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

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out continuously.

Several fragments of subspace, radiating a hazy glow, pierced the air.

In a mere instant, he blew the heads off the three Chaos Warriors standing at the front.

Jujiro stepped forward, staff in hand. "Still trying to gang up on us? Do you think we're dead?"

“Skulls offered to the golden throne, blood sacrificed to the divine emperor.”

A roar came from the sky.

A Chaos Space Marine instinctively looked up.

I saw a guy wearing red power armor descending from the sky, wielding a battle axe.

The Chaos Warrior stared wide-eyed at the rapidly spinning saw teeth.

The next second, he was cleaved in two from top to bottom.

Arm-wielding warriors, bathed in their blood, then swung their battleaxes to slaughter the remaining Chaos Warriors and Beastmen.

Other players arrived one after another and began to wreak havoc, quickly wiping out Lucius's men.

"Tsk! Tsk!"

The War General, seeing Lucius's troubled expression, scoffed.

"It seems you still have to face me yourself."

"I'm going to kill you!" Lucius charged again.

The wound on his chest had stopped bleeding and was even beginning to heal slowly.

This is what makes the Chaos Warriors so formidable: they possess the genetic technology of emperors and the blessings of the gods.

Before the Primal Forged Warriors were created, they were the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.

Now, the players are the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.

The Warlord used his shield to block Lucius's ferocious attack, then repeated the same trick, giving his opponent a sharp push that threw him off balance.

Lucius knew inwardly he was in trouble, but it was too late to retreat.

The warlord swung his sword and attacked.

The cold blade kissed Lucius's throat.

What followed was a searing, excruciating pain.

Fragrant, fresh blood gushed from the shattered neck.

Lucius pressed his hand tightly against the wound, but the wound continued to widen under the pressure of the armored fingers, and the blood flowed incessantly.

"How could I possibly lose to you?!"

Lucius tried to speak, but his vocal cords had ruptured, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose, replacing his words.

But soon, Lucius's twisted and ferocious face broke into a smile again.

"You're making me more and more interested. One day, I'll definitely kill you."

"Your life belongs to me, and can only belong to me."

The war commander looked speechless.

Those who believe in sin are definitely not normal!

Even at this point, they still want to engage in heretical forced love!

When he has time, he will borrow the Emperor's Sword or the Spear of Dionysus to see if he can kill this guy completely.

The warlord would like to see.

If this bastard can't be resurrected, will he still be able to laugh?

"I hope you can keep this in mind." The War General used his heavy shield to strike Lucius's head repeatedly.

If it were an ordinary person, their head would be shattered into pieces on the first blow.

Lucius, despite being hit hard repeatedly, only suffered minor cuts and bruises.

But the impact and dizziness from the brute force of the collision caused him to keep retreating.

"Pour it down!" Zhan Shuai roared, then slammed the opponent's head down with all his might.

Lucius was sent flying, crashing into a thick pillar with a bang, and then passed out.

Zhan Shuai walked over and took out a cube from the spatial storage that was even darker than the void of the universe—the Dimensional Cube.

This is the technology of space necromancy.

After Tarasin submitted to Qin Yun, the technology was promoted throughout the empire.

A beam of light shot out from the Rubik's Cube, the light points dancing on the fallen Lucius, and finally expanding into a light curtain that enveloped Lucius.

The next second, the Dimensional Cube devoured Lucius, locking this traitor of chaos into a static dimension.

“I know the Prince of Joy will resurrect you, but as long as you live, there’s nothing he can do.”

"Stay in there and wait until the day I borrow the Spear of Dionysus and the Sword of the Emperor, that will be the day of your death, you fool."

The War General will store the Dimensional Cube in the warehouse space.

This once arrogant swordsman, the son of an emperor, was thus reduced to a prisoner.

The remaining sons of the emperor's warriors witnessed this and turned to flee.

Their most powerful member, Lucius, was captured by the enemy.

Continuing to fight would only lead to their own demise.

The players, including Jujiro, didn't let them get too far before wiping them all out.

