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

Tank clusters and infantry poured in through the gap like a tide, further expanding the advantage.

The rebel leader Wall wanted to escape, but was soon discovered by Xiaopang and other players.

Several fighter jets were dispatched, chasing and firing at the fleeing convoy.

Finally, accompanied by a deafening explosion,

The vehicle Wall was riding in was overturned.

Realizing that escape was hopeless, he led the remaining troops into a plague-infested fortress.

The Archmage and six psykers sacrificed themselves to transform the fortress into a foul sanctuary in a last stand.

The Foul Sanctuary swells with the energies of the Warp, and a foul ichor seeps from the cracks in the walls.

Swarms of rot flies swirl around the fortress like a black cloud of plague, their buzzing sound like the wails of the dead.

"We must never surrender to the enemy."

“In the name of our loving Father, we will eventually enter His beautiful garden.”

Vol roars a prayer of praise to Nurgle,

Encourage the soldiers and believers around you to resist to the end.

Realizing that the remaining rebels would fight to the death.

If you want to capture the other party alive, you have to make several times the sacrifice.

Qin Yun chose to give up on capturing them alive and issued an order to wipe out the rebels and the bunkers together.

"Your bunker is as ridiculous as you are, traitor. Feel the wrath of Om Messiah."

Xiaopang and his companions wasted no time.

They bombarded the filthy sanctuary with all the hell missiles and rockets carried by the mechas.

The bombing lasted for several minutes, with the explosions continuing and not stopping for a long time.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the accompanying infantry went forward to check.

They found that the fort had been completely destroyed and the rebel leader and his men had been blown to pieces.

With Vol's death, the rebels in the Anas hive completely collapsed, became divided and fled.

The empire's steel torrent flows unimpeded, rumbling over the ruins.

Amid the hum of chainswords and the roar of meltaguns,

The fleeing rebels fell like ears of wheat.

Unlike the Battle of Tyrion, and the Battle of the Stone.

After the resumption of industrial production, the imperial army has undergone a major overhaul.

Ordinary soldiers wear exoskeleton armor, which makes them powerful in combat and move quickly.

Coupled with mechanization reforms, the army's marching speed was greatly increased.

Most of the rebel soldiers were unable to escape and were annihilated by the pursuing imperial troops.

The fall of the Anas hive meant that the rebels no longer posed a threat.

They also control a hive city.

But many parts of that nest were destroyed.

No complete void shield and defensive firepower.

They were completely unable to cope with the Empire's heavy bombardment and armored offensive.

Within a few days, the hive city was also captured by the imperial army with great force.

With the last rebel leader killed.

A golden light curtain appeared in front of Qin Yun, indicating that the mission was completed.

The sacred wings he had been longing for were finally obtained.

subspace.

A battle barge struggles through a terrifying aether storm.

Without the guidance of the Emperor's Light, they were lost in the High Heavens, unable to find a way out.

"Captain Thad, the Geller force field generator is 30% damaged. If we can't escape the warp quickly, we will perish here."

A mechanical sage in a scarlet robe said to the fearless mecha in front of him.

An old voice came from the Dreadnought.

"I thought the fate of the Astral Knights would end in a hopeless battle."

"Though it's tragic, it was at least the destination of a warrior. I never expected that he would be buried in the High Heavens."

A feeling of despair permeated the battle barge.

Once Geller's force field is broken, their fate is self-evident.

Some sailors prayed to the God-Emperor and secretly hid guns and poison.

If it comes to the end, they hope to die with dignity.

At least he died loyal to the Emperor.

PS: This is a picture of Star Knight

The last information I found was that after the War of the World Engines, the Star Knights' homeworld was taken over by the Blacksword Chapter.

The fearless chapter commander, Sade, left with 30 greenhorns and a ship.

It is exactly the time point at the end of 41k and the beginning of 42k.

Chapter 61 Malcador Appears

The prayer hall of the Imperial Glory.

Qin Yun walked over to the Emperor's statue and received his reward for completing the mission.

"Praise be to the Emperor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding space began to distort.

Qin Yun was once again pulled into the magnificent city.

He subconsciously looked around for Waldo.

But this time, he did not see the figure of the first generation commander of the imperial guards.

All I saw was a young man wearing a golden robe, holding a long staff, with silver hair on his shoulders and a laurel wreath on his head standing not far away.

"Child, you are here."

The young man's voice had a wisdom and steadiness that didn't match his appearance.

"Who are you?" Qin Yun looked puzzled. "Where's Waldo?"

"You may call me Malcador, or Old Man, or anything else if you prefer. As for Valdor, he has other things to do."

"You are Malcador?" Qin Yun was a little surprised. "So young?"

Shouldn't Malcador look very old?

Why does he look like a young man?

"This world reflects the mind, not the body."

Machado explained,

"Actually, I'm still quite young. I look older because I used to work too much. So, overworking is not a good thing."

Qin Yun was stunned for a moment.

He hadn't expected that the legendary Malcador could even joke.

He had always thought that the three giants of the empire were cold and rational maniacs.

Things like teasing and joking will not appear in them.

"So are you alive now? Or are you dead?"

Qin Yun asked the biggest question in his mind.

“Is this important?”

"Just curious."

"It's good to be curious, but now is not the time to reveal the answers."

Malcador did not elaborate on the question of life and death.

"Come on, child, your gift is ready."

Malcador led Qin Yun through the magnificent yet deserted streets and finally arrived at a magnificent palace.

The light of the black sun descended from the sky, enveloping the palace.

"Your gift is inside."

Malcador stood in front of the hall and motioned Qin Yun to go in by himself.

Qin Yun stepped into the hall.

The first thing that catches your eye is the magnificent sculpture of the Emperor.

A pair of pure white wings float in front of the sculpture, emitting pure light.

When Qin Yun reached out to touch it, the wings turned into flowing light and sank into his body.

In an instant, a magnificent light suddenly burst out, condensing into a pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth.

And in an instant it returned to nothingness.

The time was short, but it still allowed the souls wandering in the highest heaven to observe this anomaly.

Baal, the home planet of the Blood Angels.

This place is being invaded by Zerg.

The void war is lost.

Countless Zerg are pouring into the surface of Baal and its two satellites from the void.

Mephiston, the chief think tank, and many of his colleagues are performing rituals to fight against the warp.

If they fail, the curse of Chaos will enter the bloodline of the Angels.

In that case, even if the Zerg are defeated, the Archangel's bloodline will be completely corrupted.

Kabanha, the Great Daemon of Khorne, was stopped by their power.

"Let me see, my Lord's favorite little angel actually closed the door?"

Kabanha looked at Mephiston and the others.

"But I have earned the right to pass this way. Make way. On the eighth day of manifestation, I will call you, and you will join us."

"Go back." Mephiston glared at the demon, "You cannot pass. The son of the Archangel will not allow you to do that."

Just as Kabanha was about to say something else, he looked away with a surprised look on his face.

Mephiston also subconsciously looked in that direction, a look of shock on his face.

An angel with pure white wings was born from the light, surging with endless power.

"Archangel?" Mephiston thought for a moment that Sanguinius had been resurrected.

But there was no feeling of blood being stirred.

It is obvious that the other party is not a real archangel.

Then who could the other party be?

Loyalty to humanity?

Or stand on the side of chaos?