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The daemon primarch Perturabo transformed into a dog. There was no fighting or killing, just eating and drinking as brothers. Those who are blessed live and die in ignorance. We have no respect for the Empire! We will never save the empire, only puppies save the universe! The Iron Warriors deserve a new life! Let the Imperial Fists become Iron Warriors!

When Altaïr Jin woke up and found that he had turned into a golden corn in the palace of Terra, he was completely confused. As we all know, the Imperial Guard is a high-risk profession. Especially in this dark and cruel future, the evil god's laughter is so harsh and the alien minions are so ferocious. Fate is unpredictable, cruel and bloody, and he is already covered with gold. He pondered for a moment whether he would end up being chewed off the ears of corn by subspace things or roasted into popcorn by psychic energy, and then walked out of the dark cell underground. The Imperial Guards are very endangered, but they are not that easy to kill. He still has a chance to start his adventure before meeting the final outcome. The burning galaxy is still far away from him. The most serious problem that the novice Imperial Guard needs to deal with now is-- He was lost in the palace.

In the 41st millennium, the hope of the human empire, Regent Guilliman returns. But this has nothing to do with the mortal legions far away in the Gondva galaxy. For over a hundred centuries, the Emperor had sat motionless on the golden throne of Holy Terra. He is the Lord of mankind. Fight the darkness with endless armies and millions of worlds. Yet thousands of souls are sacrificed every day so that his soul can continue to burn. As one of the countless living beings in this era, living under the most cruel and bloody regime you can imagine, enduring eternal carnage and massacre, the cries of pain and sorrow are drowned out by the longing laughter of the God of Darkness. This is a dark and terrible era. There is no peace among the stars, because in this dark and distant future, there is only war. When a time traveler raises his head and looks at the starry sky, he will eventually become the Emperor's most important currency, the Astra Militarum, and the greatest general in the Imperial Hammer. Q group 362566799 (add as you like)

After traveling to the Warhammer universe, Qin Mo discovered that he had some special abilities. For example, it can release lightning and fire out of thin air. For example, I have a lot more knowledge about technology in my head. Even modifying the laws of physics. At first Qin Mo thought that he must have been "blessed" by Tzeentch, until he discovered that he could not use any spiritual power at all.

This is the thirtieth millennium of the human empire. Under the leadership of the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor, mankind finally left its home star again and headed towards the cold and ruthless universe. They desire to reclaim their lost colonies and return those suffering to the glory of the Emperor. At this moment, mankind still has a beautiful vision for the future. At this moment, no one knows what will happen in the future. The story begins on a remote planet called Nostramo. Khalil Lohars. You should remember this name. (Warhammer fan.) (Group number 953200784)

(There really is no book group, so don't ask if there is one, the author is afraid) (If there is no update, it means that Sanyuan is busy and not full-time) "You should have told me earlier that he was the craftsman who created you, Perturabo." "Then I can be harsher on you." ... A craftsman, a wrapping cloth, a side of glass, a rein; The forger who smelt iron and stone, the minstrel of Olympia. Morse. This is my new name, given by your creation - Perturabo, your failed instrument, your unsuccessful man. O Emperor, the yoke of our sins is bound by your hands, and like a yoke is tied around your neck. (The author is unspeakably loyal and 100% Kasophilian)

This is an extremely dark world. The Emperor walked the earth, trying to restore the glory of the Empire. But the fate of mankind has long been toyed with by evil gods. In the precarious future, there is only endless darkness and war. Until--the death guard named Hades appeared. The threads of fate are intertwined. Can the existence from the outside world reverse the tragedy destined for thousands of sentient beings? The gods placed their bets. But Hades doesn't know this at the moment. He is crying like a fart whose toes have been stepped on. "Help!!! Why is this the world of Warhammer?!" "Also, why am I a Death Guard?!!" "Is it too late to kill myself and start over again?!" In a funny novel, the unscrupulous male protagonist travels to the world of grimdark, wandering around with broken skin and legs and crying like an ass. The original large group exploded and has not yet been restored and rebuilt. Only the full order group survived.

When later generations of scholars read through the history of mankind, They couldn't help but marvel at the fact that in those distant 41 millennia, the human empire was like a candle in the wind. No matter how many heroes emerged, they could not end the never-ending war, nor could they change the fate that was doomed to failure. But if they could read one more page. Then, they will see that at the end of this chaotic era, until a man appears, he destroys the throne of the chaos gods of the subspace, ends the nascent King of Darkness, crushes the Great Devourer's will of annihilation... And gives the war-torn universe a peace that has not been enjoyed for hundreds of millions of years. He is known as the Eternal Chosen One, the One-Man Council, the Rogue Trader of the Three Thousand Worlds, the Philosopher King, the First-born Demonic Wind, and the Initiator of the Second Great Crusade... And that person was just an ordinary psychic at the beginning of the story. -------------------- This book is also known as: "The Wanderings of the Universe", "Infernal Affairs: The Five-Faced Spies", "I Just Want to Moisten the Alien"...