It all started two years ago.

At that time, Wei Mu had just crossed over to the Warhammer universe.

In the 40th millennium of the distant darkness, there was only war in the universe - this passage is the best description of the Warhammer universe.

What Chaos Warlord's thirteenth Black Expedition was a great success.

What a big devourer, more and more tentacles are pouring into the galaxy.

What green-skinned orcs are becoming more and more wagggh under the stimulation of high-intensity battles!

What space necrons are waking up from the Tomb World one by one......

The Warhammer universe is a bloody, brutal, never-ending hawl in which all forces have to participate, with each race fighting to the death for its own survival – except for the Greenskins.

Traveling to such a universe, Wei Mu obviously fell into blood mold.

However, the place where he descended was Midden, a paradise world with abundant materials, pleasant environment, perfect infrastructure, and far away from the flames of war, which can be regarded as one of the few good places in the whole galaxy.

Anyway, the life of ordinary people is only a hundred years, even if the sky really falls, there are masters on it, and there is no need for him to worry about it. If he is lucky, he will still be able to spend his life here in peace, and finally return to the Golden Throne.

Of course, Wei Mu is not without serious things.

Once this person's life is not worried, he will start to find ways to make himself happy.

The inhabitants of the paradise world live a superior life, and naturally have a higher spiritual and cultural pursuit.

So in Middenheim, the power of Slaanesh has been secretly corrupting the world.

If one indulges oneself in pleasure, one gradually becomes a slave to mental stimulation, like a drug, and eventually becomes manipulated by Slaanesh.

In fact, then again, the Warhammer universe is not a dark and crippled setting at all.

At that time, the Spirit Empire was too comfortable and moisturizing, and it was really too much to eat and have nothing to do, all kinds of excitement, and finally brought out the evil god of Slaanesh.

Before that, what was the untold suffering of the Warhammer universe?

All of them were the deaths of the intelligent beings of the real universe themselves, and the Aydaring clan was the first to do so.

In order to correctly guide the values of the people of Middenheim and help them put an end to the low-grade tastes brought by the Slaanesh sect, Wei Mu chose to raise the pen and set off a wave of entertainment frenzy in this paradise world.

In the process of human struggle in the 40th millennium, not only science and technology have been lost, but also culture and entertainment.

The evil god Tzeentch suppressed the development of science and technology, resulting in the empire's technology now relying entirely on archaeology to restore blood. The evil god Slain suppresses the development of culture and entertainment, but in fact, it can also engage in a wave of cultural and entertainment revival to save the field.

So, it's time to give the people of the empire a little bit of pure and unpolluted entertainment from the third millennium.

What about drug abstinence on the Internet?

What thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor, what my son Wang Teng has the posture of a great emperor, Wei Mu here grabs a handful.

The reason why many people still choose to go astray when their survival can be guaranteed is because of greed on the one hand, and because they have no hobbies to focus on, and Wei Mu's works can just fill this gap.

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"So, that's your credit? Just wrote a few fantasy novels and regarded yourself as a great hero of the empire? Hearing this, Azrael said contemptuously.

"Don't put this yin and yang weird qi aside, do you know how difficult it is to suppress the slain corrosion of the heavenly world? And I'm not done yet, it's what happens next! Wei Mu opened his mouth and complained.

At that time, Wei Mu really only borrowed a few works of his predecessors to engage in entertainment, and by the way, he was just fighting wits and courage with a group of slacker sects. The petty fight can't be on the table, and it's still a long way from the official start of writing the Apocrypha.

What led him to change was the rise of the Greenskins.

The green-skinned orcs are biological weapons made by the ancient saints, a half-animal and half-plant, relying on the secretion of spores to reproduce, as long as there is sunlight, soil and water, it can build a whole green-skinned ecology by itself, so as to grow a steady stream of humanoid species from the ground.

This special way of breeding means that no matter where the greenskins go, they will not lack manpower and food resources, and it is extremely difficult to be exterminated by the enemy.

The green-skinned orcs don't care about pain, they have super recovery ability, they are brutal by nature, they have an instinctive fanaticism for war, and they have a certain amount of wisdom, but not much, the ancient saints have imprinted all kinds of technologies into their DNA, and they only need to keep fighting to automatically unlock those technologies.

What's even more outrageous is that the greenskins also have an idealist power called "The Power of My Search", which can ignore certain details and directly achieve the desired effect, so the greenskins can use a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron to create powerful lethal weapons in a way that is completely inconsistent with the laws of physics, and the same way, other civilizations simply cannot reproduce.

All of these characteristics combine to make the Greenskin Orcs the perfect weapons of war.

In every area where the greenskin threat exists, the orc boys erupt like a periodic natural disaster, bringing destruction to other races in the vicinity.

And when the orcs in a region are completely bigger, a green wave across the galaxy - wagggh! And it was born.

At that time, Middenheim was facing such a threat, the greenskinned orcs in the nearby star sector could no longer be effectively suppressed, and the rising greenskinned warlords were eager to find the greatest battle in the universe, and the shadow of death loomed over everyone's heads for a while.

In the face of such a cosmic-level war crisis, even if the number of casualties exceeds 10 billion, it is just a series of commonplace numbers, and even the slightest aftermath caused by the crisis is not something that an ordinary person can bear.

I can't even stay in the heavenly world anymore, so even if I want to escape, where can I escape?

Wei Mu thought about it for a long time, and finally felt that he had to get involved in this matter.

People die and birds rise to the sky, and they do not die for thousands of years.

He decided to use his wits to go to Wasteplanet alone to fool the greenskin warlord so that the orc forces could be diverted elsewhere.

When Vimu told Karl Franz, the Governor of the Sector, about his idea, the Governor thought that the boy must be crazy.

Although the entertainment revival movement he made was indeed eye-catching, there were many people who felt that the green skin had a low IQ and was easy to fool, and those people eventually died in the hands of the green skin.

The orcs are like a wild nature that the civilized world can never conquer, unpredictable and moody.

However, Vimu only asked Governor Karl to prepare him a large vat of green mushroom wine, which was contraband in Middenheim, and was only secretly sold on the black market, so that he could meet the green-skinned warlord.

Anyway, this kid was going to go on his own, and the empire had nothing to lose, so Governor Karl finally agreed to Vimu's request.

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"You mean to say that you solved the greenskin problem of Wasteland?" Hearing this, Azric's face changed slightly.

In their Dark Angel's database, there is a clear record of the abnormal Greenskins, and they have not been able to figure out the reason for this until now.

And now, this kid actually said that the abnormal behavior of the greenskin had something to do with him.

"yes, or what do you think?" Wei Mu showed a natural expression.

"Since you dare to say this wild talk, tell me what you did there." Azrael Road.

"Actually, I didn't do anything, I just helped the greenskins figure out the concept of the apocalypse." Wei Mu waved his hand and said very casually.

That's right, his first Apocrypha was actually made specifically for the greenskins.