When others travel through Warhammer 40,000, they either become Primarchs or Astartes.
Lin Ye became an orc Warboss.
Just when he was about to accept his green-skinned life, he was shocked to discover:
He can harness the power of my thoughts!
So...
"I'm thinking, I should be the original body."
"I'm thinking that you should be Astartes."
"I'm thinking that the Emperor needs a new legion."
Since then, a strange-looking army has appeared in the Milky Way.
They wore patchwork power armor, drove smoking chariots, and shouted long live the Emperor.
The empire was shocked.
Chaos and silence.
Alien doubts life.
Because the ones guarding humanity's last line of defense are actually the Astartes who are least like the Astartes.
Green skins guard the country.
The chicken thief dies.
Our eleventh legion is here!
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Not bad, not bad, but can it be faster?
Okay, okay, I hope to recruit soldiers from other races in the future, such as subspace demons [laughs]
It looks good, but there are too few of them. It would be great if I can buy them again in two months, ugh
Five-star praise to support the author. [Like] [Like] [Like] [Like] [Bird Food Master] [Grass has been planted] [Bookshelf plus one] [Please update]
Not bad, not bad, but can it be faster?
Okay, okay, I hope to recruit soldiers from other races in the future, such as subspace demons [laughs]
It looks good, but there are too few of them. It would be great if I can buy them again in two months, ugh