Humanity has spent thousands of years in ignorance and darkness.

Countless soldiers rushed to the vast galaxy with loyalty and honor, and their bones were buried on alien stars.

Loyalty, betrayal, dedication, sacrifice.

——The original body of the Second Legion, who was sleeping in the temple and whose files had been deleted, opened his eyes again; what occupies the great body is the soul from the 3K era of another world.

A great legend was created from this moment on.

The roar of mankind will once again resound across the galaxy.

Weak traitors and dirty aliens will be burned to death by humanity's wrath.

Wayne, a time traveler, traveled to Nostramo in the Warhammer universe and became a powerful aristocratic capitalist. He was thinking that his life would just go on like this when the Primarch's cultivation chamber fell from the sky, smashed through Wayne's adamantine barrier, and appeared in the factory. At this time, Wayne knew that his chance to adopt the Primarch had come.

This is a story about a gear boy. Although he didn't become a space warrior, he wants to tell everyone who hasn't traveled through time: As long as we and Big Head are here, the Empire's combat effectiveness is still 99%, and humanity will still stand firm! In the name of the holy binary, loudly praise Ohm Messiah. All glory to the God of All Machines. Praise together. Praise machinery, praise steel. You are the master who casts all things, the apocalypse that destroys everything. Evaporate, burn, and cast. Steel is eternal, machinery is immortal, and the way of steel is materialism. Machinery is the truth. More is better, bigger is beautiful. Billions of turrets are your glory. Roaring engines are your sermons. (The author is not a serious person, so the story is not a serious story. ps: GW's story setting is too ridiculous. In order to make the story more rigorous and reasonable, I changed it. If you don't like it, please don't criticize)

[Explosive troops, behind the scenes, group portrait, no female protagonist, all races in the universe, protagonist first, Astartes at the beginning]

Travel through the most hopeless universe of humanity, and become a member of the hive surviving in the cracks at the bottom of the Kanda star.

As soon as I crossed over, I encountered the Bloody Hand Gang, the largest gang at the bottom of the hive, coming to collect food. What should I do if a group of ruthless executioners broke into the civilian area?

[Bang, master, don't be afraid, the barracks system has been activated for you].

[Bang, the system has opened up a space in the master's brain, which can accommodate an unlimited number of barracks].

[Bang, congratulations to the master for obtaining the thousandth Space Marine of the Greyhound Chapter, from the Salamanders of the 18th Legion in Warhammer 40K].

[Bang, congratulations to the master for obtaining a thousand Space Marines from the Ulysses Patriarch Chapter, from the Ultramarines Sub-Regiment of the 13th Legion in Warhammer 40K, along with a regiment of Krieg's Death Korps with 20 million people].

[Kuang, congratulations to the master for obtaining a thousand Soul Drinkers Space Marines from the Imperial Fist, the seventh legion of Warhammer 40K, along with a division of Storm Troopers with 300 million soldiers]

What to do when crossing the sea of ​​despair? It doesn't matter. A small trick for the legion every day.

There's an Astartes Chapter at the start? Well then I'll be the new Master of the Universe.

This is an age of humanity's resurgence! After countless trials and tribulations, a great being known as the Emperor is formally attempting to rebuild the glory of the human race. But on the other side of the material universe, the Chaos Gods have long since regarded humanity as their main course... In this dark and terrifying cosmos, the only future is war!

That is, until the soul of an ancient Terran, named Osiris, arrives in the Warhammer universe and into the body of Lycaeus. The threads of destiny begin to intertwine. Can this outsider turn the tide for a humanity whose fate is already sealed?

For now, Osiris knows nothing of this. He's staring blankly at the mining pick in his hand...

"Damn it, hasn't Corax's amniotic pod landed yet? I don't want to mine anymore!!!!" Sandman stares into the pitch-black mine and falls into a profound silence...

[Dual protagonists: a transmigrator and a native protagonist + ensemble cast + Warhammer Fantasy + Naruto + multiple worlds]

In the Warhammer Fantasy world, amidst the death crisis of Krich Kenpi, the Gutter Hoarder (the protagonist, a transmigrator), he and Quake transmigrated a second time to the Land of Rain in the Naruto world.

Quake's forces clashed with the protagonist. Fearing for his belongings, the protagonist begged Quake for mercy, offering to give him a life-extending ring that would extend his life by twenty years. Quake, persuaded by the head of one of his favorite green-skinned enemies, which was stuck in his back (according to the official novel, Quake is extremely eccentric and talks to the series of dead heads on his back, using them as his advisors), temporarily spared the protagonist. Especially since the smell and feeling here were off, and only a portion of his Red Guard remained, Quake had a very bad feeling.

The protagonist didn't immediately recognize that this was the world of Naruto, since he couldn't understand the language of this world. After learning the language of the humans in this world through magic, he heard the Land of Rain, the Land of Fire, and Konoha, and then he confirmed that he was in the world of Naruto. However, he still didn't understand why he had traveled here a second time.

However, not long after, he met the Reincarnators and gradually understood everything.

The Skavens must take their place as reincarnators, or death will be inevitable.

(Warhammer 40k, search, attack, retreat, loot the gold, run and knife the rat, snipe the rat, hoard the rat.)

After the battle between the Imperial Planetary Defense Forces and the rebels, a large number of reports were scattered across the battlefield. Li Qinwu, who possessed the search, attack, and withdrawal system, began his own land grabbing business.

The laser gun of a fallen soldier? Take it, it fired level 3 ammo.

Shell armor? Take it! It's a level 4 armor.

Wow! The explosive pistol of the fallen political commissar! It fired level 5 rounds!

The destroyed Leman Rustamsk actually yielded a large gold tank battery!

Take them all back to the Underworld hideout! Sell them to various gang contacts to exchange for building materials and upgrade the hideout.

The hideout manufactures sophisticated machine guns and high-powered batteries. Wearing six sets of power armor, it launches a fierce attack on heretics on the battlefield, increases the Emperor's favorability, and ascends to the Golden Toilet!

[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]

The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.

Who can reverse this doomed fate?

"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"

"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"

"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"

A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.

When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.

The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:

"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"

"From this day forward, I am the savior!"

"Waaaaagh!"

With the ability to obtain a random item from the universe every day, I transformed into an Astartes recruit in the Warhammer universe who was about to be transformed and killed.

At the critical moment of gene seed implantation, I drew the dog talisman from "Jackie Chan Adventures" and gained eternal life.

I thought my immortality would allow me to walk freely in this dark universe, until I saw with my own eyes that a Chaos Demon devoured an entire company of Space Marines.

The Empire sees me as a heretic, Chaos sees me as prey, and the Mechanicus wants to dismantle me for research.

Today, my system gift is a lightsaber from Star Wars, valid for 23 hours and 59 minutes.

In the distance, the Inquisitor's black ship was slowly entering the starport.

"Well," I said, tightening my grip on the hilt, "let's see whose day it is."

[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.”