Warhammer: Wrong Turn to Godhood
The Cadian Fortress has been destroyed under the ferocious assault of the Chaos legions.
Rifts have torn open in the Warp, unleashing countless horrific monsters and demon armies from the long-lost darkness.
Adrian accidentally transmigrates into this age of despair and becomes the Living Saint of the Emperor, tasked with persuading players to enter the Warhammer universe to “work.”
From that moment on, the entire tone of this bleak galaxy completely changed.
“Such a vast galaxy, and not even one Heavenly Punishment Colossus? This is a disgrace to all Stellaris players! Brothers, mine harder, build the Colossus, build the wonders!”
“I’m a bona fide chosen of the Omnissiah! Those oily tech-priests on Mars dare question my designs? Heresy! We declare war immediately!”
“A tiny galaxy with so many races, Tyranids, Necrons, Orks, T’au, isn’t this betrayal against the Emperor Himself? Initiate Exterminatus! Execute the extinction plan!”
“If we can’t save humanity, then let the galaxy burn! From the Segmentum Obscurus to the Far Eastern Frontier, start the wars, let the stars fall!”
“Who told you Terra is the true capital? Wherever Lord Thirteen stands, that’s the true Imperium! Anyone who disagrees, declare war!”
“Anyone who’s played it knows, this Warhammer game is just incredible. Look, the Emperor Himself just gave me a new mission: go to Baal and fight the Tyranids, and He says we’re going to resurrect the Great Angel!”
Daoist_Jinzu · Buku&Sastra