My Immortal Journey Through Despair in the World of 40k
Wang Ming was transported by the saint seated upon the golden throne to the chaotic and monstrous universe of Warhammer 40,000. The system that was meant to bind to him, after bestowing upon him a dea
Today marked the end of another Terra year; by his calculation, there was just one month left until the ancient Terra New Year. Minerva pondered whether she should prepare a New Year’s Eve feast. The soldiers had been away from home for so long—were they longing for their distant homeland?
Minerva brought this matter to Wang Ming’s attention, hoping he would approve. Upon hearing her idea, Wang Ming gave his immediate consent. He and the other Travelers were all children of Huaxia; it would be a lie to say they did not miss home. They had been stranded in this bleak universe for decades, and he too wished to use this New Year’s Eve dinner to reminisce about their homeland.
Moreover, the mortal auxiliary troops needed such a meaningful meal as well. They had followed the Travelers through the stars to countless worlds, always prepared to lay down their lives on some forgotten battlefield. They deserved a respite from their exhaustion—the wars had grown fiercer lately, and on some battlefields, even the Travelers found it impossible to guarantee the safety of the mortal auxiliaries.
And so, the plan was set in motion. They would enjoy a New Year’s Eve dinner after the current mission was complete.
The fleet traversed the warp and arrived in the target star system. The imperial world there had been cut off from the Empire for some time—since the Great Rift, it had slipped beyond the Empire’s control.
Captain Jiang Tao tried to contact the local World Engine imperial government, but received no response. The world seemed lifeless; if not for the