Warhammer: This Astra Militarum Regiment Is No Joke!

This is the forty-first millennium of humanity.

The Emperor's Astronomican still guides the way through the Warp.

Karl transmigrates to the Hive World of Mordian and becomes an assault squad leader in one of the underhive gangs.

Having obtained the System, Karl grins like a big green Ork who's just found a Squig!

"All right!"

"What? I'm a Blank?"

"Bro, why are you shouting? Where are the flames and daemons? It's just a white wall..."

"...What did you say I'm called? The Imperial Truth?"

"Never mind that. How does this Warp travel of yours work? Why has this huge battleship stopped moving?"

As an exemplary Blank, Karl decides to make a contribution to humanity's future.

First, a small goal:

"I'll smash Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth with one punch, then twist Khorne's head off and beat Nurgle until he calls me Daddy! And finally, I'll go after Slaanesh!"

"Don't ask why! You've got to save the best for last!"

"Huh? Where's the Warp?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.