Warhammer: I Can Explode Troops Infinitely

Warhammer 40k, the eve of the Great Rift. Sanguinius is dead, Guilliman sleeps, and the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne. Abaddon's iron hooves march towards Cadia, and the whispers of the Four Gods of Chaos erode every corner. The Hive Fleet is coming across the river, greenskins WAAAGH! Earth-shaking. A social animal from the 21st century traveled through time and became the governor of a wasteland planet on the edge of the empire, and awakened the [People's Livelihood Explosive System]. As long as the people live a good life, they can accumulate reputation points and unlimited troops. As the Great Rift rips open in the center of the galaxy, chaos daemons emerge from every shadow. The "ancestor of the Golden Kora" in the mouth of the farmers, the best farming governor in the Warhammer world, the current holder of the Sanguinius Pendant, the first person to send a message of condolences after Guilliman woke up (no reply), the nightmare of Abaddon's black army, the individual marked "inedible" by the Hive Mind, WAAAGH in the eyes of the greenskins! The STC pirate on the secret wanted list of the Mechanicus, the person the Imperial Tithe Commissioner least wants to see in his life ——Squatting on the field ridge of Green Valley Star, studying the fertilizer ratio for next season. "This is humanity's last line of defense. Can you let me finish the spring plowing first?" "Nothing else, just too many soldiers!"