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.

Zhou Yan, a workshop technician, transmigrated into a clone of the Third Legion's Primarch, Vorgrim. "Damn it, Vorgrim, you've betrayed the working class!" "The Imperium is a corrupt empire, and the new humans are still humans... who's in favor, who's opposed!" "Some guy named Caul created a Legion of Primarch Space Marines for Guilliman... Byr, what do you think?" "Our overall strategy is to defend the Imperium's holy frontier, develop into the Imperium's dark side... sweep away the defeated Tyranid tentacles, and avoid the Necropolis of the Space Necropolis before we grow stronger... and most importantly, gather 18 Tyranid War Maidens!" After the Great Rift that tore the galaxy open, Zhou Yan led his newly formed legion to develop and grow, and the second human regime (warning: not the second Imperium) rose from the Galactic Far East!

This is the hut I built. This is the stone I meditate on. This is my bolter and chainsaw sword. I've been in this idyllic paradise for over a decade, even reaching the Qi Refining stage, and you're telling me this is a Warhammer? So the spiritual energy I breathe every day comes from the Warp?... Years later, a colossal statue stands atop Terra. Beneath the statue, they call me Regent, Godfather of the Chaos Primarch, Heart of the Dead, Terran Keeper, Ark Home Engineer, Terminator of the Second Brother, Dorak's Private Garbage Collector, Warp Landlord... "So, Your Majesty, it's rather impolite of you to be sitting while speaking to me."

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 (●'◡'●))

Expedition! Expedition!! The Great Crusade!!!

The days of humanity barely surviving under the oppression of xenos and Chaos are over. Furious, humanity is determined to recreate the glory of the Golden Age.

The grievously wounded and dying Emperor of Mankind has healed his injuries and risen to face the enemy. The Lord of the Crimson Torrent roars as he returns from the Warp.

Forward! Nothing can stop the march of our great renaissance!

Forward! The unyielding human civilization, fighting against heaven and earth, swears to restore its former glory!

Forward! Unite, and unite again! We will liberate the entire galaxy!

"I still remember those thirty years, those thirty years..." "Alright, I've had enough." Looking at the hesitant expression on the bald, handsome man's face, Lin Qi, the Regent of the Third Reich, the Left Hand of the Wolf God, Eugene Guilliman Poe's best friend, Batman's certified savior of the Empire, the Queen who can summon ten thousand Glories with a wave of her hand, the fear of Abaddon, the person who respects Butcher's Nail the most in the world, sighed helplessly. "After we've dealt with the Four Gods, if the Emperor can't send me home, I'll make him do a pole dance in front of us."

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)

Caledor - the hometown of dragons. A Warhammer player came here because he insulted the Donkey Prince and became Imric, Prince of Caledor. The ox-hide book that can travel through the world will be one of the few things he can rely on.

Diablo, Dark Souls, Mask of the Betrayer...can the power and knowledge of these worlds revive Caledor again?

In the 136th year of Finubar's coronation, in the year 2399 of the Imperial Calendar, the Battle of Fenubar Plains and the Great Holy War are about to begin.

The shadow from Naggarond and the darkness of the northern Chaos tribes are gradually shrouding Ulthuan. This time the Dragon Prince will make a different choice and let the Caledorian fire dragon flag soar in the sky.

Also known as: "The Rise of the Medieval Dragon Aotian"

This is a clash of the souls of the 2K era and the Warhammer 30K era. When Primarch Zero finds a stable soul, can the scorching essence of the Warp scorch everything? Can the Imperium overcome the conspiracy of the Four Gods during the Great Crusade? Can the Primarchs cast aside their illusions and stand together? Zerg, Orks, Eldar, Xenos, Necrons, Chaos Gods. When the Imperium finds a legitimate heir, can it stand firm in the universe? PS: Hello everyone, I am Alexander Tang, the eldest son of the Empire. Please watch the restricted short film below, the Emperor's Ascension Ceremony! Okay, I will take over the Empire from now on. Please maintain your absolute loyalty to the Imperium~! (Boltgun loaded)

Arriving in Azeroth with a Warhammer-wielding territory, only to find the Orcish War raging, with refugees everywhere and danger lurking everywhere? Seize the opportunity to develop your territory and advance your technology! Hellstorm rocket launchers incinerate the Orcs, dwarven organ cannons crush powerful enemies, and steam workshops mass-produce weapons! Transform your territory into an impregnable fortress! From then on, sweep across the land! The Alliance now has a leader; watch as this Warhammer mage leads the human army to crush the Orcish Horde, blast open the Dark Portal, and seize control of Azeroth's destiny!