In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

In the infernal galaxy of Warhammer 40K, four bright college students are unexpectedly transported to this world.
Ten thousand years have passed since the emperor sat on the golden throne.
Just when humanity's fate seemed sealed by destruction, souls from another world brought a new turning point.
"I told you Dark Tide shouldn't play with friends! Now you've really crossed over into Warhammer."
"At least I didn't travel through time alone; I had you all with me in Red Stone."
"Speaking of which, we seem to have acquired some incredible looks. Damn, how come all four of us are a traitorous gang?"
"Wait a minute, why is it so tall? This size doesn't look like the Astartes."
The four people, who were unexpectedly brought into this world, could only support each other and try their best to swim like butterflies in this cesspool-like universe.
Since there's no way to go back, we can only try to unclog this latrine first.
what did you say?
Mixing?
It's impossible to mix them up.
I would never commit adultery in this lifetime!