don't love war as much as the Chosen Ones.

These guys treat war like a game and have absolutely no fear of death.

Under Ryan's will, the fleet began preparations in earnest.

A week later, with all supplies gathered, Ryan set out with half the fleet he had obtained from Dante.

They've gone to fight the Night Lords, led by Talos.

He was prepared to let these traitors know why he, the Primarch of the First Legion, was called the Lion.

Let these guys experience what it felt like when those destroyed human civilizations faced the human empire during the Great Crusade!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Milky Way,

Qin Yun is also leading the Imperial fleet supporting Signas to fight and suppress traitors and aliens.

Considering there were no formidable enemies, he dismantled the fleet.

Let them perform different tasks.

Even the players are given full autonomy.

The Chosen Alpaca, along with its own warband, responded to the plea for help from a world plagued by orcs.

Upon arrival, they encountered something truly bizarre.

"You mean, not only did you not bring them the supplies they wanted, but you also confiscated all their supplies, simply because they needed to pay tithes??"

The little alpaca looked at the Kashejin team in front of it, who were in charge of collecting taxes, and asked the question repeatedly, word by word.

The planet's industrial infrastructure has been largely destroyed due to the invasion of the green-skinned orcs.

Even the defensive cannons on the city walls have ceased firing due to a lack of ammunition.

Aside from necessary artillery fire, the ground troops did not fire at other times, relying solely on human lives to fill the trenches.

Now, a bunch of guys suddenly come along and say they want to collect a tithe.

“Yes, Sister.” Sergeant Pia, the captain, felt a little uneasy looking at the well-equipped, heavily armed combat nuns in front of him, but he still insisted on his duty.

"No, this planet will not hand over a single bullet until the orcs are defeated and production is restored," the alpaca said firmly.

“This is the rule: if Demeton II refuses to pay its tithe, it will be considered a betrayal of the Empire,” Sergeant Pia said. “This is no joke.”

And behind this captain,

The well-trained Kashezin soldiers placed their hands on the buttocks of their rifles.

Their weaponry and tactical skills far surpass those of ordinary troops, making them a rare elite force for the empire.

"No wonder you sent your elite troops to collect taxes. It turns out your superiors knew about the situation on Demeton II and were afraid of local resistance, so they sent you here."

"You people above have no regard for the soldiers and people of this planet. You are letting innocent people be slaughtered by aliens."

The little alpaca smiled as soon as it saw the reactions of the Kashejin soldiers.

“This is not something you should be thinking about,” Sergeant Pia said.

"Then what should I consider?" the alpaca retorted. "You let the emperor's people die, and you don't allow others to question it?"

“This war is more important than this planet.” A man dressed as a political commissar stepped forward and faced the alpaca directly. “We have no choice but to choose loyalty or be regarded as traitors.”

“The Emperor will not allow others to squander the lives of His people.” The alpaca looked at the man. “If we can’t even protect a planet, how can we talk about winning this war?”

"If you lose a planet today and another tomorrow, even if you win, what have you gained?"

"Achieve final victory and carry out orders, or you will spend the rest of your lives as traitors before the Emperor," the political commissar said.

Upon hearing this, the little alpaca immediately burst into laughter.

"Are you saying I'll become a traitor??"

PS:

I went back to review the tithe again.

I've already started writing fanfiction, so how can I sleep well without taking down those administrative staff?

Chapter 259 Ate green gall? So arrogant?

Commissar Brock initially thought this was a simple tax collection task.

But the current situation took him somewhat by surprise.

First, in his data panel, Demeton II was classified as a Tier 2 tax world.

Such a world represents a world with developed trade, a prosperous economy, and advanced productivity.

However, the planet Demeton II is now under invasion by orcs, and its economy and productivity have plummeted.

Unable to meet current tax requirements,

Secondly, there was this state church nun in front of him, whose origins were unknown.

The other party did not seem willing to fulfill the sacred duty of loyalty to the emperor.

Of course, it would be utterly absurd to judge someone as a traitor based on this alone.

Let's not even talk about the fact that the state religion and he don't belong to the same system.

The equipment the other party possessed alone was enough to demonstrate that their background was extraordinary.

Ordinary Catholic nuns do not have such sophisticated equipment.

But his mission on this trip was to collect tithes from this planet.

If it is not taken back, that would be a serious dereliction of duty.

"Are you really going to insist on this? Refusing to pay tithes will be considered a betrayal of the empire."

Commissar Brock looked at the Anglican nuns in front of him and reiterated once again.

The little alpaca's gaze was resolute. "Yes, until production resumes, this planet will not pay any tithes."

"Moreover, the Ministry of the Interior has seriously neglected its duties. They should have come themselves to review the current state of this planet and determine the correct and reasonable taxes."

These words left the Kashejin squad, who had come to collect taxes, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Not only do they refuse to pay taxes, but they also want to question the Ministry of the Interior? Has this guy eaten a beast's gall?

“You should know that even if you belong to the state religion system and refuse to pay taxes, I can still kill you,” Commissar Brock said.

"Then you can give it a try." The little alpaca looked around at the Kashejin team in front of it.

Although her combat strength is not in the top tier among players, she is not afraid of a group of local NPCs.

The enemy has a warship, and she also has a combat barge on track.

The other side can mobilize the Ministry of the Interior's army, and she can also call on players to come.

If things get really bad, we can just go to war. Who's afraid of who?

"Sergeant Pia, you go back first and report the situation here to your superiors. Tell them that I am still trying to communicate with them to get them to pay their taxes as soon as possible."

Commissar Brock took a step back.

Let the accompanying Kashejin squad go back first to avoid wasting time.

Staying here would give me an excuse and prevent the Ministry of the Interior from viewing Demeton II as a betrayal.

“This is disobedience,” Sergeant Piah said, somewhat annoyed. “Paying tithes is an obligation of every imperial world.”

"Go back and report to the Ministry of the Interior as I instructed. You don't need to worry about anything else."

Commissar Brock reiterated once again,

Let the Kashejin squad leave.

Seeing the political commissar issue another order, Sergeant Piah was filled with dissatisfaction, but he still turned around, boarded the transport ship, and set sail.

"Thank you for speaking up for Demeton II. If we run out of ammunition, I really don't know how we can defend this hive world."

Colonel Nanlu, who was in charge of the defense of Damyton II's homeworld, came out and expressed his gratitude to the alpaca.

"This matter is probably not over yet, but let's get through the current crisis first."

The little alpaca watched the departing tax collection team.

Knowing the nature of those Interior Ministry officials, she'd have to go see them.

Otherwise, if we come back one day and find that World Demeton II has been burned to ashes by the punitive fleet sent by the Ministry of the Interior for betraying the Empire, that would be a real disaster.