ongoingGood news, transmigrated, to Terra. Bad news, it's Holy Terra. Did I transmigrate into the Warhammer universe? Alvin joyfully discovered he could travel back and forth between Warhammer and the myriad worlds. So he planned to give the myriad worlds a tiny bit of Warhammer shock. The Trisolaran fleet: We didn't know, our droplet just arrived at Earth, then hundreds of two-meter-tall men shouted something about the Emperor and jumped in, then swung their blades and cut down anyone they saw! The Xenomorph: I was wrong, I never should have provoked those monsters shouting 'Waaaagh'! Umbrella: What tyrant? I want Stormtroopers! Alvin: Trading with you is giving you face, since you won't give me face, don't blame me for turning hostile. Come on, load the macrocannon, here's a heretic, extermination order!