Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Your name is Owen Hill. Hill is the name of your family. Your family has been the ruler of this world since a long time ago.

As for what this world is called, in your thick and ancient family tree, you can find the words left by your ancestors five thousand years ago.

"Unexpected place"

That's the name of this planet, accident.

Your ancestors seemed to have broken away from a larger political organization. After crossing the star sea and traveling at the speed of light like a miracle, and with a little accident, your ancestors came to this relatively rich planet.

As for what this planet was like much longer ago, you have no idea.

According to the historian in your castle, he guesses that this planet should be the legacy left by the golden humans.

You ask him what a golden human is. This trainee historian whose ancestor was a fleet scribe is speechless. The veins on his neck burst out and his face turns red. He tells you about his historical research. It's just a matter of writing down the records left by our ancestors again and again.

The ship your ancestors rode on has gone nowhere, and the records left behind say that there is something parked outside the planet, but your world does not have the ability to fly out, and many technological equipment have become incomprehensible, and in time It became worn and mottled under the baptism.

In the hall of your castle, there is a huge knight who looks like a god of war. Your ancestors have polished his shell and used oil and wax to make his armor shine.

But as for what's going on inside, you can't control that.

Before your father died, he told you stories that had been passed down from generation to generation in the family. No one knew what these stories meant, so it became a tradition in your family. Almost every old man had to tell this story to their descendants.

You knelt in front of the bed, holding your father's hand, and listened to him weakly saying: "The Emperor has given us a sacred mission. He ordered us to open up frontiers for the Empire and seek a place for survival for mankind, even if it is not precious. As the stc emerges from the depths of the earth, never forget that the Emperor still watches over us."

You ask him what is an emperor? What is an empire? What is stc?

Your father had no choice but to sigh, tell you that he didn't know, and then passed away. You took over the position hastily and became the ruler of this planet.

Among your many subjects, there are three organizations that you must respect.

One is the Ascension Church of the Emperor. This organization with a cathedral in the city, like your family, has been passed down for a long time and has never been discontinued.

Every bishop is a trembling good old man, and the robes on his body have been replaced with locally produced clothes. As for the better bishops' robes, they are stored and worshiped as holy objects.

But the church also has many ancient and mysterious things, some sacred beads that can stop bows and arrows and firecrackers, a huge hammer that can crush everything, and some other interesting things.

But few people have access to these magical weapons.

As far as you know, you haven't seen anyone wielding such a huge hammer since Hercules was swallowed by those monsters that emerged from the sea.

The patriarch of the church inherits a sword engraved with a double-headed eagle and other intricate symbols, as well as a bolt pistol.

As for how these things are produced, no one knows. At least the crude factory in your castle cannot make more bolt pistols, and can only barely make firecrackers stuffed with bolt bombs.

Another respectable organization is the Knight Army, but according to your family's records, these people should have been the guards of the unknown empire more than 5000 years ago.

The truth has long been buried in the dust, and you don't care what they were called before or why they are called the Knight Army now, such meaningless questions.

The leadership of the Knight Army is also inherited, but it is somewhat different from hereditary inheritance.

The Grand Knight Commander will select the knights he thinks are strong and brave enough, and then take the qualified ones to the knight's fortress. The walls of the hall are hung with clothes that are mainly black and decorated with bright red and gold.

It looks very thick, with fine material and exquisite workmanship, especially the golden double-headed eagle on the hat is the most beautiful. But your planet can no longer replicate this.

The knight commander and the candidate will kneel under the coat and then swear an oath to the first knight commander, a man named Kang Mass.

The oath is also an old thing that has been passed down for a long time. It ensures that the emperor's will can be implemented on this planet and that mortals can be prepared to fight in the endless dark universe.

Thousands of words, but loyalty to death.

The third organization is the Artisans Guild. Almost everyone in them will amputate a part of their body, maybe a leg or a hand, and then replace it with a metal prosthesis made by themselves.

These people have always controlled the production of the industrial area, and the weapons and food of this planet all depend on their maintenance.

In the early morning, the metal speaker beside your bed releases a sharp and modulating noise, pulling you out of your sleep.

You got up from the bed, patted your face with water from the basin, and then stood on the balcony to admire the city scenery.

In the distance is a towering city wall, made purely of metal. It's hard to imagine how long this kind of project would take to complete.

Inside the city wall is a vast urban area, which is divided into different areas according to the distance from the city wall.

The area closest to the city wall is the military zone. The area where the knights are active has deep and wide trenches. After thousands of years of excavation, the depth of these trenches has become as deep as some mines in the city.

Further inside is a flat buffer zone, leaving a reaction area between the military zone and the residential area.

Simple planting and reclamation are usually carried out here so that the knights in the military zone can eat some food grown by themselves.

Then came the residential areas, with stone and metal houses scattered unbalancedly in various areas. It can be said that there is no reasonable planning in the city.

If it weren't for the constant invasion of monsters outside the city wall, perhaps in the brutal expansion, these buildings would have been built into unstable towers on the basis of the old houses.

The innermost level is the industrial area, where your castle is also located, although the smoke from those chimneys makes you cough a little. But watching the molten iron flow scaldingly, and the furnaces of gunfire and armor coming out of the furnace, is so wonderful that you can't extricate yourself.

The industrial zone is also responsible for the most food production. You are grateful that these machines can still be used in five thousand years of baptism and can produce precious rations for you and your people without stopping.

Okay, here I have a plan to defeat the evil god

Khorne: Harm is legalized.

Tzeentch: Calculate Tzeentch's plan and add a double twist of betrayal to it

Nurgle: Cosmic Level of Health Care

Slaanesh: Thinking about totally unsexy things