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

Commissar Brock was about to speak when, before he could open his mouth, a loud boom was heard in the distance. The towering wall was blasted open, and hordes of green-skinned orcs rushed in.

"Brothers, for the Emperor!" the little alpaca shouted, raising his giant sword.

"Let's go, let's go, for the Emperor."

"Kill all those green-skinned aliens, leave no one alive."

Follow the alpacas to support Demeton II World.

They are all players who follow the national religion route.

You can't tell normally,

Once they enter battle mode, they become extremely fanatical.

They acted very loyally.

Commissar Brock stared in disbelief.

These guys are all fanatics, it seems.

But why are they unwilling to pay tithes?

The fanatical believers I've seen before—they'd be the first to object if anyone dared not pay taxes!

The attacking green-skinned orcs were not strong and were quickly wiped out, leaving a trail of bloodshed.

"Let's press on and launch a counterattack."

The little alpaca had no intention of continuing the war of attrition with the green-skinned orcs.

The decision was made to execute a decapitation strike.

They slaughtered all the high-ranking green-skinned orcs on this planet.

at the same time,

The tax-collecting team from Kashejin quickly arrived at the AN06.01 inventory world, the fourth tax level.

Like many military worlds similar to Empire,

They are vital hubs for supplying resources, providing war materials to countless battlefields.

After Sergeant Piah submitted the report to the management officer, the officer frowned.

“Refusing to pay tithes is an act of betrayal against the Empire. Didn’t you make that clear to them?”

“We did,” Sergeant Pierre nodded, “but a nun from the State Church refused to speak to us, claiming she wanted to investigate the Interior Ministry’s dereliction of duty, because assessing taxes and protecting the people of the Empire are the Interior Ministry’s responsibilities, yet the Interior Ministry arbitrarily sets tax standards, ignoring the suffering people of the Empire.”

"They believe this is a serious dereliction of duty and someone must be held accountable."

Sergeant Piah embellished the story and spoke his mind.

As an elite member of the empire, she would rather lead her squad to the battlefield to fight to the death than do this kind of work.

The situation on Demeter 2 world is not an isolated case.

Many parts of the world are mired in suffering.

Meanwhile, the Ministry of the Interior hides in its tiny office, formulating completely unreasonable taxes.

The Interior Ministry official frowned.

"Investigating the Ministry of the Interior? They've really gone too far! So arrogant?! Demeton II has been designated a traitorous world. Notify the punitive fleet to carry out a purge against them."

"Since you are disloyal to the emperor, then accept the punishment."

"Commissar Brock is trying to persuade them that perhaps we should give them a chance," Sergeant Pia said.

“Refusing to pay tithes is treason, and traitors should be punished with swift and severe measures.”

The Interior Ministry official's voice was stern.

Sergeant Piah dared not speak again.

A technician walked up and spoke.

"My lord, the planetary platform's structural support can no longer bear any more weight. Even if we collect a tithe, it will have to be destroyed. Why not give them a chance?"

The Interior Ministry official turned his head and gave the technician a stern look.

"Whether the collected taxes are destroyed or something else, that is the Ministry of the Interior's business. Paying tithes is the duty of the people of the Empire to the Emperor."

“Refusing to pay tithes is treason against the Emperor, an unforgivable sin.”

The technician sighed, dared not offer any further advice, and withdrew.

"Immediately request the dispatch of a punitive fleet."

The Interior Ministry official turned and walked back into the towering, majestic Interior Ministry building.

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Chapter 260 Version Update

"For the Emperor."

The little alpaca swung the giant sword in its hand.

He shouted as he blocked the orc chieftain's battle axe that swung down.

The orc leader was nearly four meters tall, with a burly physique and thick muscles that looked like they could run a train.

The battle axe in his hand was even more exaggerated; although crude, it was enormous.

When it was swung, a series of ear-piercing popping sounds were heard in the air.

The alpaca's body appears somewhat slender.

She maintains the physique of a normal fit woman; although she has muscles, they are not exaggerated, and even when she wears armor, she does not appear bulky.

However, her strength was extraordinary; even when facing an orc chieftain, she could fight him to a standstill.

"What incredible power!!"

