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

It was Director Qi who came to the rescue.

Without any hesitation, he aimed the bomb gun in his other hand at the Midnight Lord and pulled the trigger.

boom!

Gunshots rang out, and the enemy's head, clad in a spiked helmet, exploded.

The headless Midnight Lord has lost its life.

The corpse nailed to the wall became limp and lifeless.

"Well done."

The silent night sky rises from the ground.

I gave a thumbs up to Director Qi for his timely support.

Neither side had time to care about the other.

Then another demon pounced on them.

"Line up! Hold your ground!" Director Qi shouted.

The silent night sky seemed to echo, "The Lord of Midnight is fearless."

This made the Midnight Lord warrior, who was hiding in the shadows, look grim.

The opposing side chanted their slogans, making this bloody war seem somewhat absurd.

…………

The players swept through the enemy ranks, causing the demonic tide and the Midnight Lord to collapse.

However, this offensive only lasted for the first few lines of defense; once they entered the core area of ​​the fortress,

The players who charged ahead suffered greatly.

Coz ordered his men to set traps in every corner.

Hiding in a corner, I suddenly triggered a booby trap.

With a loud bang, several players scattered and logged off.

Others, as they walked along, suddenly found themselves engulfed in flames, burning them to a crisp.

There are even more outrageous ones,

A heavy truck with sharp spikes mounted on its front rumbled down the corridor.

It directly turned all the players who had no way to avoid it into a hornet's nest, crushing them into pieces.

A bunch of players who didn't react in time were immediately sent back to their starting point by these traps.

"Damn, that's so underhanded!!"

"He's an animal! A beast indeed!"

"That bastard Kurtz must die, he must die!!"

"........."

The offline players flocked to the Warhammer Online official website forum.

He vehemently criticized the inhuman Koz.

This made many netizens both gloat and envious.

If you attain Buddhahood: "Damn it, when will it be our turn?!"

The King of Wudang also wants to be the Pirate King: "Let us suffer this hardship."

Can I say I like you? "Please, give the child a spot, I can't take it anymore."

Hell Soldier reporting for duty: "Why?? Why isn't it in open beta yet??"

…………

The Stone Fortress.

Azrael led his guards to the outer lookout platform to search for the Primarch.

Passing through the gate, they saw part of the structure of the megalithic fortress through the transparent reinforced glass floor-to-ceiling windows.

City-sized engine and generator sets,

A magnificent ram and a harbor large enough to accommodate battleships,

From the observation platform, you can see everything at a glance.

The Stone Fortress is one of the Empire's most colossal warships.

Its scale is so enormous that it defies description.

Numerous warships surrounded the megalithic fortress, like a swarm of bees offering sacrifices to their mother hive.

At this moment, Ryan was standing on the observation deck, which was enclosed by transparent tempered glass.

There are no lights here; the lighting system is off. The only light sources are the distant starlight and the glow of the warship's engines.

Against the backdrop of the starry sky and the fleet of ships, the lion appears as a lonely silhouette.

The Primarch was not gazing at the starry sky.

Instead, it examines the world of Tulsa, imprisoned by the dimensional device, and the vast amount of battlefield data, grasping the ever-changing situation.

"Azrael".

Ryan knew the identity of the newcomer without turning around.

"Primarch."

Azrael knelt on one knee.

The guards behind him did the same.

The lion remained silent until Zabril and several other fallen angels emerged from the darkness, at which point he spoke to Azrael.

"Get up."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tactical holographic projection appeared in front of everyone.

Its scanning range covered the entire war zone.

The hundreds of runes on it accurately showed the deployment range of the imperial army.

"The warp energy readings have surged, and the enemy has summoned reinforcements from the warp." Ryan said calmly, "I didn't expect that Koz would have a trump card up his sleeve, capable of ignoring the dimensional blockade."

"We did indeed sense a powerful anchor point, and it is through that anchor point that the power of the warp influences the real universe."

Ezekiel, as the chief strategist of the Dark Angels, stepped forward and explained to the Lion.

"Can we lock onto it?" Ryan asked, looking at his offspring.

“Yes, we can.” Ezekiel nodded. “We’ve been watching it ever since it appeared.”

“Then let’s go into battle and put this farce to rest,” Ryan said.

“As you wish, my lord.” Azrael nodded.

They left the observation platform, walked outwards, crossed Hero's Avenue, and entered the teleportation hall.

At this moment, the busy technical servants had already gathered here.

The teleportation device was activated; subspace energy crackled, churned, and swirled around the heavy power unit.

The classics shimmered endlessly in the air, stirring at the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Teleportation path established."

As Ryan walked in, the technical sage in charge of the teleportation platform immediately reported loudly.

Once all the warriors had assembled, the lion gave the order.

"Start now, let's put an end to this war."

…………

With a burst of light from teleportation, the lion descended upon the battlefield.

Their destination was clear: the location of the subspace anchor point.

The world dissolved and twisted under the power of the ether, and a chilling, biting air rushed towards us.

Everyone present felt a sudden sensation of weightlessness.

And there were also faint, eerie howls, as if emanating from a gaping abyss, their haunting cries lingering in the ears.

Nausea and disgust come quickly, but they also go away quickly.

When the senses returned to the physical world, the Dark Angels stepped into the real world.

The knights warily raised their swords, scanning for any potential enemies.

In their minds, the Midnight Lord would inevitably attack them immediately.

But nothing happened.

It's too quiet.

Ryan stood in the center of the group, his hand on the hilt of his sword, wary of his brother suddenly launching an attack.

With the coordinates accurate, the sages of the Mechanical Order teleported them to their destination.

They were currently in a spacious hall, devoid of any luxurious decorations.

Only the skeletons of sinners hung up by iron chains remained.

In the center of the hall stood a huge and complex altar, seemingly made of some kind of bone material.

A gigantic staff hovered above the altar, surging with astonishing power.

The ancient runes seemed to breathe and glow as if they were alive.

The light emanating from this altar was the only source of light in the hall.

But the area it can illuminate is not large.

At the edge of the light, shadows lingered secretly and silently on the floor.

They danced gracefully in a thick, buttery halo.

"This must be the anchor point in the subspace!!"

Ryan spotted the scepter and his brother immediately.

The other person sat on a pitch-black throne at the far end of a large hall, completely shrouded in darkness.

All Azrael and the others saw was darkness.

Only the lion can see Coz and his offspring in the darkness.

"Prepare for battle," Ryan said.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Midnight Lords and those twisted warp creatures burst forth from the darkness and launched an attack on the knights.

In an instant, a fierce battle broke out between the two sides.

The lion roared and brandished its sword at the traitors who pounced on it.

He was like a hurricane, overturning everything in his path.

Amidst the enemy's dense gunfire,

Even Imperial heroes like Azrael are constantly in danger.

But Ryan roamed the battlefield with impunity, unstoppable.

Heavy weapons couldn't track or pinpoint his location, while light weapons couldn't harm him.

He was like a primal, savage force, wreaking havoc on the dusty battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, the Midnight Lords and warp creatures who were attempting to besiege the Lion were slain.

The longsword forged by Qin Yun was unparalleled in its sharpness when swung, rendering all obstacles as nothing.

Seeing his offspring slaughtered, Coz rose from his throne and entered the battlefield to stop the lion.

Clang~~