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

Terubos ordered his men to prepare for war.

At the same time, he tidied his appearance, making himself look intimidating.

Regardless, he must secure the greatest possible advantage in the upcoming negotiations to ensure the sustainable development of the battle group.

Even if it means bearing a bad reputation, I'm willing to do it.

Tiberius stepped out of the shuttle, intending to give the other party a hard time.

When he planned to order his men to bring out weapons to prove he was not to be trifled with,

Then I saw the mountain of supplies piled up on the hangar deck.

Various new types of equipment and weapons, never seen before, were simply laid out on the open ground.

The commander of the battle group was so tempted that he was practically drooling.

Rich guy!!

He's incredibly rich!!

We must take full advantage of these deals.

When Qin Yun walked out surrounded by the crowd, the man-eating shark warriors, including Tylubos, stared wide-eyed.

"Saint...Saint Gilles?"

"No, I am not Saint Gilles, but a saint." Qin Yun pointed out the other person's mistake tactfully, then gestured to the mountain of supplies.

"These are your supplies. The Empire has enacted new laws that prohibit warbands from levying taxes on their own."

Looking at the mountain of supplies, Terubos subconsciously swallowed.

"Are these for us?"

"Otherwise what?" Qin Yun stared at Telubos. "Do you think we'd be so bored as to bring out our stored supplies, show them off in front of you, and then take them back?"

"How about you assign me a few tasks? I feel uneasy carrying so much stuff."

Terubos quickly scanned a few items and made some estimates.

The supplies in front of them were enough to support the entire Man-Eating Shark Armed Regiment.

Just moments ago, Terubos was plotting how to threaten, how to intimidate, and how to negotiate for benefits.

Right now, all I want to do is cling to the person in front of me.

He shouted, "Rich guy, please enslave the little shark to your heart's content!"

Qin Yun smiled upon hearing Terubos's words.

"These supplies are what every warband deserves. In addition, there is the Primitive Casting technology. I will send a team of Mechanics to your fleet to assist you in Primitive Casting enhancement."

"And what you need to do is stop collecting the blood tax and the gray tax."

P.S.: This is a 10,000-word update. I'm trying to get it to the "Featured" category, otherwise, once there are more chapters, there will be even less hope.

Chapter 264 Has the Bat Cub's Father Returned? (Part 2)

"Is it really that simple—just stop collecting the blood tax and the gray tax?"

Terubos was somewhat uneasy.

This doesn't even qualify as a condition.

The Manhunter Chapter itself was composed of a group of exiled veterans.

Years ago, they didn't even know whose child it was.

Without a parent group to claim it, there's no one to speak up for them.

He's not good with words, so he can't please the High Lord or the Motorbike Guy.

Often, they had to solve the problems of manpower and equipment themselves, which led to the emergence of the Blood Tax and Gray Tax.

Blood Tax: They have the right to plunder the population of the Imperial world to use as potential recruits or chapter servants.

Gray Tax: You can exchange various ancient relics, or alien artifacts and oilers obtained from outside the empire's borders, for new equipment.

During the Badakhshan War,

That is, the war in which Huron the Blackheart rebelled.

The Terran Highlords gave the Mantis Warriors' homeworld to them as spoils of war.

However, instead of settling down, they packed up all their people and resources and abandoned the planet.

The primary mission of the Shark Legion is to venture beyond the borders of the Empire.

Fight against enemies that may pose a threat to the Empire.

Therefore, since they have no way to manage their home planet, the best option is to harvest a wave of resources and leave.

Collecting blood taxes and gray taxes are their only supplementary means.

Nowadays, some wealthy men are shouting the slogan, "I'll pay for everything!"

Who would bother collecting blood taxes and gray taxes? Wouldn't it be better to cling to the coattails of the rich?

"Yes, you don't need to do anything else, just stop collecting the gray tax and the blood tax."

"These supplies are for you."

"Now, please have Chapter Leader Telbos move the equipment off my ship."

Qin Yun looked at Teborus and said sarcastically, "Otherwise, you'll have to pay storage fees if it's left out for too long."

The humorous words eased Theubos's unease and further confirmed that this was their compensation.

Tylubos was wearing a Tactical Dauntless Terminator armor set.

Dozens of gleaming brass rivets were embedded in the gray ceramic armor.

