[A Great Filial Piety] + [The Third Reich] + [Abstract Man] + [Brotherly Love] [The New Emperor's Authorized History] + [Not Chaos, But Worse Than Chaos] Under the temptation of the Four Gods, an internal struggle within the Empire - the Horus Heresy.

It is about to begin, and the fate of mankind is heading towards despair.

Until - the eleventh Primarch named Francis Crick resurrected.

Lord of Change: He is not in my plan.

Blood God: Why doesn't he even look at me.

Lord of Corruption: He is so nice!

He can drink whatever I make!

King of Debauchery: I can't stand him when I see him... Faced with something he has never seen before, Francis has only one sentence

Calixis Sector, Port Wanderer, Blind Eye Bar. "Hello, friend, come sit down. You're looking for a job?" A well-dressed man embraces you, offering you a glass of Renka brandy. "You can call me Siegel, the best Rogue Trader in the Kronos Expanse." "Do other Rogue Traders say the same thing? Friend, to survive in Port Wanderer, you must use your own judgment.

"This Warhammer shithole is so hard to clean! Those hard lumps are stuck in the pipe list. It's so annoying!"

Chen Long, who was riding the super beast and standing on the monkey version of the ether phase engine, said irritably, dozens of light seconds away!

They're all loyal when you talk about it, but they won't go when you ask. This statement perhaps best reflects the reality of the Warhammer world.

It contains so much passion and romance between men, but even more so, endless despair.

Zhou Bin, this unlucky fellow, simply joined a Warhammer 40K fan group by chance, watched a few short videos recommended by them, and, following their advice, reluctantly shouted a few words of loyalty in the group. Before he knew it, he had been transported to the world of Warhammer 40K.

He became one of the countless ordinary people in this world, and how will he struggle to survive in this universe full of malice towards humanity?

As a member of the ancient Dwarf race, how should he face the threats of Greenskins, Skaven and even the Chaos Gods, recapture the lost mountain fortress, retrieve the lost artifacts, and restore the glory of the Mountain Kingdom?

[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.

[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!