
Warhammer 40k: I, the Warmaster of Chaos, Save the Primarch
by Kuradel
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The Sith traveled to the Middle Ages. Food shortage, feudal superstition, working sixteen hours a day, and the empire still levied nine taxes? Becoming the Blood Cross Rebels, the otherworldly version of Zhang Jiao's Sith was the first to refuse. He decided to kick down this decadent empire. Before that, a little development is needed. "Sly Mabo?" Looking at the "little girl" he picked up, Sis was a little confused. "The same name, just the same name..." "Four Gods of Heaven??" "Haha, coincidences are all coincidences." One year later, the final battle to overthrow the empire took place. Seeing the knight mecha rising from the ground in the rain, Sith felt numb. "Is this still the Middle Ages? Where did this come from?!" -- Fortunately, there is a golden finger, the fake God mini-game [Schrödinger's Cat] Harvest the essence by tampering with history and leveraging destiny. Light up the legendary talent-the heartstrings of all. "Look at my mouth to escape the knight mecha." It works, but it's too good. "What do you mean I'm the planetary governor now?" "What do you mean the tithe will come next year?" In order to survive and collect the tithe, the Sith could only squeeze the kitten dry and let it burst into gold coins. It's just the first task. "Isn't it a bit too much to change the childhood of Perturabo, the ruffian boss and the ultimate troublemaker, and get rid of the fate of throwing himself into the toilet?" The most important thing is. Looking at the girl in front of him who called himself Perturabo. Sith's scalp was numb. "There's something wrong with this warhammer!" This book is also called [My Royal Palace Sly Mabo] [There's Something Wrong About This Warhammer] [The Twisted Me and the Sexually Transformed Original Body]
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