“Lucius has been dealt with, so only Bayer remains. That bastard is cunning, so be very careful.”

"It would be best to capture that guy alive, since he can be resurrected through some means."

The War General is starting to crave either the Emperor's Sword or the Dionysus Spear.

These bastards can all come back to life; they won't be afraid unless we use some killer moves.

Unfortunately, only emperors could forge such divine artifacts.

And now, the emperor is slumped on his golden throne!

"We need to find a way to get Old Huang back to work!"

"Even if the body is paralyzed, the soul still exists, right?"

As Zhan Shuai muttered to himself, he led the young players in another charge.

The beastmen created by Bayer emerge from their hiding places and attack the players.

But the players who completed their second advancement were incredibly powerful; the beastmen were defeated as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!"

The man with the wrist roared as he swung his chainsaw axe.

The furious serrations instantly tore through the flesh of the beastmen, ripping their bodies apart.

Crimson blood splattered, and internal organs flowed out from the mangled body.

His counter went up rapidly, each tick representing a kill.

"Offer your skull to the golden throne, offer your blood to the divine emperor." The old man tore open the flesh of an enemy...

The sound grew increasingly violent, echoing throughout the ruined city.

At this moment, Bayer was standing on a tower that had been cut in half, watching the battlefield in the distance.

"This is troublesome!!"

"That idiot Lucius actually got arrested!!"

"This chosen one is much stronger than the last one!"

Bayer hadn't expected the chosen ones who came this time to be so powerful.

Even Lucius was no match for him.

"Should we retreat, or take a gamble?"

Bayer hesitated.

The chosen ones are composed of a very special kind; if one can obtain them, one can perfect one's creation.

His child could become the new master of the galaxy, the darling of the gods, and even one day replace the gods.

Bayer didn't have much affection for the Chaos Gods.

But at this stage, they are the only ones who can help him.

A brief period of cooperation is necessary; only in this way can the new humans truly take control of the galaxy.

Bayer paced back and forth, and finally, he decided to confront these Chosen Ones head-on and see if he could capture one or two for experiments.

…………

As Jujiro turned the corner of the corridor, he encountered the terrifying monster created by Fabius Bayer.

A group of burly, muscular, beast-like beings.

These creatures had sharp teeth, with crimson flesh and blood remaining between them. Their hands were covered in blood, and they gripped crude, simple weapons tightly.

The body is adorned with the head or teeth of the deceased.

"Disgusting stuff!"

Jujiro didn't hesitate and immediately attacked.

A surge of violent spiritual energy erupted instantly, condensing into a hand in the void.

They snatched the closest beastmen out of thin air.

Then, a surge of violent spiritual energy rushed into their bodies.

Instantly, the sounds of 'Bang! Bang! Bang!' rang out repeatedly, blasting these beastmen into pieces.

The remaining beastmen mostly showed expressions of terror.

The fastest-reacting of the beastmen howled and pounced, attempting close combat.

"You're still not running? You think I'm bad at close combat?!"

Jujiro spun around, using the momentum of his scepter to swing it out.

bang,

The head of a beastman was smashed to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his right fist out and struck another beastman in the chest, instantly breaking its sternum and shattering its heart into pieces.

Then, with a roll, he unleashed another burst of psionic energy from his hand, sending the remaining beastmen flying.

The sounds of impact were incessant.

In just a few breaths, they defeated all of these beastmen.

[Battle Duration: 4.33 seconds]

The armor panel automatically pops up the combat assessment results.

The threat detector activated, and data flashed at the edge of the field of vision.

All signals were displayed in green, and readings of blood chemistry scrolled across his vision.

"Threats within range have been eliminated," the Armored Mech Soul said.

Jujiro strode toward a wailing beastman and used his powerful psychic abilities to search the beastman's mind and extract information.

The beastman let out a painful cry.

He felt as if something was churning his brain, causing him excruciating pain.

After Jujiro finished his plundering, the beastman's eyes rolled back, and he stopped breathing.

Jujiro then threw away the beastman corpse in his hand and turned on the communicator.