Simultaneous Journey: Starting from Holy Terra

Ye Ming let out a long breath.

He reached out his still trembling hand, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and began to review the events of the night.

From his leading troops in a surprise attack on the mountain camp, to the Greenskins camp suddenly rushing down the mountain for a bloody battle, to the sudden appearance of the Khorne forces, and then to the sudden appearance of Gotrek.

From midnight yesterday until this evening, this magical event happened and ended within a single day.

Just like when Ye Ming encountered Tzeentch Champion and Bloodthirsty Demon in Warhammer 40k, it was very sudden. If it weren't for the help of the Living Saint, Evelynn, and others, as well as the presence of the Grand Master, Ye Ming in Warhammer 40k would probably have been dragged to his death!

The situation with Ye Ming in Warhammer Fantasy is also incredibly fantastical, with so many variables that even a prophet would be terrified!

However, there's also the reason why the Greenskins don't play by the rules.

If the Greenskins had been even half a day later, and Ye Ming had been fully prepared and had assembled a ghoul army, the casualty ratio would not have been like this!

"No wonder Tzeentch's plans always fail. He predicts the future but can't see the changes in the present. There are so many changes."

"Wouldn't thinking like this attract Tzeentch's attention?"

Ye Ming muttered to himself, and then he saw the alchemist who was guarding outside come in.

"My lord, the two warriors have arrived."

"Please come quickly!"

The alchemist left, then entered with Gotrick and Felix.

"Please have a seat, both of you," Ye Ming said with a smile.

"You're the lord here? They all say you killed a Black Orc general, but you look rather weak," Gotrek said in a deep voice, scratching his head.

"Can't you speak properly?" Felix couldn't stop him, so he kicked Gotrick and gave Ye Ming an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, Lord of Zhendan, my friend is just like that, he doesn't know how to speak properly, please forgive him."

"It's alright, I am indeed very weak, otherwise I wouldn't have been beaten so badly by a black orc warrior."

Ye Ming said with a smile, "On the contrary, I should thank you. If it weren't for your help in holding back the Khorne army's advance, many of my soldiers would have died this time."

"To express my gratitude, please feel free to suggest anything I can provide!"

"Really?" Gao Cuike's eyes lit up. "Do you have any alcohol? We've finished all the alcohol we brought."

"Of course! And it's all specialty wines from Aurora, even wines from Tyrell and Rikren! Plenty to go!"

"Haha! That's great, you're a good guy!"

"Then thank you very much, Lord." Felix saw that Gotrick had already made his request, so he didn't say anything more. He had originally wanted to ask for directions, but now it seemed that he couldn't ask in this situation.

After all, once Gao Cuike starts drinking, he won't stop for at least ten days.

After all, Gotrick was the architect of one of the dwarves' greatest achievements. What? You ask what achievement?

He is the only dwarf in history who almost died from alcohol poisoning!

After talking with the two for a while, Ye Ming led them back to Titan Territory.

After returning, Ye Ming told the soldiers to rest before going back to his own room.

The reason for meeting with Gotrick and Felix was partly to express my gratitude, and partly to keep them around for the time being to see if I could get their help!

However, before that, Ye Ming went back to his room and lay down immediately—because he was just too tired.

He had been holding on by the will to live, but now that he had suddenly relaxed, he fell into a deep sleep under the combined physical and mental shock.

While he slept, a terrifying gale swept through the chaos of the entire Warhammer Fantasy world.

Within that crimson realm, a terrifying figure seated upon a brass throne unleashed a horrifying roar of rage.

Endless demons of Khorne began to gather, advancing from the Frost Iron Glacier towards the treacherous peaks where the Dark Elves resided. They were going to wage war and appease the Blood God's wrath with blood and skulls.

Meanwhile, on the Chaotic Wasteland, the Blood Queen, who was still preparing for war, led her army on an expedition to the east after hearing the roar of the Blood God.

Meanwhile, in Nurgle's Garden, Nurgle, from the Warhammer Fantasy universe, is pondering whether to add a new ingredient to his soup.

His offspring also sensed Khorne's wrath and saw the unusual nature of the eight magical winds, but none of them took any action.

This is not what they want.

In Slaanesh's palace, Slaanesh's son Sigvard heard the sounds of pleasure coming from the Slaanesh princess. He rose, donned his magnificent armor, and cast his gaze toward the distant east.

There, there lived a talented young man who caught the eye of Princess Slaanesh.

Beyond the Great Wall of Zhen Dan, in the chaotic wasteland, the "Cursed Spirit" Verich flipped through the Tarot cards of fate, revealing the unpredictable changes of the future, and saw Ye Ming, who had once been expelled by the treacherous believers in Weijing.

Upon witnessing the relationship between Ye Ming and Miao Ying, the "Cursed Spirit" let out a sharp, eerie laugh.

A brilliant plan emerged in its mind: if successful, it would personally present a powerful chosen god to the Lord of Change!

"Let's go, let's get moving now and begin our plan!"

……

Changyuan.

Miao Ying stood atop the city wall, her long, snow-white hair fluttering in the wind. She wore a light armor robe, her right hand displaying a dragon claw, and beneath her feet lay a mountain of corpses, exuding a heroic and valiant aura.

"Lately, things have been very chaotic and restless; there's always a feeling that a storm is brewing."

"My lord, a letter has arrived from Titan."

The messenger ran up the city wall and handed a letter bearing Ye Ming's signature to Miao Ying.

This was Miaoying's order; otherwise, apart from military intelligence, not even a local lord could get the letter to her.

"A letter from Ye Ming? Give it to me."

Miaoying took the letter, opened it, and frowned slightly after reading it.

This was Ye Ming's previous letter requesting assistance, which was delivered to Changyuan by scouts from Titan Territory under urgent circumstances.

The letter arrived on the night Ye Ming finished his battle. After all, it was more than 600 kilometers, and riding a horse for a day and a night was already the limit!

"There are so many green-skinned soldiers? Even Zhaoming can't get there in time?"

Miao Ying glanced at the battlefield. She still had high hopes for Ye Ming, especially for his set of theories.

She felt that Ye Ming was a human being, and it would be a pity if he died in the Green Tide. But as the garrison commander of Changyuan and the governor of Weibei Province, how could she possibly abandon the battlefield here to save a small territory in the rear?

This is simply unacceptable from any angle!

Just as Miaoying hesitated, another urgent report arrived from the altar of the alchemist.

"Report! Secret intelligence from the Altar City of the Alchemist!"

"Um?"

Miao Ying subconsciously sensed something was wrong. She took the secret report, opened it, and then turned to her personal guard beside her, saying, "Send a light cavalry unit and come with me to the Alchemist's Altar!"

"Yes, sir!"

The female guards acted immediately. Before long, Miaoying, having handed over her military duties, led a light cavalry unit toward the altar of the alchemist.

Shortly after she left, a young man hiding in a village beneath Changyuan suddenly revealed a strange smile in his home, then vomited blood and died suddenly.

After his death, a strange blue symbol bloomed, and a shapeshifting spirit emerged from it, gazing in the direction where the beautiful figure had departed and letting out a low roar.

"Everything is going according to plan~"