Xie Yong, a poor wage earner, woke up from a sleep and found himself in prison, but this was not an ordinary prison... As for why it was different, he didn't understand, because he was just an Ogryn. Yes, it was the legal sub-human Ogryn designated by the Ministry of Military Affairs. At the same time, it was also a coin with a slightly larger denomination in the hands of the Emperor of Mankind. Although he was imprisoned, fortunately he still had a system in his head. He just wanted me, an Ogryn, to understand the system's prompts? ! Hahaha, why not let Tzeentch teach me to count to 9? What? I can really count to 9! Hey! System, this mission is over

The sage of the Mechanic Church, Exis.Σ.Σ.Lu (Lu for short), transmigrated to a "terrifying" place. Here, humans worship psychic energy and call the practice of cultivating it "cultivation of immortality." Here, a strange, demonic voice calling itself "System" whispers in Lu's ear from time to time. Here, there are also powerful psychic entities comparable to spatial gods and demons. How corrupt, how terrifying! But… the Great Sage is never afraid. The Great Sage is always thirsty for knowledge. This is a good opportunity to observe psychic energy and research countermeasures. Perhaps, he can even find his way home. As for joining? Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Great Sage, following Om Messiah and believing in science…

[30k to 40k, some semi-apocryphal content, no female protagonist, loyalty, not a "wish fulfillment" story]"

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

"We were never soldiers... In their eyes, we were made to be the personification of rage. In their eyes, we must exist only for destruction. But we were once his companions. We were the ones he trusted. We were his advisors, his artisans. We were a glimpse of what this species could become if guided correctly, freed from its own malice and weakness. Of course, we were also taught how to fight. He knew that war was coming. It was a necessary step for ascension.

In the Warhammer 40K universe at the end of the 41st millennium, the Imperium of Man is decaying and fragmented, its sectors are fragmented, the infiltration of Chaos forces is intensifying, the Tyranids' devouring fleets are approaching the borders of the Imperium, the Necromancer tombs are awakening one by one, and the Orks are still waging wars throughout the galaxy. The entire galaxy is shrouded in the heavy shadow of "the enemy of mankind".

The protagonist, Lin Yuan, comes from Earth in the 21st century. Due to an accident, he is caught in the warp turbulence and travels to the Cadian star system on the border of the Empire. His cheat ability, "Psionic Creation," is deeply bound to the psionic system of the Warhammer universe, but he also faces the fatal risk of being corrupted by chaos due to the erosion of the warp.

Lanzhus: "The stain of chaos will never disappear, Company Commander Titus. As the cleric of the new chapter, I will be watching you closely!" Titus didn't respond immediately, but turned to look at the other members of the new chapter. There was the Qinmu Chapter Commander, with a kitchen knife at his waist and a homemade gun made from a water pipe, the one with the highest proportion of human beings likely being a perennial veteran. There was the Tyranid Insect, convinced he was an apothecary and dedicated to healing the wounded. There was the traitor who worshipped the Emperor and served as the new chapter's think tank curator. There was the unconventional technocrat who shouted "Long live Omnisaya!"—a space necromancer who firmly believed he was human. There was the peace-loving green-skinned orc who enjoyed farming and construction. ...We are all different, but we are all truly human!

In the distant 40th millennium

The dream of humanity's golden age has vanished like a wisp of smoke.

A unique era has arrived, and this weak "god" merges with an outsider who was unexpectedly drawn into the conflict.

The combination of the two of them is actually that they're afraid of dying?

And silence and death—that is the Krieg Death Legion.

An intern political commissar was "lucky" enough to be promoted to a full-fledged position in this corps.

The political commissar, who was afraid of death, made up his mind to live.

However... his impression of the Death Legion was not as the rumors suggested.

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(A mix of sweetness and heartbreak, focusing solely on pure love)

War, war, war, endless war.

Khorne cares not for intrigue or loyalty, but only for endless violence and the art of war. A brilliant massacre where the few triumph over the many, a valiant charge against a powerful foe, is more likely to earn the Blood God's favor and blessings—for example, weapons igniting with an inextinguishable demonic fire, or bodies growing larger. Conversely, avoidance, cowardice, or the use of "dishonorable" means may lead to the loss of power or even being devoured by one's own comrades.

When you wake up from your sleep to find yourself in a damp, dark, muddy trench, surrounded by soldiers trembling and praying, clutching crosses. —"The Second Battle of Ypres? No problem, just put on your gas mask, you'll survive!" —"The Somme? We can only leave our fate to God." —"Is it the Verdun meat grinder? Oh well, God's useless now, dying is just a fresh start." —"Wait, what does it mean that Duke Constantine led the last of the New Antiochian Knights to resist the attack of the demonic army from hell? What the hell timeline did this put me in?"... In 1099, the Crusades conquered Jerusalem, inadvertently opening the gates of hell. From that moment on, the timeline changed, and human civilization entered a thousand-year dark age of fighting against the demonic army of hell. And Liston, who traveled to this timeline, was clearly a doctor saving lives, but...

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?

Arthur Thorne rose from his throne of brass, corpses, and pipes, donning a crown forged from alchemy, steam, and blood, and taking up the scythe entwined with fate. He looked up. The twinkling stars in the sky were all enemies. But before that... Arthur Thorne, newly transported, faced a grave problem: how to hollow out his body and survive when alchemy, medicine, and conventional supernatural powers proved ineffective.