Warhammer: Start Rectifying the Galaxy with Your Own Warbands!

This is the thirty-first millennium. The great achievements of the Great Crusade were about to be accomplished, and the Emperor also returned home to play with the LAN... But the foolish sixteenth brother rose up under the bewitchment of Chaos, and then the galaxy burned, the sea of stars boiled, and the foundation of the empire was burned to the ground. And human civilization is irreversibly sliding into the abyss of stinking despair - until the man from the mysterious 2k era arrives. [Killing demons will unlock the experience points of the Four Gods. From then on, various abilities will be increased crazily... The body is as full as the God Emperor, and the iron cans are made by hand, and the spiritual energy is soared and pushed to the sky! Khorne: "Where's this damn big demon like me? I'm ￥#@%!" Jianqi: "Stop playing with me, boss. I'll beat the Astartes with your bare hands. Who can play with you?" Slaanesh: "It's gone~ It's really gone, not a drop is left." Nurgle: "I almost forgot, the fire for making soup at home has not been turned off..." The Ultimate Primarch, Big E God's Choice, 30k new figure king, two-thirds of the Ohm Messiah: "You and I are brothers in the palace, and I won't pick on you, but after this Terra, what should you call me?" Angron: "Godfather!" "Hehe, you're not stupid either!" Come with me and bring the glory of the empire to the 41st millennium! "Wait, why did Huangpizi stand up?!"