Beneath the ceramic armor are layers upon layers of plastic steel reinforced with adamantite beams.

Its arms are equipped with exaggeratedly large and terrifying arm armor, as well as sharp power claws and recurved twin chainsaw blades.

When he took off his helmet, a weathered and scarred, resolute face appeared before Qin Yun.

Immediately afterwards, Teborus tucked his helmet into his waistband and knelt on one knee.

The yellowed head at his waist shook and began to thud.

"The Shark Legion is at your service, Your Excellency, Holy Emperor."

"From now on, your will will be the target of the Shark Eater Legion's blade."

Terubos spoke sincerely.

"No need for that." Qin Yun raised his hands, and Telbos, who was wearing heavy Terminator armor, was lifted up by an invisible force.

He's definitely a poor kid; he'll be completely taken advantage of if you give him a little something.

Children who lack love are easily deceived.

The Little Shark Squad perfectly exemplifies this point.

It's okay, we still need to be good to our kids.

Qin Yun thought of the players, and his previous thoughts vanished instantly.

Let's just let these unfilial sons go.

“You are a hero, Telbos,” Qin Yun said. “So are the Man-Eating Sharks. You have given everything for the Empire, and this is what you deserve.”

Terubos looked at the saint shrouded in light, whose image resembled that of an angel from mythology.

The sincere words were full of recognition and praise for the Shark Eater Band.

This filled Teborus with a strong sense of pride.

The man-eating shark has a bad reputation.

Many warbands were wary of them.

The high lords of Terra are even more accustomed to ignoring their existence.

But now, the Sage stands before him, affirming the contributions of the Man-Eating Shark Squad.

"Thank you, saint."

"Contact your warband and move your supplies."

Qin Yun added, "We'll talk about other things after you're done with your work."

"Ok."

The Terubos and the battle barge Nikol established communication.

Have the think tank director send someone over to move the things.

"The sage is a handsome, generous, and noble man. We must apologize for questioning him earlier."

“The big harvester.” The think tank director’s voice was very deep. “Please be mindful of your current position. You are still negotiating. If you show any favoritism towards the negotiating partner, it will greatly reduce our gains.”

"Alright, Te Kahulangi, please stop questioning our great Sage. I now suspect that the Sage is the Primarch of our Chapter."

"If not, I really can't imagine why he would be so good to us!!"

Tylubos interrupted the think tank director, forbidding him from slandering the saint.

The head of the think tank on the other end of the communication line widened his eyes slightly.

What happened?!

Tyborus usually has a stern and unsmiling expression, as if someone owes him eight hundred sets of Terminator armor and hasn't paid them back.

Now, however, he has completely changed his personality. Not only is he as happy as a child, but he also claims that the so-called saint might be the Primarch of their warband!

Didn't we just find out a while ago that they were a sub-group of the Dark Raven Guard?

How could they suddenly change their allegiance and become the offspring of that saint?

"This kind of thinking needs to be corrected by the pastor."

"Teborus is usually so composed, how come he changes his tune so easily over the slightest good thing?!"

Te Kahulangi said silently to himself,

How can you arbitrarily identify the original entity?

Their Primarch can only be the Lord of the Ravens—Corius Corax.

After hanging up the communication,

Te Kahulangi led his men on a transport boat to meet up with Teborus.

…………

"You mean all of these are for us?"

As soon as he stepped off the transport ship, Te Kahulangi stared wide-eyed at the mountain of supplies piled up in front of him.

The accompanying pastor and company commanders had the same expression, their faces filled with disbelief.

That's a bit too much!

“Yes, they are all ours, and these are only a part of it,” Terubos said. “A large part has not yet been moved out.”

“I apologize for questioning you, Great Harvester,” Te Kahulangi said sincerely. “There’s a reason you became our Chapter Master.”

“I now suspect that the previous investigation was wrong. Our mother group is definitely not the Raven Guard.”

“I agree. Our Primarch must be a saint.” Nicholas, a priest, nodded firmly.

There was no way around it; they gave us just too much.

The sage also promised that the Empire would be responsible for supplying the Shark Legion in the future.

The supplies will be more than today, not less, and we will also be able to enjoy all kinds of new equipment.

A Primarch who exiled his ancestors, and a Mother Group that ignored him.

A handsome and kind saint who cared deeply for them.

Do we even need to consider how to choose?