Commissar Brock, who was also carrying out the decapitation strike, stared wide-eyed at the sight.

He too had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

They naturally knew just how ridiculously powerful these green-skinned orcs were.

Orc leaders are among the best.

Now, a nun from the Church of England is actually able to fight this behemoth to a standstill!

If this were told to others, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

Zheng!

The clash of swords and axes produced a continuous, resounding sound.

After the little alpaca shouted the Emperor's name once more, it forcefully pushed away the orc chieftain's battle axe.

Then, he leaped up, raised his sword, and beheaded the orc leader.

The massive headless corpse twitched for a moment before collapsing with a thud.

This orc leader was currently the highest-ranking leader of the green-skinned orcs, yet he has been killed.

The green-skinned orcs, who had been fighting, cried out in alarm and turned to flee.

With their orc leader dead, their morale collapsed.

The war horns sounded at this moment.

The Imperial forces remaining in the hive capital seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, slaughtering the demoralized orcs.

The players chanted various slogans and slaughtered the green-skinned orcs, routing them completely.

After several hours, the green-skinned orcs' offensive completely collapsed.

The Empire won a great victory and pressed on to hunt down the remaining green-skinned orcs, determined to wipe them out completely.

"Thank you for your help." Colonel Nanlu expressed his sincere gratitude to the alpaca and the others.

He hadn't expected the reinforcements to be so effective.

First, they helped him fight back against the Kashejin squad that came to collect taxes.

Helped to drive back the green-skinned orcs.

They also carried out decapitation strikes.

In just two or three days, the arrogant orcs were routed.

"Compared to other players, my speed is considered slow."

The little alpaca wasn't happy, because the Emperor Bull and Horse Legion and the Hammer and Scythe Legion were frantically grinding quests.

Their efficiency is far greater than hers.

Especially that Warhammer Succubus,

Damn, don't they need to rest?

A global battle was won in a single day!

A certain Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website) claims that fifty Astartes could conquer a planet in a day.

That's just netizens making a meme.

As it turns out, you damned bunch of bastards are actually taking down a planet every day.

The little alpaca was very upset; her team, Battle Roses, was being pushed down the rankings by those "scrolling kings" little by little.

In a while, I'm afraid the top twenty will be out.

"The main threat posed by the orcs has been eliminated, and our mission here is considered complete. I'll sign here; I need to go support the next world."

The alpaca took out a data board.

It contains information about missions related to supporting Demeton II.

“Okay.” Colonel Nanlu didn’t waste any words and immediately signed it with his biometric stamp.

After receiving the signature, the alpaca uploaded the task.

Before long, they received a new mission: to support another world that was being harassed by Chaos traitors.

"Mission accomplished, we should be going now. Don't worry, I'll talk to the Ministry of the Interior. Demeton II's tax suspension is only due to the invasion."

The alpaca put away the data panel and offered a few words of comfort to Colonel Nanlu.

The eyes of this battle-hardened imperial soldier immediately reddened.

Firstly, because I was moved.

The chosen ones actually remembered the tithe.

I was even prepared to go there myself to explain.

Since its invasion, Demeton II has been in an awkward position, neglected and unloved by both sides.

Not only are there no reinforcements, but those idiots from the Ministry of the Interior also want to levy taxes.

Now, the Chosen Ones have arrived, not only helping them deal with the greenskin orcs, but also helping them with the tithe.

Secondly, I admire them. These chosen ones are so loyal. They have just finished this battle and are already rushing to the next battlefield.

The Chosen Ones' loyalty to the Emperor is unparalleled.

Just as Colonel Nanlu was about to express his gratitude, the little alpaca waved his hand and said, "No need for thanks. We're pressed for time and have a heavy mission, so we'll be leaving now."

The little alpaca called for the battle barge, instructing the servants left behind to send a transport boat down.

However, before the transport ship even disembarked, he received a message.

The Ministry of the Interior's disciplinary forces have arrived.

It also bears the markings of a courthouse.

It was obvious that the act of not paying tithes had angered the incompetent officials at the Ministry of the Interior.

They even dragged the courtroom into it.

The punitive fleet quickly arrived in orbit around Demeton II.