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

Many people were dissatisfied with Sonas's overbearing behavior, but no one objected.

Seeing that his proposal was passed, Sonas Colin raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a sneer.

The Valancius family will surely die this time.

Even the apparition of the rotting corpse on the Golden Throne could not save them.

Wait until the Valancius family is destroyed.

He looked for an opportunity to take away several young people with Valancius family blood.

Force them to marry into the Colin family so that they can legitimately inherit the imperial title.

By that time, the Colin family's development will reach a higher level.

Two hours passed by after deleting and revising.

Writing is such a grueling job!

But as long as everyone enjoys watching, that's all that matters.

Chapter 57: The Rise of Warmaster Adolf

Qin Yun convened a military meeting.

Planet Governor Feng, Sage Casca, Bishop Hydrak and other high-level officials were all present.

In addition, there are military commanders such as Major General Aying.

Aying's promotion speed can be described as rocket-like.

While on the Lycard Space Station, he was only a captain.

Now, he is a major general.

Captain, Major, Lieutenant Colonel, Colonel, Major General.

A promotion that others would take more than ten years to complete.

He finished in two months.

Such a quick promotion made many people wonder what Aying’s background was!

Qin Yun never responded to these speculations and doubts.

He couldn't tell others that he didn't have many people available.

Even fewer are proficient in the military field.

Ayinge was good at fighting, recruiting soldiers, and was loyal and obedient.

When attacking the Stone Nest City, he rushed to the front, fought bravely, and was able to command large troops in battle.

Suppress the Tirian riot and carry out Qin Yun's orders to the letter.

He took control of the guards and suppressed the nobles with an iron fist.

If he wasn't promoted, would those family members who wanted to put me in a bad light for no reason be promoted?!

The military meeting mainly discussed issues such as retaking the planet Atoma, annihilating the remaining rebels, and how to rebuild.

Qin Yun has a complete set of detailed plans.

Once the surface is recovered and the reconstruction of the hive city is completed, we will enter a stage of large-scale development and production.

Develop the mineral resources of the asteroid belt, as well as those uncolonized satellites and planets.

Build space factories, space agriculture, docks, star fortresses and other void buildings.

At the same time, we should encourage childbirth and increase the population.

Qin Yun also asked the Mechanicus to extract the gene seeds from the players.

They will be used to cultivate implantable organs, with the intention of mass-producing Astartes and preparing for expeditions to other star regions.

Gene seed is a general term for a series of reproductive cells and genetic programming data.

Can be cultivated into various genetic organs with different functions,

These genetic organs were surgically implanted into healthy human boys.

It can be transformed into a superhuman space warrior.

Each Astartes warrior can contribute two gene-seeds in his lifetime.

One is located in the throat. After the recruit completes the surgical transformation, it will mature and is a blank seed.

The other one is located near the chest cavity and contains some combat memories of the implantee.

It can allow new recruits to quickly grow into veterans.

Once players choose to redeem their gene seeds, they will be pulled into the Emperor's realm and complete their transformation there.

Although their promotion is different from that of ordinary Astartes, they also have gene-seed.

Although the Astartes are not the strongest branch of the Empire, their cost-effectiveness is unmatched.

Today, the situation in the empire is precarious, and sufficient troops must be mobilized to suppress it.

You know, those bastards on Terra even dared to plot against the Primarch.

If your fists are not big enough, you will probably be killed by them.

Of course, to be on the safe side, Qin Yun only cultivated the gene seeds of the loyal legion.

At the meeting, Qin Yun arranged tasks for everyone in detail and gave a final encouragement and mobilization.

"This war is humanity's counterattack against Chaos. The Empire must win, humanity must win."

"Everyone, let us win victory and glory again."

As soon as the words fell, the crowd cheered.

Shouting slogans such as "The empire will win, humanity will win."

After the military meeting, everyone left quickly and returned to their posts.

All departments of the Tyrian Hive began to operate with unprecedented efficiency.

The giant equipment in the factory roared incessantly, running day and night, producing piles of war materials.

The people were also mobilized, and the propaganda machine based on the state religion was running at full capacity, preaching day and night.

As the bishop, Hydrak personally took the stage.

Speak throughout Tyrian Hive,

Encourage the people to join the army and sacrifice themselves for the war.

"The messenger of the God-Emperor has walked the earth, he will bring light and salvation."

"Confused and suffering people, it is time to unite and take revenge on those enemies."

Players including Zhanshuai, Niebaren, Jujiro and others formed a group called 'Emperor's Cattle'.

They thought of going to the tavern in the game and celebrating.

After being promoted to Astartes, their average height was 2.3 meters.

This height is not exaggerated in the hive city.

Many gang members and enhancement maniacs have this height.

So people who saw him only regarded Zhan Shuai and his group as gangsters who were not easy to mess with.

They easily entered a pub that looked well decorated.

The interior of the pub was filled with smoke and the lights of cheap neon lights flickered constantly.

Dancers dressed sexy and wearing cheap perfume walked among the guests.

Once the alcohol takes effect, discussions about politics and military affairs are inevitable in the pub.

A thin man was particularly eye-catching.

He spoke at length about the current situation and criticized the authorities harshly.

"Now the war mobilization has begun again. It hasn't been long since we last recaptured the Stone Hive, and they're going to fight again. The higher-ups don't take our lives seriously at all."

“The benefits and treatment are pretty good these days, so don’t always criticize the higher-ups like this,” someone retorted.

The man shook his head, a mocking expression on his face.

"Those are just temporary concessions they made to win you over. When the war is over, they will gradually take back what they gave you and ask you to pay even more."

"Isn't this a rare occurrence? Every time they're vying for power and engaging in internal strife, they make all sorts of promises and promises to the people, only to turn their backs on them once they gain power."

When Zhanshuai heard what this guy said, he immediately frowned.

His real identity is a passionate student.

When he heard someone slandering the policies formulated by the guides in this way, he immediately slammed the table.

The sound was so loud that the entire pub became quiet in an instant.

The drinking guests all turned their eyes to them.

Because they are all muscular and tall, they look like tough guys at first glance.

Others didn't dare to say much, for fear of getting into trouble.

The man who spoke so arrogantly was also stunned, showing a trace of panic and fear.

The Warmaster stood up and walked in front of the man, his eyes sharp.

"Have you ever been in a war?"

The man shook his head.

"Have you ever killed a rebel soldier?"

The man still shook his head.

"Then why are you here wantonly criticizing and slandering those who risked their lives to protect you?"

The Warmaster looked around, sizing everyone up with sharp eyes, and no one dared to meet his gaze.

"Do you think we have the initiative in this war? No, we never chose this war."

"No one wants to face those monsters, no one wants to die at the hands of those heretics, but in this desperate time, we have no choice."

The tavern fell silent, with only the Warmaster's voice echoing.

Everyone looked at him, some in shock, some in thought.

"Do you think those enemies are here for a picnic, to bring warmth and happiness?"

"Neither. They are here to kill us."

"I saw piles of bodies, some skinned, some beheaded, men, women and children."

"Their despair and fear, even long after they died, were still deeply etched on their faces."

"If we don't fight, more people will suffer the same fate."

"Think about your wives and children, think about your parents. Would you be willing to let your family suffer like that?"

Zhan Shuai walked up to a middle-aged man.

"Tell me, are you willing to have your family beheaded and slaughtered by those enemies?"

"No, I don't want to." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"What about you?"

"I don't want to either."

"how about you?"

"I don't want to."

The Warmaster pointed at several people one after another. He looked around at everyone, "What about you?"

"I don't want to."

Everyone gave the same answer.