Warhammer Fantasy: The Empire Never Falls

He loves money, soldiers, and beautiful women.

Caspar transmigrates to the Warhammer world of the Middle Ages, becoming a baron deep in debt. He has the "Total War view" that lets him survey a thousand troops, as well as a dormant "Chinese dragon soul" waiting to awaken.

But all he owns is a dilapidated stud farm, and his household troops number barely a dozen, all with months of unpaid wages.

Caspar wants to win a few more battles, pay off his debts, breed warhorses, build workshops, and earn himself a higher title. Then he'll expand the small band that rose with him into an army equipped with muskets, cavalry, cannons, and steam tanks.

He doesn't yet know that, on an unexpected night, Cathayan dragon blood will awaken his Chinese dragon soul, giving his mortal body the power of dragons.

He's only afraid that the world will be destroyed before he can build his army.

Nine years from now, Emperor Karl Franz will be defeated at Hergig, falling alongside his griffon. The battlefield is only thirty li from Caspar's stud farm.

After that, one by one, the old world's kingdoms will sing their swan songs. The Elves' ancestral homeland will sink beneath the sea, the Empire's capital will become a ruin, and the Dwarfs' capital will be swallowed by a tide of rats.

The kings and heroes who were once enemies will gather in the mountain city of Middenheim to fight the final battle for this world.

Then the End Times will come, and the rifts of Chaos will open beneath their feet. City walls and mountains will plunge into the abyss, while continent and ocean alike are annihilated.

For now, Beastmen are closing in on the stud farm, and the Norscans are waiting for the gates to open on the night of the spring equinox. Sacrificial blood flows backward through stone channels, as cultists prepare to send demons into the city.

Today, he'll defend this stud farm!

Nine years from now, he'll lead his army to rewrite the day the Emperor falls!

For the Empire!