"What did you say?" Abaddon exclaimed, both shocked and furious. "We've been boarded?! And by a bunch of mortals?!"

“Yes, sir.” A Chaos Space Marine wiped the cold sweat from his brow. “They are too strange. If we don’t send reinforcements soon, our defenses will be breached! Sir, I suggest you evacuate first…”

"Shut up!" Abaddon roared. "Who are we? We are the Black Legion! We have launched thirteen expeditions, each one dealing a fatal blow to the Empire! We are the Empire's eternal nightmare! And now, are we to retreat before a few mortals?"

"Assemble the troops immediately! I will make those arrogant bastards die here! Let the Empire know that we..."

"Bang!" "Rip rip rip!!!" "Boom!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge ceiling collapsed, and on it, the corpses of Space Marines were piled up like mountains. On the mountaintop, several figures, bathed in the aura of blood, looked down.

Under Abaddon's shocked gaze, a man carrying a halberd looked around at him and said, "You're Abaddon, aren't you?"

"In the name of humanity, we bring you to trial, traitor!"

At the end of the Terran Unification Wars, the God-Emperor's offspring was cast across the galaxy by a Warp storm. The Emperor's Great Crusade unfolded across the galaxy under the watchful eyes of the Four Gods, foreshadowing the future of humanity. For unknown reasons, an alien soul arrived in Warhammer, becoming the Clown Primarch, Mortarion.

This is a world of elves, magic, machines, and gods. This is the world of Warhammer 40,000. As a lucky transmigrator, he is the heir to a kingdom, but at the same time, he is the expensive currency of the Old Man, a Primarch with the essence of the Warp.

Now his old man Huang has arrived.

In the distant 41st millennium, countless races clashed within the galaxy. The ravenous Devourer had extended its tentacles here, the former galactic overlords were gradually awakening, and the whispers from the warp grew ever stronger. Lin Yuan, by accident, arrived in this cesspool-like universe. Watching the heroes and warriors battling it out in the galaxy, he was filled with despair. "I was just joking, I really didn't intend to serve the Emperor." Good news: Lin Yuan acquired a system. Bad news: He resurrected in the Undercity, and the first thing the system summoned was the Zerg from StarCraft II... Lin Yuan looked at the Zerglings and cockroaches hopping around him, and the Xenomorphs circling above his head, his despair deepening. "Damn it, is this really not Tzeentch's blessing?!"

Would you like to see a sea of ​​flowers in full bloom?

In the kingdom of the goddess of night, eternal flowers bloom; she is a relic of antiquity.

"Because that is the earliest sprout of my humanity, that's why I choose you."

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"bug".

The syllables his father gave him when he named him.

Praise mistakes.

...But when his father named him this, did he really feel a sense of praise for "mistake"?

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Light is the meaning of everything.

So life, ah, is bitter as a song.

"Go and push open that door."

"Welcome to the place promised by God..."

"A World of Light".

——

"I did not betray Silver City!"

The Hanged Man signifies sacrifice.

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"As long as you open the door for me when the time comes."

"Don't save me! Don't save me!"

The door opened, and the wrong person stood in front of it.

The former King of Angels retreated back into darkness without even seeing the day.

"……good."

——

The emperor's eldest daughter could recreate the fairy tale, but when the fairy tale actually came true, she saw someone sitting on a high throne.

"Seal me."

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"A happy ending would be for all the bad guys to die. Including you... and me too."

The witch smiled and wrote the ending of the story with ink stained with filthy darkness.

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The ball has begun.

A man with a slightly receding hairline danced the opening dance with a psychic wearing glamorous makeup.

Old friends reunited and raised their glasses in celebration.

"There is no madness here."

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"justice."

"I choose justice."

This is what Backlund's most dazzling gem says.

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"He is the Lord's wrath."

Waiting for the day when the war will be over

[Multiverse + Extraordinary Evolution + Cutting-Edge Technology] Zhou Ze transmigrates to the Marvel Universe, starting as a Hydra experimental subject! He is fortunate to receive a gift from the void, activating the talent [Infinite Forge]! In [Multiverse Marvel], he forges the [Infinite Serum], creating the foundation for his extraordinary abilities! In [Edge of Tomorrow], he bathes in the [Blood of Time], seizing the mark of reincarnation! In [Cyberpunk], he deciphers the [Mind Code], gaining insight into the virtual ocean! In the [Three-Body Universe], he captures the [Sophon and the Droplet], gaining control of a cosmic warship! In [Godzilla], he devours the [Life Source Core], hatching a demon god's minions! Zhou Ze traverses countless worlds, rising from a mayfly to transcendence, step by step towards eternal immortality! ----------------- Main World: Undetermined Other Worlds: Resident Evil, Terminator, Edge of Tomorrow, Cobra, Eternal...

Transcending into the Warhammer world. The Middle Ages are a chaotic wasteland, with the shadow of eternal destruction looming over all timelines. The end is nigh, and the grand game of the Chaos Gods unfolds in the Middle Ages. Carrying a simulator, when faced with the choice between becoming Primal Chaos and the Watchers of Order, will you destroy or save the world? In the 40th millennium of Warhammer, endless war engulfs the entire galaxy. The Emperor is long gone, buried on the Golden Throne. The Astragalus and Astartes have paid a heavy price; even the Primarch's return cannot halt the Imperium's despair. The edifice is crumbling, and the Dark Lord is about to rise from the throne. A decisive outcome will change everything, ensuring humanity's glory endures. Conquer or destroy the Xenomorphs, only in the name of Primal Chaos, in the sight of the gods.

A seemingly calm but inwardly sarcastic modern elite, while complaining and building infrastructure in the Warhammer cesspool, ultimately uses Eastern metaphysics to combat the warp and pave a new path for humanity.

Once you enter the Star Wars universe, there's no turning back. Here, there is only war… war never changes, even in the distant galaxy. The glory of the Republic has long since faded, the wisdom of the Jedi drowned in intrigue and war. The old order is crumbling, and the new order… is built upon the corpses of replicant armies and droids. Solo is not the chosen one, just a history student, just an ordinary Jedi Knight who died on Geonosis. There is no time for hesitation, no chance for retreat. The replicant war has begun, and the fate of the galaxy is plummeting into the abyss. "All fear stems from insufficient firepower." "If the so-called 'hero' is merely another name for a pawn, then I will be the one to overturn the chessboard!" So… let the war begin! From Geonosis to Coruscant… spreading throughout the entire galaxy. Let the starships…

Chen Xing: Hey everyone, I really want to play Stellaris, but seeing aliens makes me nauseous. Is it still possible to get into it? Emperor: Yes, bro, you can! ---------------------------------- (ps: This story is based on the author's personal experience, with just a little embellishment (●'◡'●))