"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!" ————————————————————...
[Warhammer 40,000: The Merchant Ronin Fanfiction] [No System] [Loyal and Unorthodox] [Harem] [Growth] [Multiple Perspectives] [Entire Group]
When Wang Yunfei, a seriously ill patient, closed his eyes, he woke up in the world of Warhammer 40K.
This is a hive world not far from the Colonus Expansion Zone in the Calissis Star Sector of the Hazy Starfield. The original owner of the noble family, a transmigrator, is surprised to find that he has become the experimental subject of a certain wandering technological heretic.
Having passed the forbidden ritual, he gained a witty personality and the ability to genetically mimic others. But his immediate priority is to escape from the clutches of the motorgirl and then get on board the ship of the merchant ronin, Theodora, to take up his post.
[Claude Frye is also Cloud Fly, Brother Yunfei, how have you been? King, Little Wang... uh, Jin, right... not bad either.]
Wait, why does your surname end with Von Valancius?
[Act first, report later—it's an imperial decree, so what? What the chartered captain can handle, I'll handle; what he can't, I'll handle even more.]
【Ageta, no, Brother Jie, could you possibly make an exception for this alien technology matter?】
【Eh, I really don't know this, explain... a Szalak-brand space necromancer command vehicle! Jai, you're my Jai-ge!】
【Oh, so you like SM too ❤ No, I meant Space Marine, what are you talking about?】
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!! ...
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?
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.