Warhammer: My Night Lord strayed into the chat group

In the distant forty-first millennium, there was only war in the universe.

When the invincible Warmaster opened the Great Rift, the galaxy was split in two.

Trivekon, an ordinary midnight lord.

An ordinary Terran Astartes.

In the flames of war caused by the opening of the Great Rift, he was drawn into a special chat group by a coincidence.

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Tanjiro: “Mr. Trivikon, Chaos Demon? What is that?! Why does it look scarier than a ghost? Is it also a ghost?”

Sigma: “You have Chaos over there too?”

Gai Xiaolun: “Fuck! Brother, why do I feel that your side is worse than mine? A large group of aliens here are going to invade Blue Star!”

Toby Stark: “My friend, there is a large alien invasion on my side too.”

Anakin: “So, you just have a brutal Galactic Empire over there? Won’t the people revolt?”

Clown: “Friend, are you a big bat lover too?!”

As a pure ten-thousand-year veteran, Trivikang can only feel tired of the people in the group.