"WAAAAAGH!"
Above the jungles of Armageddon, a spaceship cobbled together from scrap metal had been successfully assembled!
No one knew how this spaceship actually managed to fly. The Mekboyz had simply picked up a few spare parts left over from an exploding Imperial starship and put this warship together.
"Good, very nice, I am satisfied!"
"Set off for me! As a chosen of the gods of Gork and Mork, I need to continue searching for things that will let me have a good fight!"
"I reckon your cannon barrel isn't big enough, and your engine isn't big enough!"
"Keep thickening and lengthening it for me, It would be best to make a boarding cannon, the kind that can launch me directly onto the enemy warship!"
[Next Campaign: Roaming Space...]
[The location for this campaign will be inside the hull. You will command the Orks in a boarding battle!]
[Mission Time: Warp time is uncertain; you can choose the time to start this mission freely!]
[After the mission begins, the greenskins will immediately encounter their fated enemies.]
[Afterwards, both sides will begin a massive WAAAAAGH, and only the one who WAAAAAGHs until the end will achieve final victory!]
Caleb looked at the mission list and finally understood that these two missions consisted of one main quest and one side quest.
Whether it was the Orks or Lion El'Jonson, these were very free-form missions.
Only when he clicked on the gameboard to start would the flow of time at that specific point begin.
This was very Warp-like; after all, the concept of time did not exist in the Warp.
"Hahaha..."
"Let me get some sleep first. After I've recovered my energy, we'll talk!"
"This physical constitution is no good; I really can't handle a campaign!"
"I hope the next reward drops more artificial organs to improve my physical constitution. Otherwise, if another apocalypse happens, I really won't be able to hold up!"
Caleb took out his phone and opened selfie mode. Now, there were even dark circles under his eyes.
And that was even with the support of his Second Heart. If he didn't have those extra modified organs, he probably would have fallen into a deep sleep halfway through.
With the Armageddon mission over, his deployment points had returned to 4000.
2000 points had already been used to deploy two units, which meant he had an additional 2000 points available for deployment.
He glanced at the delivery tracking on his phone. Most of the chess pieces were already on their way, and he estimated they would arrive in a couple of days.
By then, his troop replenishment would be in the most perfect state. Fighting the campaign at that time would undoubtedly be the best choice.
Putting his phone back into his pocket, Caleb lay down on the bed and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
However, at this moment, Caleb did not notice his psychic ability.
Thus, as he fell into a deep sleep, his psychic powers activated.
[Psychic Skill: Divination · Precognitive Dream.]
As the scene shifted, Caleb saw two greenskins in his mind, fighting frantically.
At first, Caleb wondered if Gork and Mork had come to see him.
But when he saw these two greenskins, Caleb's brain stalled.
"Bonecrusher and Hulk?"
"Bonecrusher, may he live long!"
Looking at the greenskin whose forehead was covered with metal plates, Caleb knew this must be Bonecrusher.
As for why he was here fighting to the death with his Hulk, he didn't know.
Caleb wanted to pinch his own cheek but found he couldn't feel any pain. Only then did Caleb realize that this must be some kind of precognitive dream.
The battle between the two greenskins was exceptionally brutal.
Although Hulk was far ahead of his opponent in individual strength, for some reason, the cunning and insidious Bonecrusher before him did not accept his challenge to a duel.
He used various tactics to frantically wear Hulk down.
Utilizing the endless supply of troops in his hands, he kept wearing Hulk down.
"Wait, is this a prophecy? Does that mean if I start the greenskin dungeon directly, I might lose?"
Looking at the massive scale of the battlefield, Caleb felt that this might be the case.
He was indeed not very good at fighting greenskins, even in his past tabletop games, it was the same.
The vast ocean of greenskins was almost about to engulf Hulk; as they fought on, Hulk was almost becoming a commander with no troops.
Fortunately, Hulk became angrier the more he fought, and his size grew larger and larger.
Under the influence of some kind of power, the guy's skin gradually turned reddish-brown.
"Holy beans, is this a super evolution?"
"Wait, if that's the case, won't he just get angrier and angrier?"
