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

The angle of each attack is tricky and vicious, making it difficult to defend.

The Warmaster had to retreat again and again to avoid the opponent's attacks.

The war commander, who was at a disadvantage, came up with an idea and shouted loudly.

"You're not as good as Tarvitz."

Lucius's expression changed, his twisted face twitched, and his eyes became more vicious.

"I don't care, he's dead and I'm alive."

The Warmaster smiled.

The game is real, and it has its advantages.

For example, when the enemy's defense is broken by taunting,

The opponent's movements will be flawed and incoherent.

"Remember Sharokin of the Raven Guard?"

"Tsk tsk, you lost to him twice, especially the second time. He killed you easier than a dog."

Lucius' body paused, and his continuous attacks came to a brief pause.

The Warmaster seized the opportunity and swept his greatsword across.

Lucius had to keep his distance to avoid the attack of the giant sword.

"Fulgrim preferred Tarvitz, but it was a pity that Tarvitz was unwilling to follow him in his betrayal of the Emperor."

"As for you, he doesn't want you at all. Eidolon even despises you."

"Do you remember how you groveled and begged Eidolon to give you a chance on Isstvan III?"

"If Tarvitz's resistance hadn't been so fierce, you wouldn't have stood a chance."

"Eidolon won't even bother to talk to you. He'll just chop off your head and take the credit."

"In the final analysis, everything you have today is built on Tarvitz."

"Even now, if you and Tarvitz were placed before Fulgrim, your Primarch would choose Tarvitz without hesitation."

"I'm going to kill you." Lucius screamed.

Visible sound waves were released from his mouth.

Relying on his keen combat instincts, the Warmaster rolled over and dodged the attack.

The sound waves shattered the ruined spirit bone buildings, turning them into dust.

If it falls on a human, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The Warmaster stood up, swung his greatsword, and slashed at the opponent.

Lucius swung his sword to block, but the force was too great.

He was forced to take a few steps back, staggering.

"You are not even a hair better than Tarvitz. In the loyal camp, Tarvitz can easily suppress you."

"If he chooses to rebel, Fulgrim would probably dance with joy."

"You were so angry that you couldn't wait to kill me because you knew very well that what I said was true."

The Warmaster rushed forward, provoking Lucius with words, and took advantage of the momentum to stab with the greatsword in his hand.

Lucius was forced to retreat, distraught and at a distance.

The Warmaster pressed forward, seizing every opportunity to slam into his opponent, causing him to lose balance and retreat again.

Then, there was another horizontal slash, which Lucius deflected with the sword in his hand.

But the Warmaster quickly changed his tactics, thrusting his sword back and ripping open Lucius's neck armor.

The sharp teeth bit through the armor blessed with supernatural power.

Along with the screams of the soul, blood mixed with stimulants flowed down the armor.

Lucius's armor is called 'Howling Soul'.

Tens of thousands of suffering souls are imprisoned there.

By the blessing of Slaanesh,

Whoever kills Lucius will be possessed by Lucius as long as he feels a little excitement and satisfaction.

As time goes by, Lucius will take over the body of the person he possesses.

Turn the opponent into a wailing face on the armor.

Those creatures he killed would also be imprisoned in the armor, tortured for generations to come, with no chance of escape.

"You made me bleed."

Lucius screamed,

That hideous face was filled with pure malice.

The Warmaster swept the greatsword across, and the opponent ducked to avoid it.

The roaring chainsaw only tore through the air, and Lucius punched him in the waist with his elbow.

The Warmaster was forced to distance himself, and Lucius clung to him like a venomous snake.

The long sword in his hand stabbed the warmaster's abdomen,

The blow was vicious and swift,

The war commander was unable to react in time and was nailed to the wall of spirit bones by the opponent's sword.

The sharp blade instantly pierced the armored plate on the Warmaster's abdomen.

A burning pain came from the wound, causing the Warmaster to groan in pain.

Apparently, Lucius coated the sword with nerve poison.

Fortunately, the game has a pain limit.

If you really suffer from the damage caused by nerve poison,

I'm afraid the War Marshal will cry like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on.

"Your soul is mine, and you will be imprisoned forever, drowning in despair and pain until the stars burn out and all things decay."

Lucius' tone was filled with crazy excitement.

He licked his lips with his tongue, savoring the sweetness brought by the sword.

The greatsword flew out of the Warmaster's hand.

He took off his helmet while panting, revealing a determined face.

He coughed up blood and said sarcastically, "My soul belongs to the God-Emperor, fool."

"No, it belongs to me now."

"You're truly no match for Tarvitz. You're no match for me with your swordsmanship, and you're no match for me with your brains. How can you be so worthy as to compete with the God-Emperor for my soul?"

"I'll make you regret saying that."

Lucius was shaking with anger.

Even when facing opponents who are much stronger than you,

He has never been so defensive as he is today.

"Do you know that standing so close is actually very dangerous?"

The Warmaster gave a sly smile, a smile of triumph.

"What do you mean?"

Lucius felt vaguely uneasy.

"I know I can't beat you, but guess why I want to fight you?"

Lucius was stunned, not understanding what the other party meant.

"Because we're far away, I'm afraid I won't be able to kill you."

The Warmaster jerked forward, letting the blade pierce through him.

Lucius heard a rapid dripping sound coming from the armor of the person in front of him.

He realized something and his pupils dilated slightly.

Lucius tried to turn and run, but the Warmaster grabbed him.

This is the Warmaster's strategy.

He had already set up the self-destruction program and only needed the last command.

boom!

A deafening explosion sounded.

The two disappeared together into the rising flames.

“Such loyalty is touching.”

The loyalists of the empire nearby all showed moved expressions.

The fact that the armor can be detonated so quickly means that a self-destruct function was included in its design from the beginning.

Before the war even starts, you're already thinking about dragging your enemies down with you.

How can such behavior be achieved without absolute loyalty and belief?

"This guy, let him act big again."

Jujiro complained, and the scepter in his hand suddenly burst out with a surge of psychic power.

Bright bolts of lightning appeared, knocking away all nearby enemies.

"The potential for psychic power is quite good, but unfortunately, the technique used is too poor and the movements are not graceful enough."

Eldrar beside him waved his hand casually.

It then released ice crystals that pierced through distant enemies.

His movements were graceful, and there was no overflow of spiritual energy.

Jujiro tilted his head and looked over, feeling a little unhappy.

He finally understood why the Empire didn't like cooperating with these bean sprouts.

Who can withstand such a sharp tongue? !

I'm fighting for my life here, and you, Old Deng, are standing by and commenting that my skills are poor and my movements are not graceful enough.

Otherwise, attacking friendly units will be punished.

Jujiro has to have a PK with this old man.

Let the other party see what player self-destruction is.

"These are some techniques for using psychic energy. If you can master them, they will be of great help to you."

A dancing Eldar symbol appeared at Eldrar's fingertips.

The symbol drew a graceful trajectory and landed in front of Jujiro.

When he reached out and touched it, the symbol turned into light and sank into his body.

[You gain some knowledge of the subspace, the power of various skills is increased, and the consumption is reduced]

As soon as the prompt appeared, Jujiro's eyes turned fiery as he looked at Eldrar.

As expected of a wealthy family, he is generous when it comes to spending money.

This is simply the Middle Eastern dog owner of Warhammer 40.

You have to pull it out hard.

"Thank you for your teaching and guidance, respected elder. I will keep it in mind."

Jujiro's attitude became very respectful.