Moreover, the art student also had a sense of déjà vu when seeing those monsters fighting each other. He wondered where he had seen these horrifying images before.
"Oh, right? Isn't this the image of Warhammer 40,000 promoted in those videos on this little broken website? The demons under Nurgle, the army of Khorne, the demons of Tzeentch and Slaanesh, and the Emperor's Legion of the Damned?"
The art student looked at those monsters and couldn't help but blurt out.
The images of these guys have been quite popular on the Internet in the past two years. Art students themselves don't pay much attention to them, but they often see introductions to Warhammer by major up-loaders.
Watching various up-loaders' introductions to the background timeline of Warhammer gave the art student a headache. Everyone's explanations were slightly different, and the art student himself couldn't understand the descriptions in the original text, so he could only watch it as it was.
What art students are most interested in is that the characters in Warhammer wear power armor and fight with cold weapons in their hands, which gives a sense of separation that is both sci-fi and backward.
"Hiss, did I travel to the Warhammer universe? I don't even watch the lobster recruitment video. How did I travel to this place?"
The art student looked up at the heavens speechlessly, wondering why he was so unlucky to have traveled to the desperate world of Warhammer. He had never done anything against the law of nature, yet why had God treated him like this?
I am just an ordinary person, mediocre in all aspects, with ordinary looks, average height, and average education.
I lead a peaceful life of going to work and coming home every day. Although I like to watch some videos that are banned for 18+, I have also fantasized about some unrealistic time travel, such as traveling to some hot-blooded animations to seek excitement.
But even if I have such a strong mind, even if I travel through time, I will still be a background board and will not survive for more than 10 minutes.
Although Warhammer is a magnificent world, the Galaxy is an even bigger stage. If you have a dream, come and you will see fighting and disputes every day.
But the entire Warhammer world is as disgusting as a pile of feces. The Empire is not a good thing. An interstellar empire still has nobles and slaves, and the people at the bottom live a life worse than death. The warp is not a thing.
At the moment when the art student crossed over, the five most powerful gods in the subspace received a reminder from the origin of the subspace that there were more outsiders coming.
The big green fat man was carefully cooking a thick soup in Nurgle's garden. Nurgle seemed to have sensed something. He stopped stirring the spoon in the crucible and looked towards a strange place, which was the boundary of the five gods' realms.
At the junction of the authority and domain of the five great gods, an outsider suddenly appeared. If it were not for the reminder of the origin of the subspace, Nurgle found that he could not sense the existence of the stowaway.
"Another disgusting stowaway. This is all Tzeentch's fault."
Nurgle muttered to himself.
Nurgle stretched out his fat green hand, and following the guidance of the origin of the Warp, he sent out a green plague psionic energy, which attacked the junction of the five gods' realms.
After Nurgle launched a psychic attack, he no longer paid much attention to it. Nurgle knew that there would be people who would deal with the traversers more actively than himself.
"Let me continue to spread my love to the galaxy."
Nurgle still hopes to continue spreading his kindness to the real universe and does not pay much attention to the struggles in the warp.
Tzeentch, who was watching his demons having fun in the Eternal Demon Realm, also received a reminder from the subspace and sensed that an outsider had come into the subspace.
Tzeentch followed the guidance of the origin of the warp and saw the artists at the junction of the five gods' realms.
"Changes, endless changes, this is also part of the plan."
Looking at the slight changes brought about by the existence of the time traveler, Tzeentch couldn't help but be very proud of his previous practices. For Tzeentch, the lord of ever-changing things, as long as there is a slightest change, it means no loss for him, and if there is no loss, it means a huge profit.
With a strange smile, Tzeentch shot a magical lightning bolt directly at the art student.
At the same time, there is Khorne, the god of courage and war, Slaanesh, the lord of art and pleasure, and the Emperor, the god of vengeance and destruction.
The three gods also sensed the presence of the time traveler and directly attacked the art student with their psychic powers.
For the Emperor, although his greatest wish is for humans to break free from the influence of the Warp, he still hates the existence of time travelers.
What the Emperor wants are pure-blooded humans, humans from the Golden Age of Technology, when individual humans were strong and rational.
They will not blindly worship any creature, so they will not be easily corrupted, and they also have a certain resistance to the subspace.
Moreover, those who traveled through time are not what the Emperor wants. Time travelers are unstable beings. Some of them know a lot and will attract the attention of powerful gods in the subspace. Wherever they go, subspace corrosion will break out.
Moreover, these time travelers are just primitive humans and are of no use to the emperor.
Therefore, when dealing with the existence of human time travelers, the Emperor took the most severe measures. Powerful psychic flames bombarded the place where the artist existed.
Khorne's psychic energy formed a huge blood-red axe shadow.
The Black Flame of the Emperor.
Slaanesh's psychic attacks.
Seeing that he was not in any danger for the time being, the art student couldn't help but think about his own survival. Since it had come to this, he might as well make the best of it.
Art students don't have any thoughts of committing suicide. After all, it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.
The art student also accepted himself and traveled to the fucked up world of Warhammer, if he didn't have a powerful golden finger.
Live - life is worse than death.
Death - death is not peace.
This world has a terrifying subspace, and flesh and blood life will have projections in the subspace. If they are noticed by the five evil gods, they will be resurrected after death and suffer endless torture.
The art student who was brainstorming suddenly felt his whole body trembling, his limbs became weak, he had difficulty breathing, and he felt like the whole world was targeting him.
It was like a herbivore being targeted by a giant carnivore at the top of the food chain. It was an indescribable feeling. The art student only felt that he was definitely no match for the opponent. Facing such an existence, he was like an ant.
The art student looked up and around, and found that there were five spiritual energies attacking him.
"Oh my god! The five most powerful gods in the subspace have all launched attacks on me. How can a small time traveler like me deserve such an honor?"
The art student was stunned with fear, and his already tense nerves suddenly relaxed. He was still resisting the rejection of the subspace. The moment the art student relaxed, he felt like someone kicked him from behind and fell out of the subspace.
When the art student was kicked out of the subspace, he felt a deep sense of disgust, as if the bad guest had finally been driven away.
The moment the art student was driven out of the Warp, the attack of the Warp evil god also arrived here. The Warp demons that were still fighting each other were in bad luck, and countless demons were affected and killed.