When the zombie-ridden apocalypse comes, when alien monsters tear the sky apart, and everyone awakens to all kinds of glamorous superpowers - only I, Lynch, have acquired a "waste" skill.
[Summon: Warhammer 40K series characters (random)]
Looking at the summoning array flashing in my palm, I fell into deep thought.
The first summons, the light dissipated, a green-skinned orc Waaagh! He growled at me with a straight face: "I'm thinking, you little one needs a good beating!"
... The second summons, the spiritual flame ignited, and a Gray Knight looked at me quietly: "Your Majesty, this planet needs to be purified."
From greenskin barbarians to ultramarines, from cunning Eldar prophets to loyal Chaos traitors - my calling has always been a wild roulette wheel.
But in this collapsed world, when the Hive Fleet descended from the sky, and when the Chaos Demons laughed ferociously in the ruins, I finally understood——
My "waste" ability may be the last gift left by the Emperor in the world.
"For the Emperor!" I raised my power sword, followed by an entire army of Imperial Fists, Blood Angels, Wolves and Greenskin Waaagh! A miscellaneous army.
This is not a superpower.
This is the will of the God-Emperor.
Under the apocalypse, the Emperor is above.
