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Traveling to another world? Connor has three humble wishes: One, don't be in a world like Black Shenzhen; two, don't be in a world like Warhammer; three, don't lose your memory. Three wishes, every word comes true, every word is a trap. When he opened his eyes, the sky of Ultramar had been swallowed up by the dark night, and his mind was empty. He couldn't even remember his own name. The warlords were busy stabbing each other. The Dark Eldar are knocking at the door. The greenskins also howled and howled. It's true that the water is shallow, there are many bastards, and the temple is small and windy. Fortunately, he is not weak either. With lightning in hand, he is determined to fight his way out.