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!"

As a time traveler transported to the Warhammer 40k universe carrying high-dimensional information, could a simple death in the right manner grant him instant invincibility? Zhang Ge glanced at his laser rifle and asked his companions the name of the planet. Upon receiving the answer, "Vigilance," he exclaimed, "I've never had such a wonderful start." As a leading figure in the Imperial Guard, how could death be easy in a battle of this magnitude? Essentially, there was nothing to do, just stay in the trenches, and the enemy would find creative ways to kill you. However, when a casual touch of the laser rifle caused its machine spirit to tremble with joy, and when he seized the opportunity to poke his head out of the trench and kill a dozen heretics, and a shell slammed into the trench, sending shrapnel and shockwaves slicing through the entire platoon's position, killing thirty or forty allies besides Zhang Ge, but just avoiding him, he realized that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

The ordinary Lynn was thrust into the darkest battlefields of the Warhammer 40,000 universe.

Struggling to survive in the ruins of a hive city, a sea of ​​blood and corpses, he was forced into the Imperium's most brutal meat grinder: witnessing Cadia's shattering chaos, battling the infernal Zerg Sea of ​​Baal, wandering beneath the shadow of the Tau Empire's "Greater Good," and even encountering forbidden relics on the edge of the Eye of Terror.

Fighting bloodily for survival, he transformed from a terrified mortal into a ruthless warrior.

However, endless wars and repeated profound transformations by the Mechanicus eroded his humanity and self, pushing him to the brink of inhumanity.

Scarred and wounded, he traversed the burning galaxy, ultimately arriving at Holy Terra, humanity's last bastion.

Facing the final siege of Chaos and the impending extinction of the Golden Throne, Lynn must make the ultimate choice: using his utterly alienated existence and otherworldly soul to become the nameless fuel that sustains the Emperor and the Imperium.

This is his journey, burning himself out in eternal darkness, to become the last ember of the Imperium.

What is it like to travel to a world that is destined to be destroyed?

Lynch said he didn't want to know.

Not only did he travel to a world of despair, but he also reached the front line of resistance against demons and became cannon fodder in the bloody battle with demons, a lizard man.

Lizardman Lynch accepted this well, and the demon toad supervising the battle was satisfied with dispersing the storm of destruction above Lynch's head.

"You've been chosen, go deliver it quickly."

Lynch looked at his enemy. The Rat Man who was ready to move underground stuck out his ugly head. At a glance, there were minions of Chaos everywhere.

The dark elves executed captives on the coast, and the undead roamed the sea at will.

The ancient plan has failed and there are no allies, only enemies.

The end is near!

Wait a minute, why is there a fellow guy on the opposite side?

Lynch looked at the prince of Nurgle, invited himself to join the traveler of chaos, and raised his spear.

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Group wear, group portrait, single protagonist, war theme, main battle, cold-blooded logic, pure order side, no male-female relationship, no farming, non-human race protagonist, don’t join if you don’t like it

The story takes place in the 42k era, after the fall of Cartier and Guilliman's awakening. The protagonist's stats aren't high, but his abilities are conceptually advanced. He starts by healing the sick and saving lives at the bottom of the hive, then becomes a space firefighter. He's either in a chaotic melee or on his way to one. The quack doctor will use his miraculous healing skills to protect the Emperor's loyal subjects. If life is the Emperor's currency, then Ivers is the one who mints that currency.

Saving people is awesome! Fighting is awesome!

Bring salvation and loyalty to a distant and dark future!

My savior, the gods have chosen you to save this world! What? What world is this? This is the Warhammer universe! What? Which god summoned you? The Dark Prince Slaanesh, of course! In the name of Slaanesh, save the Warhammer universe!

Zhang Yuan wakes up to find himself drenched in acid rain from the Warhammer 40K universe. Good news: he's been picked up by a grumbling, down-on-his-luck old merchant ronin who, in his drunken stupor, has changed the name of his family's "empire's strongest financial product"—the Merchant Ronin Agreement—to Zhang Yuan's! Bad news: the Orks are here, and the old man, to cover him, charges into the Orc horde with the "Last Laugh" pistol (the real "Last Laugh"), which has a 30% misfire rate. To save a little kid, Zhang Yuan swings a lightweight alloy door panel—as light as a takeout cooler lid—at the Orks. But to the Orks, it instantly transforms into a "giant sword radiating the holy light of the Second Brother!" The more the Orks fear him, the harder he swings, carving out the title of "Emperor's Chosen" and turning the hive into "Zhang Yuan's Pleasure House" with his worshippers. Until the new planetary governor, rubbing his hands together, packaged him and his two remaining disabled brothers as a "tithing special" and sent them to the Astronomical Army. Upon boarding, the female Inquisitor, who always assigned him "suicidal" missions, unexpectedly found his exposed trade agreement—it appeared to be stained with the Emperor's old nasal blood… no, the Holy Blood Seal! Now, the Inquisitor is frantically running to verify this "noble installment contract." If valid, Zhang Yuan, whom the governor had just thrown onto the battlefield like trash, might soon return to use the Longfellow family's interstellar treasury to buy the governor's golden toilet to use as a chamber pot. "If only I had stuffed in a couple more green toes when it was buy-one-get-two-free…"—a governor, slumped in the rain, was contemplating a cosmic-level financial blunder.