Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can!!
It's a world that's dark. The emperor walked the world trying to rebuild the glory of the empire. But the fate of mankind has long been played with by evil gods.
In a stormy future, there will be only endless darkness and war. Until—the death guard named Hades appeared.
With the intertwined threads of fate, can the existence from the outside world reverse the tragedy that thousands of sentient beings are doomed? The gods have bet.
But none of this, Hades knows at the moment, he is now crying like a toe-stepped ass.
"Help!! How is this the world of Warhammer ahhh
"Also, how am I a death guard?!!"
"Is it too late to kill yourself and reopen now?!" Funny novel, the dead house is not a serious male protagonist wears into the world of grimdark, wandering left and right in the skin with a broken leg and crying like a fart.
The group number 287540541 can talk about anything except urging changes