[Khorne: Finally fell for it! Favorability is full, Slaughter value is full!]
[Such a powerful warrior, from now on, he is mine!]
[Angron doesn't even amount to half of this thing; this is the warrior I want the most!]
Soon, a blood-red giant hand appeared in the sky, and immediately Caleb's body moved uncontrollably.
Both sides were fighting over the chess pieces on the gameboard, but this time, the rules of the gameboard seemed to stand on the side of Chaos.
"Damn it!"
He watched helplessly as several deep cuts opened up on the palms of his hands.
The sight of blood spurting out startled even Caleb himself.
He watched helplessly as his body took out a first aid kit to bandage and treat himself.
But it seemed to be of no use; the blood still flowed out uncontrollably.
[Khorne: Not bad, really not bad!]
[Such a powerful piece, from now on, it is mine!]
[Such a powerful human, you have already far surpassed my Angron. From now on, the Butcher's Nails are yours!]
Watching as Khorne's "ring" was taken out.
Caleb watched helplessly as the Butcher's Nails were driven into Hulk's mind.
At this moment, Caleb had experienced what it was like to be an impotent husband, watching helplessly as the badass Hulk was cuckolded.
This prophecy was like some kind of boomerang, predicting a certain failure of his own.
"God damn it!"
Although Caleb didn't know the emotions of this current body, he could feel that he must be very, very angry right now.
But even angrier things were still to come; his mission had failed!
And the penalty for failure was very severe: it would cause him to transmigrate into the Warhammer world!
As time passed, the vision in the prophecy began to change.
The original apartment room transformed into the hive city world, and the originally spacious living room turned into a small shack of only 6 square meters.
[Defeat Penalty: Please survive for one month under the Imperium's execution line; failure will reset the mission.]
As soon as the words fell, Caleb saw his body begin to move.
However, what followed was a whole bunch of very bloody and violent scenes.
Caleb even watched helplessly as his body was cannibalized by vagrants in the hive city.
Beaten to death by some inexplicable mutant.
Stabbed through the heart by a Skaven that sprang out from the ground.
The various forms of mutant humans on the street could all potentially harm him.
And there was some Catachan plant brought by some idiot that just devoured him!
Even when he finally managed to snatch some meat, he might still be swindled and seduced by some cute-looking subhuman bitch.
In this prophecy, except for not being able to feel pain, the scenes were all so real.
So much so that even though Caleb knew he was sleeping, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
And what was even more terrifying was that he couldn't wake up until his psychic energy was exhausted!
"Damn it, I didn't even survive a single day!"
"Why is this Imperium's execution line so fierce!"
Looking at the scenes in the prophecy, he had already reincarnated several times.
However, the Imperium's execution line was always able to land precisely on his head.
He had struggled so many times, yet he was still just spinning in circles in the lower levels of the hive city.
Even when he had the opportunity to go to the lower hive city later, it only changed his survival time from hours to days.
Watching his numb self in the scene, Caleb became increasingly afraid of that failure penalty.
Sure enough, this gameboard game really cannot be lost; once lost, it really is endless torture.
Watching his body gradually weaken, and then the Ant-Ox larva crawling out from behind.
Caleb knew that in the prophecy, that life of his probably didn't defeat his own food.
Instead, he became the food for the can; this was very Warhammer.
"Wait, what the hell is this?"
"Is it really this miserable if I lose?"
Once again, watching helplessly as his corpse was made into a can.
For some reason, Caleb felt particularly oppressed inside.
This feeling of oppression came from a deep fear of the Warhammer 40k world. Previously, he was a supreme existence who could define the life and death of most people at will.
But after experiencing life at the bottom through the prophecy, he no longer had that feeling.
Hell, true hell.
Average survival time is calculated in days.
One careless mistake and you could die in the bottom of the hive city.
In the prophecy, his longest life was actually the life he had after coming to work in the lower hive city.
There, he even encountered a genestealer?
In Caleb's prophetic vision, this guy was just a bald head, and he didn't know how he had taken a liking to it.
However, in the subsequent behaviors, from a first-person perspective, he seemed to be particularly obsessed with the genestealer in front of him?
