[Warhammer + Fanfic + Alternate Lore + Comedy + System]

College student Yan Yue transmigrated into the body of a Space Marine Centurion—only to discover he’s now leading the last remnants of the Luna Wolves, a legion trapped in the Warp for 10,000 years.

When their battle barge escapes the ruins of Cadia, Yan Yue and his ancient Long War veterans emerge into a galaxy gone mad:

The Imperium is rotting with corruption,

The Inquisition wants them dead,

And his "Loyalty Meter" System keeps pinging: "Bro, maybe don’t mention you served Horus?"

Armed with pre-heresy drip, two layers of PTSD, and a darkly hilarious misunderstanding aura, this accidental warlord must either:

✓ Redeem his legion’s name,

✓ Conquer the Throneworld for giggles, or

✓ Die spectacularly when the Black Templars find him.

The Emperor’s finest? More like… the galaxy’s worst book club.

Traveling to the world of Warhammer Medieval, which has been ravaged by the four evil gods and has countless Chaos Chosen, is undoubtedly the most tragic world besides the Warhammer 40,000 world!

Fortunately...

[Farming and Development] [War and Plunder] [Interdimensional Invasion]

waaagh!

Traverse a world teeming with gods, wielding the war dragon banner, and grow stronger with every fight! Even the timid mushroom man can evolve into a gigantic orc!

Orc boy—Brutal Orc—Dark Orc—Big Orc—Orc Warlord, born and raised in the land, delighted by war!

More numerous than swarms of insects, stronger than dragons, and armed with weapons more powerful than dwarves, let the green tide engulf the world! waaagh!

(Warhammer 40k, search, attack, retreat, loot the gold, run and knife the rat, snipe the rat, hoard the rat.)

After the battle between the Imperial Planetary Defense Forces and the rebels, a large number of reports were scattered across the battlefield. Li Qinwu, who possessed the search, attack, and withdrawal system, began his own land grabbing business.

The laser gun of a fallen soldier? Take it, it fired level 3 ammo.

Shell armor? Take it! It's a level 4 armor.

Wow! The explosive pistol of the fallen political commissar! It fired level 5 rounds!

The destroyed Leman Rustamsk actually yielded a large gold tank battery!

Take them all back to the Underworld hideout! Sell them to various gang contacts to exchange for building materials and upgrade the hideout.

The hideout manufactures sophisticated machine guns and high-powered batteries. Wearing six sets of power armor, it launches a fierce attack on heretics on the battlefield, increases the Emperor's favorability, and ascends to the Golden Toilet!

"I still remember those thirty years, those thirty years..." "Alright, I've had enough." Looking at the hesitant expression on the bald, handsome man's face, Lin Qi, the Regent of the Third Reich, the Left Hand of the Wolf God, Eugene Guilliman Poe's best friend, Batman's certified savior of the Empire, the Queen who can summon ten thousand Glories with a wave of her hand, the fear of Abaddon, the person who respects Butcher's Nail the most in the world, sighed helplessly. "After we've dealt with the Four Gods, if the Emperor can't send me home, I'll make him do a pole dance in front of us."

A college student who is fascinated by the military accidentally travels to the world of Warhammer 40K and becomes a Space Marine. Without a system and without the guidance of a thousand-year-old monster, how will he survive? As a proletarian materialist fighter, after becoming the commander of a regiment by accident, how will he let the red torrent sweep across the entire galaxy? The greenskins, the Necrons, the Eldar, the Tyranids, Chaos, the aliens, humanity is in danger, how will he bring an end to humanity's enemies? Yi Zhiqing presents the magnificent life of Astartes with all his heart.

[This is a lighthearted, humorous, non-violent, non-female-lead, system-based, and villainous story. Read with confidence!]

On Earth, Li Hua, an ordinary college student who loves the Warhammer universe, is unexpectedly transported to the Warhammer 40K universe by sheer luck (on a physical level), born as an ordinary green-skinned orc boy. To survive, with the help of a system and his knowledge of the Warhammer universe, Li Hua gradually grows into a powerful green-skinned mastermind who unifies the planet. He is later recruited by Mag Uruk Sarak, the Bonecrusher, thus beginning a massive, galactic-shattering conflict!

About Warhammer 40k and My World:

A 3k unlucky guy who was dragged to 40k by Barou: I am really a loyalist, but my loyalty is not to the psychic Barou, nor to the decadent and declining human empire, which is not worthy of representing humanity! Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat, for the greater good, Whaaaagh!!

On the eighteenth year after coming to the country, Aaron finally remembered the fact that he was a time traveler.

Something was wrong with him.

There was no lovely sister who awakened to kill the Son of God, no emperor on a golden toilet appeared to recognize him as his son, and no one met a group of witches who were being persecuted and in need of rescue.

Even though he has average qualifications, he is faced with the fact that he is the last generation of this family.

It would be great if I could find a job that allowed me to summon creatures using cards.

Fortunately, fate did not abandon him.

The four amiable, kind-hearted and beautiful gods decided to choose him as their representative.

Then, the goal is to put on the Chaos Crown and play cards with these four good brothers!

[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]

The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.

Who can reverse this doomed fate?

"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"

"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"

"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"

A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.

When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.

The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:

"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"

"From this day forward, I am the savior!"

"Waaaaagh!"