The Unlucky Warhammer Journey of the Hammers

In the second perfect city, a certain Great Word Bearer who was continuously elbowed by two different alien princes whose prototypes were seafood, and whose logo was a smooth arc triangle, angrily wrote and drew in a notebook with a quill, and ranked their names above Robert Guilliman. "In my previous life, when the book club was full, all the members traveled to the Warhammer Universe and got corresponding plug-ins according to the titles given by the group leader. I was the only one who didn't work as a diver in the water group. As a result, I was not assigned any title and died in pain at the bottom of the nest. Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, I was reborn and returned to a month before the whole group crossed over. I vowed to do well in the water group and get a powerful title to become a master in the 40K universe. - "Rebirth: I relied on the water group to live a happy life in the Warhammer Universe." Looking at the four-digit number of potential victims in the group, the smile on the face of the group leader Luo Jia, who couldn't even collect the tithe on Crazy Thursday, gradually became distorted, full of malice that he would tear everyone's umbrellas apart when it rained.