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

The previously quiet players started making noise again.

Next, the various battle groups took the stage to recruit new members.

"Hey guys, wanna get some grilled mushrooms?!"

"It's okay if you don't want to eat mushrooms, you can eat roasted vegetables."

A fragrant aroma wafted over, making the players' mouths water.

The agricultural college team pulled out their recruitment weapon – a barbecue truck.

There was a barbecue cart, where the vegetable vendor was diligently grilling mushrooms.

On the other barbecue cart, the mushroom people are diligently grilling vegetables.

While they were grilling, the two sides would inexplicably start fighting.

Some of the mushroom and vegetable figures were chopped down, dragged back, washed, sliced, and thrown onto the barbecue grill.

The players were completely stunned. What kind of hellish operation was this?!

"The founder of this warband must be a Paradox Interactive player. They should be sent to practice shooting with light spears."

"This is even more hellish than making starfish cans!!"

"I'm reminded of a movie, Fruit Agents, which tells the story of how humans persecute them from the perspective of fruits."

"That animated series where a common soldier becomes the main villain??"

"I must say, that animated film is actually quite good."

"........."

The agricultural college team was packed with people, all crammed together eating barbecue.

Other teams also came up with various tricks to attract the attention of newcomers.

On the MC Dynasty side, they launched a rap, dance, and basketball supergroup.

A group of gene stealers, dressed in overalls, jumped around on stage with basketballs while singing recruitment raps.

The young players were also amazed.

"The KunKun Cult is growing stronger and stronger."

"It's a shame those cunning guys don't have hair, otherwise they'd look incredibly handsome with a slicked-back hairstyle!!"

"The person who planned this show is a genius."

"The cunning dancers are quite captivating."

"You guys say this cunning saintess is bald and ugly. But her figure is really amazing, it makes your mouth water."

"........."

Seeing the young players drawn over by the cunning gang,

The staff of MC Dynasty also started shouting loudly.

"Join the MC Dynasty and get a beautiful Zerg maid! Brothers, do you want a tyrant dressed as a maid?"

"Join the MC Dynasty and bring the Tyrant Maid home."

Meanwhile, the Witcher band played DJ music with nightclub lighting.

Inside a cage bound with exorcism prayers and iron chains, several succubi were performing a pole dance.

Their innate bodily instincts compel them to unconsciously maintain the exquisite image of human females.

Curvy and sexy.

The sight made all the young players drool.

"A real man should fight demons and be a demon hunter."

"Want to be a sexy succubus? Want to be a man like DOOM? Come on, join the Witcher band."

"........."

"Join the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion, brothers, let's have some fun! Come in and we'll give you limited edition dice masks, the same copper coin mask as Li Huowang."

"National Religion players, look this way, for the Emperor..."

"Anyone like Alpha? Hydra, gather up!"

"Brothers who love magic, come here for magic."

"........."

The whole scene was chaotic and noisy, just like a market.

Veteran players try every means to attract the attention of younger players and complete recruitment tasks.

New players seem to have inexhaustible energy, wandering around here and touching there.

Feng, the Sage of Kaska, and other high-ranking officials in the sector were all exhausted, but they still had to maintain order.

The chosen ones are too mischievous; if you're not careful, they can cause a major incident.

In subspace,

The Tzeentch demons, led by Carlos the Weaver of Fate, have been keeping a close eye on the Chosen Ones' movements.

As the power of the cursed increases, it becomes increasingly difficult to peer into the world of Athoma.

But Carlos persisted.

Only in this way could he keep track of the movements of those chosen ones in real time.

Seeing the actions of those outsiders, Carlos secretly shook his head.

"These high-latitude creatures are simply devils."

Does anyone sell green-skinned vegetables as canned produce?

Who captures a demon to keep as a pet?

Who captures demons, dark spirits, greenskins, and other races to make movies?

What's even more outrageous now is that they're doing role-playing!

