"LOYALTY! THE EMPEROR! BRAVE SOLDIERS OF THE EMPIRE! EXTERMINATE THESE DAMN ALIENS!"
A man dressed in a green military overcoat, wearing black power armor, with a large cap on his head, holding a chainsaw sword in one hand and a pistol in the other, shouted loudly.
Beside him, a group of frenzied Star Legion officers were firing their laser guns into the oncoming swarm of alien bugs.
Before them stretched an army of bugs that seemed as vast as a tidal wave, a countless horde of Tyranid creatures charging forward relentlessly.
"Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the Empire, blood is the fertile soil of the Empire, fight bravely!" shouted a young battle sister, donned in power armor and wielding a chainsaw sword, cutting down the Tyranid forces.
"For the Empire! Praise the great God-Emperor! Sisters, may our souls return to the Golden Throne when we die!" shouted other battle sisters as they fired bolt pistols into the bug swarm.
In addition to these battle sisters and the Star Legion officers, there were also massive men in various colored power armor, each around 7-8 feet tall, with arms thicker than their thighs.
They wielded enormous chainsaw swords and boltguns that could only be wielded by two-handed, ordinary humans, continuously venting their fury into the insectoid horde.
They were the Imperial Space Marines, also known as the Adeptus Astartes, the Emperor's Angels of Death.
Rod hid behind a massive rock, a faint smile on his face despite the chaos. The extremely muscular, superhuman physique, massive power armor, the Aquila symbol on their chests, and their giant chainsaw swords and boltguns—all these screamed Warhammer.
Just last night, he had been playing on his phone, and now, why was he in a world that resembled Warhammer 40K, so dangerous and dark?
And if he had to be transported anywhere, why not to a safer world? He could have gone to the Hive World or the Forge World, but no, he had ended up in a war zone, in the middle of an all-out battle!
What were the Tyranids even? Were these enemies on the highest difficulty setting?
Facing the Tyranids meant only two options: fight or die. There was no third path!
These monsters were ruthless killing machines, consuming all organic matter in the universe.
Rod was already feeling tense. He even considered suicide to escape this nightmare, but his survival instinct kicked in, and he couldn't bring himself to do it. After all, it was better to live a miserable life than to die quickly.
The fact that the Space Marines were still fighting meant the planet hadn't been abandoned. There was still hope, right? Perhaps they could push back the swarm, or maybe even organize an evacuation for the civilians.
Rod was considering whether he should approach these warriors and ask about nearby evacuation points. But looking at the endless Tyranid army and the mere ten Space Marines and a few thousand soldiers fighting on the front line, it seemed only a matter of time before they were overwhelmed by the horde.
And there didn't appear to be any spaceships around, or even if there were, did he, as a mere nobody, really deserve a spot on one?
The biggest problem was, Rod didn't understand Gothic, the language these people were speaking. He could only infer from their power armor and the presence of Tyranids that this was the Warhammer 40K universe.
Going over there was too risky. The most likely outcome was that these red-eyed killers would shoot him on sight.
If any Fire Lizard or Fire Lizard sub-group was involved, maybe he'd have a small chance. But the language barrier was still a huge issue. He wondered if he could communicate in English—thankfully, he knew that.
Rod sighed. Wasn't there a standard game-breaking cheat for people like him, a transmigrator?
Sweet girl! Just then, a familiar voice rang out, and a virtual screen suddenly appeared in front of Rod.
This familiar interface, with its familiar recharge button, made Rod feel a pang of recognition.
Wait a second… wasn't this the garbage mobile game he downloaded last night out of boredom?
It was a generic game with a simple gameplay loop. The objective was to draw cards in a shop, challenge arenas, fight in dungeons, battle ranked matches, and collect rewards. The ultimate goal was to capture and train various monsters.
The monsters were all villains from a childhood TV series—Ultraman, but there were no heroes, just the monstrous alien creatures.
Rod remembered playing it on his phone last night, but now, after transmigrating, the interface had changed to a virtual screen. And where was his phone? Had it turned into his cheat system?
Wait a second! Was he really supposed to play a mobile game here in the Warhammer world?
But... what if it wasn't just about playing games?
Now, the interface had transformed into a full-fledged virtual screen. Could the monsters actually be summoned?
If he could summon some of the giant monsters from the Ultraman universe, Rod thought, he'd happily say, "I don't eat beef," to the Chaos traders.
Sure, the Warhammer world was high-powered, but the Ultraman monsters were certainly no slouches. In fact, they were likely even more powerful.
After all, Ultraman traveled across multiple universes, whereas the Warhammer universe was still stuck in one galaxy.
But if this didn't work, then he might as well try getting shot by the boltgun to end it all.
Rod clicked on the virtual screen in front of him.
He decided to summon a monster first—at least to deal with the immediate danger.
The arena, dungeon mode, elite battles, ranked matches, and story mode were all grayed out, unavailable.
Only three icons were still active.
One was his personal profile, where he could view his inventory, check his monsters, and train them.
The other two were the recharge button and the shop button.
Recharge? Seriously? Was the game still asking for money in this situation?
He muttered to himself, "I've transmigrated to another world, and now you want me to recharge?!"
How was he supposed to recharge in a world with no internet?
Rod dismissed it for now. After all, if there was a recharge button, there had to be something in this world that could be used to recharge the system.
The battlefield situation was dire. Rod felt he needed to summon a monster quickly, or he'd be dead before long.