I'm in Warhammer, and I'm Being Trolled by My Black-Hearted Girlfriend During Her Live Broadcast.

[The cloud raises a boyfriend, uses krypton money to become stronger, live streaming, the fourth natural disaster. My name is Xia Qingning, and I have terminal cancer. Just yesterday I played a game about raising a boyfriend from another world. After I controlled a large truck to send my boyfriend away, the game gave me a choice between two worlds, Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba and Warhammer 40K. Considering that Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba has ghosts and my boyfriend is afraid of ghosts, I chose Warhammer 40K. As a result, when I learned today that my boyfriend was hit and killed by a large truck yesterday, I realized that this game is actually real! In order for my boyfriend to have a good life in another world, I directly went to Krypton 648 to buy a Glory Queen-class battleship for my boyfriend who has never driven a car. However, I am short of money and can only give in to my boyfriend for a while and spend a small amount of krypton on a 6-dollar headcount. My name is Bai Ze. Just when I was desperately trying to take orders to make more money so that my girlfriend with cancer could have an operation as soon as possible, I accidentally ran a red light and was hit by a large truck directly into a different world. I also received a reward system. As long as you complete the system's tasks, you can get rewards from the system. I originally thought that with the help of the system, I could reach the pinnacle of life, but the emperor exploded on the second day after arriving. When I woke up on the morning of the third day, I saw Chaos Warmaster Abaddon on my left driving the Avenger Soul to attack me, and on my right was the Commander of the Forbidden Forces with a bunch of Forbidden Soldiers and Sisters of Silence who wanted to decapitate me. The Dark Eldar and Ark Eldar were sharpening their knives all around, and the Zerg Leviathan was approaching at great speed. Even the planet below has Necrons waking up from their slumber.