[Being bullied by the Blood God, who always hated me, until dawn]

[A female scholar who was manipulated and driven to depravity by a fat, otaku who visited a garbage dump]

[The untold story of the Rain Father and the Weaver of Fate!!]

【………】

Sometimes, just one glance from him makes Carlos feel like his eyes and mind have been polluted.

Aside from doing things that pollute the soul and eyes,

The outsiders are also building powerful weapons such as colossus warships and celestial fortresses.

This is a force to be reckoned with, to reduce the Milky Way to ashes, to utter ruins!

They showed no respect for the gods and no mercy for other races.

If such a group continues to grow, the entire galaxy will face its end.

"It is our duty to protect the galaxy."

Carlos muttered to himself,

"We can't let these outsiders destroy the Milky Way."

"We need to check out Magnus's psionic awakening plan and give him a hand, otherwise if these chosen ones continue to grow stronger, the galaxy will face a terrible crisis."

Carlos pondered his new plan; he needed to find a way to suppress the development of those outsiders.

Otherwise, the Milky Way would be in danger.

Just as Carlos was about to set off, he suddenly realized a problem.

As a minion of the Chaos God, shouldn't I be on the evil side?

Why should he be the one to mediate matters like protecting the galaxy?

Who exactly is the evil god?

Is it really going to be a story of heroes chosen by the gods defeating the evil demon army?

The question is, who can the Warriors choose?

Carlos was seriously considering this question.

"Could it be that you're going to choose the Tau group??"

"This race has immense potential. If we could give them a push, they might actually be able to challenge the human empire!"

………………

After a week of sailing

Qin Yun's fleet arrived at the star system where Nocturne Star is located.

They entered the real universe from the Mandeville point.

It then used conventional engines for propulsion and headed toward Nocturne.

Their whereabouts were quickly pinpointed by the bird divination device.

The fleet protecting Nocturne quickly approached and questioned them to verify their identities.

Nocturne has not built a lighthouse and still uses extremely inefficient interstellar communication.

They captured a lot of astronomical messages from the subspace.

Upon learning that the empire now has two great figures in charge,

They organized an indomitable expedition to fight against the Great Raiders.

One of them is the Primarch of the Ultramarines—Robot Guilliman.

The other was a saint whom I had never heard of before.

They had no idea about further details.

After all, the information content of Star Language Communication is extremely low.

Currently, the Salamanders Chapter is led by Tu Shan.

Upon receiving news of the Imperial fleet's visit, he donned his armor and summoned the other high-ranking members of the chapter for a meeting.

"Who are they?" Tu Shan asked the communications officer beside him.

"One part of the fleet belongs to the Man-Eating Sharks, while the other part claims to be led by a saint."

The staff then projected the compiled communications to several Imperial Angels.

"A man-eating shark?" Tu Shan frowned as he examined the information on the projection.

He naturally knew about the Man-Eating Shark faction.

They acted ruthlessly, showing no mercy to their enemies.

To achieve their goals, they are willing to exploit and sacrifice even civilians, and they also like to plunder the belongings of friendly forces, so they have a very bad reputation.

The man-eating shark and the salamander have conflicting philosophies, therefore, they don't have much in common.

They never even greet you on ordinary days.

Now, they suddenly come to visit them.

Something's definitely fishy going on!

“They must have come with that saint,” said the second company commander, Peras. “From the interstellar messages we’ve received so far, we know that the saint and Kiriman have joined forces to reform Terra and launched the Unyielding Expedition to fight against the Great Raiders.”

“Regardless of their identity, they have come from afar and must have something to ask for,” Tu Shan said. “We need to treat them with caution.”

"Should we let them in?" Company Commander Agathon asked, "or just turn them away?"

"No matter what, they are troops of the Empire. They have come from afar, so we should maintain the demeanor of hosts and at least give them a chance to speak."

Sistan, the father of forging, spoke.

“Then let them in,” Tu Shan nodded. “Give them a chance to speak.”