Chen Xing: Hey everyone, I really want to play Stellaris, but seeing aliens makes me nauseous. Is it still possible to get into it? Emperor: Yes, bro, you can! ---------------------------------- (ps: This story is based on the author's personal experience, with just a little embellishment (●'◡'●))
[Farming and Development] [War and Plunder] [Interdimensional Invasion]
waaagh!
Traverse a world teeming with gods, wielding the war dragon banner, and grow stronger with every fight! Even the timid mushroom man can evolve into a gigantic orc!
Orc boy—Brutal Orc—Dark Orc—Big Orc—Orc Warlord, born and raised in the land, delighted by war!
More numerous than swarms of insects, stronger than dragons, and armed with weapons more powerful than dwarves, let the green tide engulf the world! waaagh!
Ren Zhile transmigrated, taking the Red Alert: Mental Omega System with him to Terra.
Of course, it's neither Rhea nor Holy Terra.
It's Terra.
In this place, Oripathy ravages the land, war rages on, and natural disasters rage.
But don't worry, he has a system that allows him to deploy units within Mental Omega.
With these powerful units, they should be able to fight against any nation in Terra, right?
Koschke: "When he captured Talulah, I thought he was after Talulah, but when I saw a few bald men with strange helmets coming over, I should have realized he was after me!"
[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]
The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.
Who can reverse this doomed fate?
"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"
"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"
"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"
A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.
When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.
The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:
"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"
"From this day forward, I am the savior!"
"Waaaaagh!"
Liu Lang, who traveled through the Wandering Earth and became the planet's will, originally only wanted to quietly observe this 2,500-year journey.
Unexpectedly, I was drawn into the Civilization Trial game.
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My name is Liu Lang. I am the behind-the-scenes power holder of the UEG United Government, the master of the artificial intelligence Moss, and the benevolent father of billions of homeless people.
Flowers adorn the branches for the sake of blue skies 2,500 years from now.
We're at war with zombies, aliens, insectoids, behemoths, mutants, and superheroes from another dimension...!
(The theme is interdimensional war between civilizations; the protagonist's existence can be ignored after chapter 15.)
They're all loyal when you talk about it, but they won't go when you ask. This statement perhaps best reflects the reality of the Warhammer world.
It contains so much passion and romance between men, but even more so, endless despair.
Zhou Bin, this unlucky fellow, simply joined a Warhammer 40K fan group by chance, watched a few short videos recommended by them, and, following their advice, reluctantly shouted a few words of loyalty in the group. Before he knew it, he had been transported to the world of Warhammer 40K.
He became one of the countless ordinary people in this world, and how will he struggle to survive in this universe full of malice towards humanity?
Forty-two years before the Battle of Yavin, Kurt Vizra, a time traveler, stumbled upon the Hyperion while scavenging. This occurred during the Mandalorian Civil War. To survive, he sought refuge with his cousin, Duchess Satine. Before the Replicant Wars, he was a notorious space pirate; during the Replicant Wars, he was the Wings of Liberty, bringing freedom to the Outer Rings; and during the Empire's reign, he was the Empire's greatest and most notorious traitor.
This book is also known as: *Blood Sacrifice to the God-Emperor*, *The Second Empire, Starting with Slaanesh, Has No Secrets*, and *Your Majesty, Please Abdicate*. When you arrive in a corrupt and decadent empire, sold into slavery in the arena, will you rely on blood and glory to overthrow the entire empire, or will you indulge in the carnal pleasures of noble and aloof ladies, beautiful and sexy female knights, elegant and alluring countesses, charming and beautiful duchesses, wild and fiery centaurs, bewitching drow elves, and graceful and elegant high elves? Or will you rely on intrigue to add a song of treachery to this corrupt empire? Or perhaps, the song of life can also be played in the crucible of humanity. For Asmodel, this is not important. Because, you just mentioned secrets, right?
Let's bring a little fun to this hopeless universe.
The warp power will unite with the messengers of chaos to offer "him," the blind and foolish Azathoth, the blissful dream of chaos.
Whether you are a Primarch, an Orc, an Eldar, or even the highest deities, come and join this chaotic and frenzied revelry!
Because anything is possible here.
Hopefully, this crazy and wonderful show will keep "He" from waking up too soon.
After all, no one knows whether we will still exist after the blind and foolish god Azathoth awakens.
Some consider this place hell, but I say it's heaven: you want love, you want respect, you want revenge, you want your name engraved on a disk and spread across the internet, you want to become a unique legend, you want your dreams to come true—all of this can be achieved here... as long as you have money—or more accurately: as long as you're not a real coward. Bullets loaded, weapon gripped tightly, a fire burned fiercely within Tang Lie.