"What the fuck is this?"
"What kind of heavy taste is this? I don't want to see this kind of thing, make me wake up, wake up!"
Alright, at the last moment of his life, he seemed to still be guarding that so-called genestealer fetus.
Did he not think at that time, why would a dignified boy not be able to get pregnant?
"Ah, I can't take it anymore!"
Although it was a prophecy, this nightmare was truly too terrifying.
The price of failure was so incomparably high that Caleb even felt that with his abilities, it might be very difficult to complete the penalty mission given by the system.
"Plop!"
Caleb fell off the bed, then struggled to stand up, his whole body convulsing.
Although the Second Heart gave him relatively strong physical constitution, this physical constitution was not a qualitative change; he would still feel uncomfortable.
"Is time up?"
Caleb hadn't reacted yet.
But soon, those terrifying prophetic memories kept pouring into his mind.
Now he understood that he probably couldn't choose that so-called Ork mission.
Once he chose the Ork mission, the fate awaiting him was highly likely to be going to the hive city.
Struggling to stand up, the pajamas on his back were already soaked with sweat.
Beads of sweat as big as beans were still hanging on his forehead.
At this time, it was approaching evening. Caleb took out his phone; the time was the normal year 2026, not the so-called 226.M40.
This was a great thing for Caleb, who had just had a nightmare.
Taking a deep breath, he felt the continuous memories from the vision.
Although many were just memory fragments from the prophecy.
But those fragments were truly too terrifying, too terrifying.
Calming his mood, Caleb comforted himself that this was not the future of his own home.
The hive city world was truly too terrifying; he certainly didn't want to be in a hive city in the future.
There, Caleb had seen many, many mutants.
Caleb also realized that the reason he was prone to death was actually because he was a pure human.
In the eyes of those subhumans, he, this pure human, was simply a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
They wouldn't let you go just because you were a pure homo sapiens.
Whenever he recalled the strange-looking races on the streets, Caleb's heart couldn't help but clench.
He had died too many times and already had a fear of those strange races.
Even in his prophetic memories, it was only the memory of a few lives, but it was already very terrifying.
Walking to the living room, Caleb subconsciously wanted to extract the gameboard rewards.
However, when he really extracted the system rewards.
The names of those gene templates already left him speechless.
[Extracting STC for artificial womb technology, extracting STC for gene editing technology!]
[Extraction successful. Basic gene editing technology templates obtained. Host can cultivate special races through artificial wombs!]
[The following are unlocked human gene templates; the host can use complete embryonic cells for cultivation.]
[Ogryn, Skaven, Votann dwarf, Beastman, Catgirl, Foxgirl, Eldar, Rabbit-folk.]
[Only mature embryonic cells are needed for gene modification and cultivation; the host can place the cells into a cultivation tank for cultivation.]
Looking at these dazzling and ready-to-use gene templates.
Caleb suddenly understood why Warhammer called the peak era of humanity the Dark Age of Technology.
Because in that era of moral collapse and absolute lack of new order, what exactly a human was would probably have to be redefined.
In the biological classification of Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species, humans themselves belong to Primates, Hominidae, Homo, Homo sapiens.
And in an era where genes could be changed at will, humanity would probably be more than just the single species of Homo sapiens.
Just the gene templates Caleb held in his hands were already enough to differentiate humans into several species!
By that time, humans would indeed only be able to rely on skulls to distinguish each other, because genetically, it would be completely impossible to confirm whether the other party was a person.
Thinking of this, Caleb gasped.
He even began to re-examine himself: was applying these dangerous technologies to society a bad thing?
Ding-dong...
The doorbell rang again. At this moment, Caleb glanced at his WeChat message.
The message indicated that some of the chess pieces had arrived.
Besides the chess pieces for humans, Caleb had also bought some Orks, Eldar, and even Tyranid pieces!
It could be said that Caleb had bought some pieces for all factions, even emptying out several personal Taobao stores for this purpose.
"Ah, let's not think about that much for now!"
"Let's carry those chess piece figurines back first!"
"With so many things, it's going to take half a day just to carry them!"