Warhammer 40k+system+invincible+antbull can
Others who traveled through Warhammer were either space warriors or psykers, but I became a can of antbull that had expired ten thousand years ago!
It should have been pried open by scavengers and stewed, but fortunately, the soul and the can coexisted and awakened [subspace Zhouyi psychic fortune-telling system], and the special hexagrams of good and bad luck are refreshed every day!
The hexagrams are randomly refreshed every day: the upper ones are auspicious to search for arms warehouses and ancient machine souls; the lower ones are fierce to attract enemies to encircle and suppress them, and they can counterattack and harvest massive nutrients; the exclusive special hexagrams unlock the original power of the corresponding forces!
The body can freely switch forms, parasitically infiltrating the Tribunal, the Mechanicus, and the noble mansions, and has multiple identities to deal with various major forces.
With the Devouring of All Kinds talent fully developed, you can swallow flesh, metal, radiation, subspace psychic energy, and plague aberrations!
Gather the low-class refugees, scrap the servers, establish a canned symbiosis sect, enter the pleasure plane of Slaanesh and assimilate the demons of desire, fight against the Tyranids and fuse the hive carapace, and refuse to be loyal to the empire or submit to the four evil gods.
My parasitic tendrils penetrated the very foundations of the church as the priests of the Anglican Church doused me with holy water and chanted purification of heresy.
When the Inquisitor of the Alien Tribunal locked my coordinates, my cans had already spread all over the star region, and his arrival was just a new opportunity in the hexagram.
When the four evil gods roared at me in the subspace, I remained unmoved. Flesh, machinery, desire, and decay are all the authority in my hands.
My church is built on the lowest level of a beehive, and my holy relics are jars of miniature replica ant-cow cans.
I never preach, I only give them a choice when they are desperate.
Follow me or become my nourishment.
