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

The cloud players were all filled with grief and anger, with all kinds of information rapidly flooding the screen.

"Why are you doing this to me? I haven't even secured a spot yet, and you've already opened the Void Battlefield."

"Why would a company update so frequently? Do they really understand how to make money?"

"Guilliman has already signed up, but I haven't even gotten one yet."

"My addiction is getting worse and worse, is there anyone who can have some pity on me?"

"Why did you seduce us like this, teasing us and then running away! Do you know how uncomfortable we have to endure?"

"Open a prison club specifically for warhammer rehabilitation. It will definitely be booming now."

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The update of the official website video also caused some waves.

A few days later, an ID named 'Pinocchio vs. Snow White' spoke in the group.

"Did you know that someone couldn't get the Warhammer Online beta test qualification and directly complained to GW! Now they have issued an announcement."

"An announcement was issued? What announcement?"

Someone asked curiously.

Qin Yun, who was peeking at the screen, was also a little curious.

I want to see how the real GW will respond to Warhammer OL.

Pinocchio vs. Snow White: "Officials say Warhammer Online is a fully realistic virtual game developed under the authorization of the Mechanicus. There are no copyright issues and you can play it with confidence."

"And the official announcement was made that the editorial staff and senior management would take a collective vacation to gather inspiration and gather materials."

His reply caused the group to be quiet for a while.

Then some group members continued chatting.

"A collective vacation? Collecting folk songs? Perhaps they were packed up and sent to the Warhammer universe."

"Hahaha, so funny, they must be crying like a fart."

"It's officially certified. It looks like foreign players will be joining soon."

"Haven't you heard? Several bigwigs in the community have already made reservations."

"........."

Qin Yun looked at the chat group with a thoughtful look.

It seems that the Emperor solved these problems.

As for how the problem was solved, Qin Yun had no idea.

As for the editors and senior executives of GW, they might have been packed up and taken to some hive city to mine.

That would be quite fun.

“The fact that the heat is getting higher is a good thing.”

“The probability of recruiting good soldiers will be much higher.”

Just as Qin Yun was thinking about his next plan, Calgar came to him.

"Master Guide, the Primarch summons you."

After the battle at the Primarch Temple, Calgar became much more respectful towards Qin Yun.

"I'll go see him immediately."

Qin Yun stood up and planned to go see Guilliman first.

PS: There will be another update in the afternoon. According to my typing speed, it may be around three or four o'clock. There is no other way. I promised to update at least one chapter today.

I checked each chapter twice. If there are any typos, you can correct them directly or leave comments and I will revise it again later.

Chapter 87 The Emperor Descends

The Primarch received Qin Yun in a reception room.

The layout of the reception room is very simple and plain.

The large wooden table was filled with data crystal columns and government documents.

A few read books were piled on the corner of the table.

The Primarch sat in a large chair behind the desk.

When Qin Yun walked in, he stood up from his chair and walked over to shake hands.

"Welcome, Guide."

Guilliman's attitude was enthusiastic.

"I'm sorry I put you last."

"But I absolutely don't have any other intentions. I just want to spend more time chatting with you."

After the battle, Guilliman let everyone go and chose to be alone to calm himself down.

Guilliman is the Primarch after all, and his ability to withstand pressure is terrifyingly strong.

I quickly came out of the feeling of loss and pessimism.

Fulfill his duties as the emperor's own son.

He first met with Calgar, the Eldar Death Army representative, Vodais, the Living Saint, etc.

Learn about the current situation of the empire from their mouths.

During this period, Guilliman used every bit of his affability and cunning as a politician.

Strive to create a harmonious and friendly atmosphere,

Let the other party unconsciously say more information,

And perfectly conceal the emotional fluctuations caused by the other party's answer.

Everyone who spoke with Guilliman had a smile on their face, infected by the Primarch's sincerity and optimism.

But none of them noticed the loss and pain in the depths of the Primarch's eyes.

The current state of the empire is shocking, with religious fanaticism, bureaucratic corruption and rampant ignorance.

The Mechanicus has become increasingly conservative, with science and rationality no longer a thing.

Confusion and fear almost made Guilliman unable to breathe.

The grief and pain almost brought him to tears.

But he didn't dare show it.

Because he is the Primarch, the Emperor's own son,

A pillar of support for those in despair, everyone is looking at him.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with this arrangement." Qin Yun answered calmly.

"Has anyone ever told you that you resemble my brother, Sanguinius?"

Guilliman looked at the white wings behind Qin Yun.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch it.

But then I thought that the other party was not my brother,

I resisted the urge again.

"Many people say so, even the demons say so." Qin Yun looked at Guilliman, "Are you thinking about your brother? And you still wish I were him?"

Guilliman's face showed surprise and uneasiness. "You know what I am thinking? Are you looking into my mind?"

"No." Qin Yun shook his head. "Except for prisoners and enemies with important intelligence, I never use my psychic abilities on others."

"Your thoughts are too intense. Even without using psychic skills, I can still hear your inner voice."

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that I need to learn to control and protect my heart."

"You are right. When you walked in, I thought for a moment that you were Sanguinius."

"When I realized that you really weren't, I felt a sense of loss in my heart."

Qin Yun walked to the window and looked at the rebuilding city of Macragge through the stained glass.

"It's human nature and understandable."

Guilliman also came over,

"I never imagined that when I opened my eyes, it would be ten thousand years later, and my memory would still be stuck on the Battle of Thessala."

"My rebellious brother pierced my throat with his sword. I listened to the desperate cries of my descendants and finally fell into a long sleep. When I woke up again, it was ten thousand years later."

"I failed. I let my father down. I should have spent most of my energy on rebuilding the empire."

"But he lost his mind due to anger, which led to the disastrous defeat at the Battle of Thessala."

Guilliman's words were filled with exhaustion and deep sorrow.

This is a side of him that he would never show in front of other people.

Just because Qin Yun was so special, he regarded him as a substitute for his brother.

Speak freely and vent your emotions.

Qin Yun listened but did not answer.

He knew Guilliman simply wanted an audience, not reassurance or answers.

"My brothers, my father, and I built the empire we have today because of our arrogance."

"If Horus were still alive, I'm afraid he would laugh with glee at our misfortune."

"The empire we once placed our hopes in has become a corrupt, bloated corpse, devoid of any trace of reason or hope."

"Only fear, hatred and ignorance keep this zombie alive."

"I would rather die in the Battle of Terra than live to see it all."

Guilliman clenched his fist and punched the air hard, then stopped.

He didn't even dare to vent his anger.

Because he is the only remaining banner of the human empire,

Indulging your emotions is a luxury.

Speaking of the Battle of Terra, sadness returned to Guilliman's face.

He could never forgive himself for not being able to make it to the Battle of Terra.

There were only nine hours left, but we still couldn't make it.

By the time he arrived on Terra, the Chaos traitors had been defeated.

He thought the Emperor had dealt with the traitor,

Only after reaching the ground did he realize what had happened.

The entire Terra Palace was reduced to ruins.

Corpses were piled one on top of another; the horrific death and injury was beyond description.

Saint Gilles died, Macardo died, and the mortally wounded emperor sat on the golden throne.

Several Astartes Legions were crippled, with only a few left alive.

Everything in the empire was destroyed.

When Guilliman fell silent, Qin Yun placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Lord Guilliman, look at those people outside. They are still rebuilding their homes with great enthusiasm."

"In this desperate time, they did not give up and continued to fight tenaciously, unyielding despite being surrounded by enemies."

"There is still hope, there is still a chance to change this, and you won't be alone."