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.

"First, I beseech Holy King Guilliman! Second, I beseech Les to possess me! Third, I beseech Grand Marshal Leon! May the Emperor manifest and sweep away the evil spirits! May my left shoulder be benevolent and righteous! May my right shoulder be righteous and benevolent! May the treacherous and horrible aid me! May the false emperor, the great villain, be annihilated!" Looking at the weak human before him, babbling incoherently before the two armies, his eyes rolling back and his body convulsing, an aura of unspeakable loyalty emanated from this human and spread throughout the battlefield. The onlookers, from powerful demon lords to imperial auxiliary soldiers and accompanying priests, all involuntarily took three steps back, their faces showing simultaneous terror. "I told you! These warlock cultists are pathetic!" Li Lian, who himself didn't know what had possessed him this time, gave a smug smile to the restless archbishop not far away. "See that? This is the mysterious power from the East!" "Alas! Your Excellency the Archbishop, and that incredibly strong Governor possessed by the Demon Prince! Don't run away!"

This time, the emperor was no longer alone. At the beginning of the emperor's birth, he was born alongside the mortal parents who adopted him.

Although he was not omniscient and omnipotent, his knowledge was far inferior to that of the emperor.

However, he possesses power and psychic abilities even greater than those of the Emperor.

If humanity gains another human with power comparable to an evil god, as strong as the strongest star gods, will humanity ultimately change?

Note: The author is Yun Chui. If there are any issues with the setting, you can remind me or simply ignore them. The main point is to have fun.

After the failure of the Horus Heresy, the Chaos Legions retreated into the Eye of Terror. Among them, the Iron Warriors Legion's quickly raised troops, Peter and his brothers, broke away from the Legion and formed their own warband, the "Forged in Steel" Brothers.

"We are no longer 'hasty recruits,' no longer expendable, no longer Iron Warriors, no longer slaves to Perturabo. We are now the 'Forged in Steel' Brothers."

"And this is my battle axe, 'The Blood of Crassus.' The Blood of Crassus will have its vengeance.

The protagonist, Ling Ji, was a lowly slave in a primitive civilization in his previous life. In that cruel world of cannibalism, he witnessed his fellow citizens being treated as food by the powerful and playthings by alien forces. He suppressed his humble longing for warmth and, with his extreme cunning and ruthless methods, meticulously planned and destroyed half of the primitive civilization's world—a "liberation" he offered to his suffering compatriots, and the grandest art in his eyes. His only regret was failing to drag the other half of the world into annihilation. A gift (or malice) from an unknown entity led him to be reborn in the 41st millennium of the Holy Empire of Humanity, reduced to a serf in the Nest Capital. The decay, brutality, and cannibalistic nature of this world are exactly the same as in his previous life. What will Ling Ji choose to do now?

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?!"

A mortal was chosen by the Ultramarines and underwent nineteen genetic modifications to become a Space Marine. Since then, he and his team have faced the Tyranids, the Green Orcs, fought against the evil god Slaanesh, eliminated the rebels, and forged brotherhood and glory in the brutal war.

Blue, wearing these familiar gadgets, stood on the streets of 2025. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, spilling onto the asphalt, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee and bread. He didn't know why he'd arrived here in 2077, but the beauty of this world, free of nuclear wastewater, synthetic food capsules, and cyberpsychopaths, filled him with a trance. The city of fifty-three years ago was still vibrant, its people's faces still reflecting genuine emotions. Since he couldn't go back, he'd return to his old ways. In this age before technology, he remained the middleman treading the fine line between right and wrong: connecting people, resolving problems for clients, and even creating them when necessary. After all, no matter where...

People can only focus on one thing, but Han Yang can use it on all things, hundreds of millions of things!

Because Han Yang has a CPU in his head, it can be upgraded. The more advanced the CPU and the higher the computing power, the stronger Han Yang's capabilities will be.

He alone can control a billion robots to develop a planet, build a huge industrial system by himself, produce 100,000 interstellar battleships and launch a huge cosmic war.

Han Yang alone is a civilization.