Having transmigrated to a medieval-like alternate world, Su Ye, carrying a gift from Mother Earth, is determined to shatter this dark world.

Farming, development, and the liberation of the world with advanced productivity and worldview—everything went very smoothly.

Until he saw the castle opposite him actually stand up!

As the giant mech approached like a mountain, Su Ye was speechless and looked at the people around him and the little animals on her body.

Damn it, how could it be Warhammer, that cesspool!

However, Su Ye was not flustered. It was time to give these young players some of the fantasy shock of veteran players from the 2K era!

The system is initiating the redemption! Come forth, Paradox Engine! Now, time is on our side.

Regarding the upcoming Imperial Tax Bureau, Su Ye declared that paying taxes was impossible; what Empire, what Subspace—it was all a waste of time and resources.

(A hodgepodge of Stellaris, Red Alert, Halo, Transformers, Star Trek, Lobotomy Corporation, etc., and I am Cloud Hammer, I am Cloud Hammer.)

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?

That's right! It's Xiao He again! He's time-traveled again!

Bad news, the crossing point is Warhammer Katachon.

Good news, he awakened his Druid talent.

Bad news: he's being watched by all four peddlers.

Good news: He has a system and a jammer. The four peddlers and Old Man Huang can see his general location, but they can't pinpoint his exact location.

And so, completely unaware that he had spent five years surviving in the wilderness of Qatar, he unexpectedly took on the responsibility of a little kid who had fallen from the sky—the famous Conrad Coates! Yes! The very same Conrad Coates everyone was talking about! Batman~

This kid didn't go to Nasturm, but inexplicably ended up in Katachon. Who knows what the future Midnight Lord and he are...

In short, what fate awaits Coz?

Even Tzeentch couldn't understand fate, so who could?

[30k to 40k words, some semi-pseudo-scripture content, no female lead, loyalty, not a wish-fulfillment story]

Hermes: "Horus, my friend, death is not the end!"

We were never soldiers… In their eyes, we were destined to be embodiments of rage. In their eyes, we were born only for destruction. But we were his companions. We were those he trusted. We were his advisors, his craftsmen. We were a glimpse into what this species could become when properly guided and freed from the shackles of its own evil and weakness. Of course, we were also taught how to fight. He knew war was imminent. It was a necessary part of ascension, though it was destined to be impermanent. We are the guardians of the new era, and must be strong enough to ensure its safety.”

Upon traversing Warhammer 40K, Livy awakens the "Soulless" trait, becoming the most despised warp insulator in the entire galaxy.

Bearing nothingness, merging with the dead.

It uses living metal to forge a body and imprisons the Star God as its source.

Transformed into the Silver Reaper, Li Wei vows to crush the endless sea of ​​insects with forbidden power, causing countless evil gods to fall in trembling fear.

"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!"

[Warhammer + System + Decisive Killing + Infinite Evolution + No Female Lead]

"The Emperor created twenty radiant demigod Primarchs to conquer the daylight of the galaxy."

“And Makado, in order to protect that unspeakable darkness, created Wiz in the deepest part of the laboratory.”

...

Traveling through Warhammer 30,000, he becomes the most dangerous secret experiment of the Imperial Chancellor Macard, the "Prototype Zero" of the Maerorus Guild.

Wiz has no soul, no sense of pain, only a perfect killing body fused with unknown genes and yearning for flesh and blood.

And, a **[Devouring Evolution System]** from the void.

In this despairing universe filled with bombs, chainswords, and warp demons, Wiz doesn't need power armor because his skin is harder than adamantite; he doesn't need bolters because his bone spikes can pierce through Titans.

[Devour]:

Devour the Orc warlord alive—gain [Cell Regeneration] and [Infinite Strength]!

Prey on the Eldar Prophet—Gain [Time Warning] and [Faster Light Nerves]!

Chewing on the Great Demon Nurgle grants [Conceptual-level Plague Immunity] and [Immortality]!

...

At the end of the Great Crusade, the Horus Rebellion broke out, and the galaxy burned.

As the traitorous warlord Horus raised his claws, ready to kill Saint Gilles, the shadows suddenly stirred.

A claw covered in a void carapace caught Horus's heavy blow.

Wiz grinned, revealing fangs, and looked at the shocked Primarchs before him, letting out a hoarse, greedy whisper:

“Praise the Emperor… What a sumptuous buffet this is.”

[Time travel + System + Invincible protagonist + Warhammer reference + Father-son daily life + Invincible young hero]

I woke up to find myself the most miserable Primarch in the Warhammer universe, Guilliman!

At the start, the Eldar stabbed him in the neck with a knife, the Chaos Legion attacked him head-on, and his own offspring clung to a broken holy book from ten thousand years ago.

Luckily, I have the "Strongest Regent System" with me, and I merged with Regent Witrum at the start! I stopped the Thunderhawk with my bare hands, traversed warp space with my bare body, and crushed a Chaos Can with a single punch!

Abaddon: "How could he possibly be resurrected?!"

Tzeentch the Demon: "He dragged me out of warp with his bare hands!!"

Ultramariner: "Father...why are you taking out your belt?!"

Guilliman grinned: "Good boy, today Daddy will teach you what 'fatherly love is as solid as a mountain' really means!"

With all the Ultra Warriors upgraded and empowered by intelligent atoms, their offspring are all little superhumans!

The Khorne's army? Crushed! The filthy tide of corruption? Purified!

A treacherous scheme? I'll drag the real me out of the warp with my bare hands and slap him across the face!

Slaanesh is below, the Regent is above!

Guilliman shattered the Eye of Fear, grabbed the heads of the four evil gods, and threw them onto the Golden Throne: "Father, you didn't beat them hard enough or fast enough back then! This generation of Chaos—needs to be whipped with a belt!"

Transmigrating to Warhammer 30,000, Lu Heng was astonished to find that while others transmigrated to become Primarchs, Space Marines, or at best, mortal governors or Emperor's Chosen, why was he the Butcher's Nail?! Since that's the case, he decided to set a small goal: to make Khorne his own Chosen! "Angron Unit 2! Go berserk!" "Look, that's your father! Let me chop him down!" When the Emperor saw Angron expressing reluctance to remove the Butcher's Nail and frantically recommending it to his brothers, he felt that his progeny had finally gone mad! Angron retorted, "I don't know either! They just started calling me Ohm Messiah for no reason!" "Oh! I'm not a Legion Commander, I'm just Angron Unit 2." This book is also known as *Angron Operation Manual*, *Pilot and Angron Unit 2!*, and *The Gospel Nail of the New Century!*

The end is near. The power of Chaos surges through the world like a surging undercurrent, dragging the entire Warhammer world into an endless abyss of darkness. On this shattered continent, once-glorious empires crumble, once-thriving towns lie in ruins, and the people struggle for survival in fear and despair. Upon traveling through time, Yi Shi is met with the gaze of Asha. Though the former world of Ashan has been destroyed, her divine power remains. Drawing on this strength, he sets out on a quest to save this fallen world and restore its glory.