Good news, it's Terra.

Bad news, it's Holy Terra.

After crossing over to Warhammer 40K, Alvin was desperate and cried like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on.

Wait... Alvin looked at the strange world with a blank face: "Hey, where the hell did I come from? Is this still the 40K universe?"

Alvin was surprised to find that he could travel back and forth between Warhammer and the universe!

So, he planned to give the universe a little "Warhammer" shock!

Trisolaran: I don't know, we just arrived on Earth, and hundreds of two-meter-tall men jumped in, shouting for the Emperor, and then cut down everyone they saw with their swords!

Alien: I was wrong, I shouldn't have provoked those monsters shouting "Waaaag" from the beginning!

Umbrella: What tyrant? I want Thunder Warriors!

Alvin: I trade with you to give you face. Since you don't give me face, don't blame me for turning hostile.

Come on, load the macro cannon, there are heretics here, extermination order!

After traveling to 30K, Wop thought he would just eat and wait for death, but he never thought that the Emperor would ask him to raise children. "Neos, they are your sons! You, as a father, give up and leave all the children to me? How can you be a father like this?" "Horus, you are the son of the First Return, the Emperor's favorite son, why are you looking for me? Don't come over!" "Perturabo, what are you doing? Put me down, I want to stay with Sanguinius!" "Shell, stop Angron quickly, he wants to read my mind! What? You said you also want to know who my favorite child is?" "I told you I'm not your father!"

A perfectly normal tale of a cheerful Greenskin’s adventures in the Warhammer 40K universe.

- Their meks are too tiny—can’t even compare to Gorkamorka’s Fist or a proper Stompa.

- Their way of pickin’ bosses is stupid. Too much talkin’! Why not just WAAAGH! and krump the biggest git?

- And why dey always workin’ and fightin’ over dumb stuff? ORKS IZ FREE! We fight, we laugh, we WAAAGH!—dat’s da good life!

Tags: [Ork Logic] [Bigger = Better] [WAAAGH!-Fuelled Plot Armor] [Reality? Optional]

The galaxy's era of decline has arrived, and the Cadia Fortress was destroyed by the Chaos Army. Cracks appeared in the subspace, and countless terrifying monsters and demon armies of the Old Night emerged.

Qin Yun accidentally traveled to this desperate era and became the Emperor's living saint, responsible for tricking players into working in the Warhammer universe.

Since then, the style of this desperate galaxy has completely changed.

"In such a big galaxy, there is not even a Colossus of Heavenly Punishment. This is a shame for all the players in the stars. Brothers, work hard to mine, build Colossi, and create wonders."

"I am the chosen one of the gods. Those oil men on Mars dared to question my design. They are heretics. We must declare war."

"A small galaxy actually has so many races, such as bugs, ribs, greenskins, and titanium. Isn't this a betrayal to the Emperor? Immediately launch the world-destroying Heavenly Punishment and implement the extinction plan."

"If we can't save mankind, let the galaxy burn. From the hazy star field to the far eastern frontier, start a war and let the stars fall."

"Who told you that Terra is orthodox? The place where the Thirteenth Master is is orthodox. Whoever disagrees, start a war."

"Everyone who has played it knows that this Warhammer game is really great. Look, the Emperor has given me another task, asking us to go to Baal to fight the Zerg and resurrect the Archangel."

I, the master of the swarm, the supreme being of the Zerg.

My swarm is endless and unstoppable.

They will conquer all races with my will.

I am the swarm!!!

The entire Koprulu sector will tremble under my majesty!!!

"Welcome to the world of Warhammer 40K."

"......"

"Oh my god, I want to go back to Earth!"

"I'm watching Black Carrot's video, not Lobster's video. You can't recruit me into Warhammer 40K!!!"

Traveling through the extremely dark Warhammer universe, others are desperate, but I am very happy!

Why! Because my golden finger is strong enough!

The night before the crossing, Rhodes downloaded a mobile game for raising big monsters, which can materialize countless monsters, cosmic people, ordinary monsters, mechanical monsters, synthetic super monsters, negative energy monsters, super ancient monsters, alien beasts, and even dark giants.

Use super beast synthesis technology to synthesize Ork orcs and create Ork super monsters. Rebrando battle instrument captures Zerg Norn queen. Austen technology mass-produces dark cyclops Pros, King Guqiao, unparalleled iron god Impleza, and Giga Endora.

Many years later, the four hawkers in the warp, Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh, the four evil gods, had to sit on the four dark thrones, because as long as they relax for a moment, countless monster armies will tear the barrier and then flood the warp.

Rhodes laughed wildly and tore the warp: Hahaha, come out to play! Four little bastards!

At this moment, the four gods of the subspace realized that the real evil devil had arrived!

"I want to build a ninja village of my own!"

"I want to form my own pirate group!"

"I want to set up a magic school!"

The passionate discussion about the future of the few people in the corner did not affect Liu Haodong. He was now wondering, "Warhammer 40K? What kind of world is this? The identity of people like us is still 'tithe tax', taking people as taxes?"

The organization that receives these taxes from them is called "World Eaters".

Using people as taxes, what kind of world is this?

Fortunately, the reincarnation players in the same industry are all young people with ideals and ambitions.

They believe that as long as everyone works together, they will definitely have a bright future in the world of Warhammer 40K.

The few people in the corner agreed that "If you become rich and powerful, don't forget each other."

With the hope for a better future, they walked into the arena of the World Eaters...

This is an extremely dark world.

The Emperor walked the earth, trying to restore the glory of the Empire.

But the fate of mankind has long been toyed with by evil gods.

In the precarious future, there is only endless darkness and war.

until--

The Death Guard named Hades appears.

The threads of fate are intertwined. Can the existence from the outside world reverse the tragedy destined for thousands of sentient beings?

The gods placed their bets.

But Hades doesn't know this at the moment. He is crying like a fart whose toes have been stepped on.

"Help!!! Why is this the world of Warhammer?!"

"Also, why am I a Death Guard?!!"

"Is it too late to kill yourself and start again?!"

It's a funny novel. The nerdy and unscrupulous male protagonist travels to the world of grimdark, where he wanders around with his legs broken and crying like a bastard.