Warhammer 40K: Cheats Are Twelve Talismans

Traveling through Warhammer 40K has become a hot potato in the hands of the Inquisitor. The benefits are to eat her, live in her, and use her authority to adjust files. The downside is that he is hunted every day by heretics, mutants, and Chaos Space Marines. Lin Qian looked at the twelve looming tattoos on her left hand and decided to take a path that went against the teachings of her ancestors: Soft rice is hard to eat. The devil is coming? I Ma Talisman purified it with one click, and when I was done, I lay back on the sofa in her office and drank tea. The traitor is coming? My rat charm awakens an antique servitor from three hundred years ago and makes it work overtime for me. Terra politicians want to mess with her? I walked into my opponent's office and put the evidence on her desk. She is responsible for interrogating, judging, and killing. He's responsible for surviving and coming back to eat. Life was going well at first, and the soft rice became more and more delicious as I ate it. Until that day, a whisper came from the depths of subspace: "Governor... It's time to pay back what you owe us." —— Lin Qian put down the tableware and looked at the woman opposite who was cleaning the gun. "Sister Ka, have you paid my social security?" [Twelve spells | Forum time travel | Female judge | Soft rice flow | One high-powered person every three chapters]