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!

"I think humans are actually quite complicated. When I first drove those evil gods back to the warp, many people supported me. Later, they said that I was looking too high and too far, and that I could stop and rest for a while. Many of my defeated opponents said that even if I defeated all opponents and enemies, whether tangible or intangible, I would eventually be defeated by time.

But it doesn't matter, time will prove me right."

Humans have been dragged down by monsters and demons since the First Crusade, and history, this fully-insured semi-trailer, has been running rampant ever since

." You mean, everything in heaven and hell is evil gods of the warp, so why not go on the field yourself? "

What should Neos do in the face of this group of diehard psychic lunatics on the stake? Only:

"Okay, listen up heretics,

wait until I become emperor, I will formulate a new burning method!

Those who believe in evil gods will be burned

, those who use faith to cheat people of their wealth will be burned , and

those who do not believe in humanity will be burned."

"Are you human?"

"I'm not a god! You will go to the stake too!"

"Damn it, you tyrant, what's the difference between you and our church!"

"Oh my God, gentlemen! This diehard actually realized his sins, he can't be burned, he must be pulled out as an example - hang him up and whip him with a copper-headed leather belt!"

Near the Ghoul Sector in the northeastern part of the Milky Way, a Primarch Incubation Chamber crashed onto the planet Nostramore, a world of perpetual night. Conrad Kotz emerged from the dark crater onto the surface, arriving in the world of perpetual night. A destined fate of terror and darkness, an inescapable destiny of death! A slave to fate! The protagonist, Conrad Kotz, after a fragmented experience, witnesses a slight shift in his destiny, experiencing a rebirth from darkness to light, changing the world of perpetual night, rising like the sun!

A brief summary: A reality warper from the Foundation world is recruited by yellow-haired weasels and transported to the Warhammer universe, embarking on a journey to save humanity. ——— Roan stroked his chin, looking at the handsome young man before him with tanned skin, long black hair, and a golden laurel wreath. "...You mean you're going to take me away from this world to a new universe to start a new life?" "That's right, that universe is wonderful, a fantasy world where humans, elves, orcs, undead, demons, and many other races coexist." My requirements are simple. As the hero I've chosen, you only need to help humanity defeat the demons and the evil god behind them. "I believe this task won't be difficult for a reality warper who can manipulate reality at will, almost to the point of wish fulfillment..."

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.

A virtual reality game based on the Warhammer Universe, boasting a high degree of freedom and incorporating multiple well-known IPs, has become a viral sensation online. Dutch, drawn by its popularity, has also become a player. Little does he know, the game has just begun, and he has already been transported to the real Warhammer Universe, becoming the sole player. Guilliman: Dutch is an excellent warrior, but he doesn't like to listen to people. Every time I give him a mission, he skips it. Talassien: I'm curious how he manages to break stars into blocks. Tau: For that guy, physics doesn't exist. Khorne: That bastard built a giant pillar, saying he'd use it to break me. Nurgle: He kidnapped my children, washed them clean, and that humiliation fills me with grief and anger. Tzeentch: All changes are part of destiny, but that bastard shattered destiny. Slaanesh: Actually, I've already corrupted Dutch, but I dare not tell him. ...Dutch: Forgot the beginning, forgot the end, anyway, let the warp burn. Emperor: Support, 666.

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!! ...

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.