Altaïr King was completely bewildered when he woke up to find himself transformed into a golden ear of corn in the Terran palace. It was common knowledge that being a member of the Imperial Guard was a high-risk profession. Especially in this dark and cruel future, the laughter of the evil gods was so piercing, and the claws of the aliens so menacing. Fate was capricious, cruel, and bloody, and he was now clad in radiant gold. He pondered whether he would end up being devoured by warp entities or roasted into popcorn by psionic energy, and then stepped out of his dark underground cell. The Imperial Guard was endangered, but not so easy to kill. Before facing his final fate, he still had a chance to begin his adventure. The burning galaxy was still far away, and the most serious problem this novice Imperial Guard now faced was—he was lost in the palace.

"I'm not asking you to remain within the Cursed's stasis barrier forever. I'm not a demon. However, the Star Sea Punishment, the ultimate solution to the remnants of hundreds of thousands of years of the War in Heaven, is to kill all intelligent life and detonate the universe. What does that mean? What's wrong with your moral sense as an intelligent being? You just spent a year becoming Planet Master, didn't you? If you keep going like this, you'll be a sector leader in ten, galactic overlord in twenty, and dark matter collector in thirty. Finally, you'll build an etheric engine to exterminate all life in the universe. As reflections of all intelligent life in this galaxy, the five of us must stop you. Seriously." Leon: "What are you talking about? Etheric Engine activated! Blow this shithole to ash!" ————————————————————...

I came to space to realize my dream, but I was fighting pirates all day long. I wanted to retreat to the second line and become an instructor, and I started fighting with the Adjuster. Then I will show you what a regular army is, what is the real Federation ace, Gundam? Please understand, the Federation Army never wins by fighting alone.

Li Lin was forcibly conscripted by the Emperor, a golden dump truck transporting him to the Siege of Terra in the 30K era, where he became a loyal mortal auxiliary soldier. At the brink of death, he awakened the [Undead War God] template. He initially thought his understanding of Warhammer would be enough to survive easily. However, this world was far more complex than he imagined. This wasn't canon, but an IF scenario, a unique pseudo-history… the Great Rebellion of Sanguielles! Li Lin: Since things have come to this, let's start killing! The future of the Empire, the fate of humanity, the safety of the galaxy—all these grand narratives are irrelevant to Li Lin. All he can do is rely on his chainsaw axe and shotgun to carve a path to survival in this cesspool of a world. His first small goal: kick the Blood God off his bronze throne! Li Lin: After all, I am!! ...

Regrets always exist in life, but what are the regrets of Warhammer 40k?

Is it the prayers of mortals before their deaths? Is it the cannon fodder of the Astra Militarum, who bravely face death? Is it the eternal war faced by the Astartes? Is it the loyalty and betrayal of the Primarchs? Is it the final psychic energy given by the hero Malcador? Or is it the Emperor clinging to the Golden Throne?

The New Year's bell of 42k blew away the great rift in the corrupt empire. The Blood Ravens waited for the Primarch to return home, and humanity began its counterattack from this moment on!

Now that the God-Emperor of Li Zhaocheng has returned, let's see how he kicks the Tau Army, punches the Eldar, hammers the Greenskins, slashes the Undead with his sword, drives out Chaos, and destroys the Zerg.

"Eliminate the aliens, recover our territory, and make humanity great again!"

(By Disciples of Tzeentch)

Now, standing before you is Peturab Rurik Kislivsky, the Supreme Tsar of all Kisliv, the Iron Tyrant of Olympia, the Primarch of the Steel Warriors of the Fourth Legion of Astartes… If, if, if Peturab had not descended upon Olympia, but instead arrived in a Russian-style world and began his conquest there, what would have happened?

"Grand Admiral Thrawn is dead..." A Chiss, Grand Admiral of the Empire, the only non-human to rise to the pinnacle of Imperial power. For years, he lay dormant in the unknown star regions, only to return with force nine years after the Battle of Yavin, reigniting the Empire's hopes of suppressing the Rebellion. But this hero was assassinated by his own personal guard, plunging the Empire once again into the brink of collapse. Now, the New Republic faces... a completely different Grand Admiral. He unites the remnants of the Empire with a ruthless hand. Past defeats have been transformed into a strategic blueprint, the chessboard for a new round of conquests already laid. The Sith Lord Palpatine, returned from the depths of death, and with his greedy minions, launched a full-scale Imperial counterattack, forcing the internally divided New Republic into retreat. Only one man sees through this apocalyptic chessboard. His name is Thrawn. He lives. His chessboard is already set. There is no forgiveness, no negotiation, no...

In the 41st millennium, my planet Cadia was rated as the most habitable planet for humans, with a birth rate that once reached a terrifying 35%. And I made an indelible contribution to this. Even the renowned mass production expert Guilliman once brought a team of experts to seek his advice. "A plant that was extinct long ago, existing only in the 2K era of ancient Terra, how is this possible?" The accompanying personnel were dumbfounded, staring at the fields of carrots and potatoes. "By the God of Machines, a lump of iron without wires or energy can move freely, and even possesses a machine soul." The Cult of Mechanics stood before the iron golem legion, their hands trembling uncontrollably. "This thing is so much better than the STC template." The priest stroked the workbench, his electronic eyes fixed on the crafting recipe. "A device similar to the Web?" Guilliman looked up at the massive Hell Gate made of obsidian, watching the interstellar cargo ships coming and going. Finally, all four of them turned to Zhou Ke and exclaimed in unison, "How did you do that?" Zhou Ke coughed, his expression serious. "These achievements are all thanks to my persistent efforts!" Then he changed the subject, "Of course, the invaluable help from Minecraft and its mods is indispensable." From single-target control to infinite water, mechanical power to iron magic, Tinker's Construct to advanced enchantments... This is the story of a Minecraft player skillfully using traits and mods to 'persecute' the entire Warhammer universe.

[Natural disaster + mass production of troops + no female lead + decisive killing + four races of heroes + savior] As usual, young Fang Yun finished a game of Warcraft III, and the water cup next to him inexplicably spilled on the keyboard. A burst of lightning illuminated the dormitory, and Fang Yun regained consciousness.

"It's over! Five hundred worlds!"

It turns out that Fang Yun has arrived in the Warhammer 40k era.

So Tzeentch! Khorne! Nurgle! Slaanesh! And that false emperor sitting high on a golden toilet!

Let the Scourge send you on your way!!!

[An incredibly satisfying and exhilarating story! Earth was perfectly fine until a massive rift tore the solar system apart, unleashing endless demons and aliens from its depths.]

Have you heard? That madman is constantly yelling about saving Terra. He's not just a madman, he shouts something about the Emperor every time he kills those green aliens.

Meanwhile, on a battlefield

Lin Feng was so excited when he saw the green-skinned orc he had been searching for that he almost cried.

For the Emperor!

waaagh!