Aaron, living in 600 BCE, felt his father was an inadequate father, a mere biological father, and had driven his mother away. That is until he began encountering demigods in his dreams, seeking their father, who called him brother. So, had the old man cheated? Aaron was furious, determined to avenge his mother. But his brothers addressed him so affectionately, asking for things their father had used—relics, so to speak, to slay demons. He gave his father's pillow to Guilliman, his carved clay tablets to Lorgar, his hunting spear to the Lion, his donkey to Jaghatai... Wait, Horus, what do you want? Your father's clothes? In the 42nd Millennium, all the Primarchs broke free from the river of time, liberating the very essence of the Warp and freeing themselves from the constraints of loyalty and betrayal...

In the 40th millennium, humanity teeters on the brink of destruction, and the universe pervades with eternal war. Within the Warp, the Dark Gods whisper, engaging in their never-ending grand game, manipulating the course of fate. The unexpected arrival of a stranger unleashes a wave of change that deviates from the predetermined destiny. Doom Slayer! May your sword drink the blood of your enemies, and may your name resound throughout the universe.

[Warhammer 30,000 + Primarch + Minecraft mod + Multiverse + Fantasy Tokusatsu (Super Sentai + Kamen Rider + Ultraman + Armor Hero) + Gundam + No conspiracy theories (only the Chaos God is the bad guy)]

My name is Ying Tianyi, a naturally transmigrated being. Ever since I woke up in my rented room to find myself in the Middle Ages, I've been bound to Minecraft. Through my relentless efforts—farming, building armies, expanding my territory, and gaining experience points through all sorts of bizarre methods to unlock mods—I finally made this damned Middle Ages bright and prosperous, evolving into the interstellar age. When establishing my nation, I jokingly named it the Galactic Human Federation. But can anyone tell me? What is this strange capsule? And what the hell is this demon? And this big yellow guy? You call yourself my father and the Emperor? And I'm the Second Primarch? Are you kidding me?

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My name is Emperor, the Supreme Ruler of Humanity. Due to the machinations of those damned Chaos Gods, my 20 genetic offspring were scattered across the galaxy. Fortunately, my powerful psychic abilities allowed me to successfully retrieve the Sixteenth Primarch, Horus, and the Sixth Primarch, Leman Russ. Through my relentless efforts, I finally located the Second Primarch. But can anyone tell me why my sons' faction seems to have more advanced technology than mine?

The good news is he agreed to go on the expedition with me. But isn't this guy a bit of a womanizer? Whatever. Those other guys don't seem to be dating anyone anyway. I can use this guy as an excuse to pressure him into marriage.

Brothers: Father, don't come any closer!

The protagonist Leon travels to the dark universe of Warhammer 40,000 and possesses the body of a dying Imperial soldier, Kane. In desperation, he activates the "Red Alert" system and obtains an MCV (Main Base Vehicle) that can be deployed into a base.

However, the initial units provided by the Red Alert system (such as Conscripts, GIs, and Grizzly Tanks) are vulnerable to Space Marines, Tyranids, and Chaos Daemons. In order to survive and thrive, Kane must utilize the unique advantages of the Red Alert system:

1. Asymmetric Warfare: Utilize Red Alert's rapid deployment, low-cost mass troop growth, and subterfuge tactics (such as engineer occupation and spy infiltration) to counter technologically superior enemies.

2. Core Advantage—Tiberium Crystals: The crystal seedlings provided by the system absorb the energy of the Warp and grow. Their radiation can purify and hinder the corruption of Chaos on a large scale, transforming desolate and deadly areas into "purification zones" and resource production areas. This "pure land" will become the foundation of his foothold in the dark universe.

3. Capture and Replication: The core feature. While Kane can't independently develop 40th-century technology, he can use his Psychic Control to capture enemy units (from Ork lads to Starships) and mass-produce them in a Replication Center. This allows him to continuously "copy" and absorb enemy technology, gradually expanding his own army. From replicating Orks and Tyranids to analyzing Imperial tanks and Space Marine power armor, he ultimately builds a powerful army that blends Red Alert's advanced technology with the might of 40th-century forces.

4. Strategic deterrence with superweapons: unlimited nuclear bombs, lightning storms, iron curtains, and teleportation

A lucky yet unlucky guy traveled through time. Fortunately, he became the god that countless people longed for but could not obtain, and also gained eternal life. He named himself [Bit], the god of information and data.

Unfortunately, the place he traveled through was the Warp of Warhammer 40K, where a powerful being could come along and kick him to death as a curb at any moment.

In order to survive, he had to summon players from his hometown and incite war to produce information.

Countless years later, he looked at the [Player Cursed Legion] that started from one planet and gradually grew stronger, and suddenly an idea occurred to him: maybe he could take the position of the patron saint of mankind?

Far away on Holy Terra, the Emperor was overjoyed upon hearing this and immediately stood up from the Golden Throne: "Brother, please take a seat!"

[No romantic pairing + a comprehensive overview of the universe + no main character + a shocking spectacle across all realms + a chaotic hodgepodge]

The celestial canopy descended upon all realms, causing all the heavens to tremble!

Warhammer 40,000: The Imperium of Man is dying in the Galactic Blood War, the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne in vain, Primarchs betray him one after another, and the Chaos God whispers! Loyalty and betrayal weave a tragic epic!

Lord of Mysteries: In the mist-shrouded steam age, mortals pilgrimage to godhood by consuming potions! The struggle for the order of things twists madly, the Great Old Ones awaken silently, and the countdown to the apocalypse has begun!

Mysterious Resurgence: Ghosts and monsters have resurfaced globally, and vengeful spirits have brought a new rule of killing! Mortals fight ghosts with ghosts, harnessing evil spirits to seek a glimmer of hope! Who are the ghosts? Who are the humans? Despair spreads across the globe!

The audience across countless worlds went completely mad: "A world even more sanity-destroying than Warhammer has appeared!" "The potion pathway is more terrifying than Chaos Corruption!" "The Ghostly Rule System is unsolvable? Can the Bolt Gun solve it?" "These worlds are more insane and desperate than the last!"

When the Astartes of Warhammer encounter the mysterious Sequence Path... When the Emperor of the Golden Throne gazes upon the mysteriously resurrected vengeful spirit... Who will be the darkest and most despairing world in the universe?