Zhou Yan, a workshop technician, transmigrated into a clone of the Third Legion's Primarch, Vorgrim. "Damn it, Vorgrim, you've betrayed the working class!" "The Imperium is a corrupt empire, and the new humans are still humans... who's in favor, who's opposed!" "Some guy named Caul created a Legion of Primarch Space Marines for Guilliman... Byr, what do you think?" "Our overall strategy is to defend the Imperium's holy frontier, develop into the Imperium's dark side... sweep away the defeated Tyranid tentacles, and avoid the Necropolis of the Space Necropolis before we grow stronger... and most importantly, gather 18 Tyranid War Maidens!" After the Great Rift that tore the galaxy open, Zhou Yan led his newly formed legion to develop and grow, and the second human regime (warning: not the second Imperium) rose from the Galactic Far East!

[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!"

Being an Astartes isn't all about fighting and killing. To run a successful Chapter, one must also be worldly-wise and empathetic. Prejudices are as heavy as a mountain. Yet, the outside world's stereotypes about the Warhammer universe are always right. How can we build the Imperium of Mankind with these insects? We must build the Imperium of Mankind with these insects! From recruit to Chapter Master, a Space Marine will never admit to partial brain necrosis. Yet, from the Emperor to the Four Gods, the mighty powers of the Warp always want to make life easy for everyone. The holy God-Emperor once declared that he was not a god. Kaz Samar expressed complete indifference to the human gods' insistence on saying he wasn't a god. He kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes, I bow when I'm due, I kneel when I'm due." After centuries of hard work, Kaz finally became Chapter Master and was at his desk, writing his memoirs, attempting to record his eventful life for the Imperium. Then, a brash recruit barged into his room. "Chapter Master, promethium is half price in the next sector!" Alas, even the Imperium's demigods can't escape the chores of food, clothing, and daily necessities. He put down his personal memoirs and pulled out his chapter account book. Is there much in the bank? Not much.

This is a medieval fantasy novel about a pioneering lord. It has all the fantasy elements you could want...

Kill enemy upgrade system + insect nest explosion + intelligence flow

[Western Fantasy] [Noble Lord] [Fighting Magic] [Dragon and Knight] [Plane War] [Vampire Werewolf] [Decisive Killing without Saintly Virtue] [Slow-burn Farming] [Killing System] [Pseudo DND + Pseudo Cthulhu]

The plane war has begun, and the era of conflict is coming.

Dragons are roaring, demons are howling, new gods are rising, and old gods are falling.

"The nations of the continent call me the Gravedigger of the Kingdom, the Holy See calls me the Blasphemer, the demons of the Abyss call me the Executioner, and the gods of other planes call me the Plunderer.

But why are my knights and subjects singing praises of me as the most generous, kind, and secure lord they have ever met?"

"Actually, I don't like war. I'm just using it to build a piece of land that belongs to me."

I walked forward in the darkness, and finally forged the Iron Throne with blood and bones to rule over everything.

I want you to understand that the so-called gods are nothing more than more powerful life forms. As for that ridiculous justice, only the victors are qualified to write it!

From the Lord of Purgatory to the Throne of Glory!

——King of Slaughter, Lord of the Continent - Zeda Wales War Quotes

The introduction is weak, please move to the main text.

The early stages are slow to warm up, mainly because the worldview is large and there is a lot of foreshadowing.

It's not brainless, it doesn't lower the intelligence, and it doesn't torture the protagonist. It's all about the process of a protagonist slowly rising up and conquering the continent.

"General, want to rent a monster? All Godzilla cubs are 20% off! We support custom orders of space dinosaurs, Mechagodzilla, and Unit-01 (fakes). Big orders, big discounts!"

Chen Shan traveled through the Pacific Rim world where monsters were rampant, only to find that he had become the most outrageous arms dealer - the owner of the Monster Editor!

What kind of mecha is fighting monsters? Too LOW! Chen Shan’s solution is: rent monsters and fight them!

With the god-level Creation Beast System in hand, from classic Godzilla to the space dinosaur Hyperzetton, from Mechanical Ghidorah to the stitched version of EVA Unit-01 (appearance limited edition)... as long as the money is in place, customizing monsters is no longer a dream!

Godzilla is just the beginning! Chen Shan's editor can create any monster you can imagine (or dare not imagine)! Attribute points? Skill customization? Appearance customization? It's all available! Build your own monster army and subvert the rules of the battlefield!

Grand Opening Sale! First order of Godzilla Cub special price 3 billion! Large quantity? Bigger discount! EVA color? Just add money! Mecha? Pre-order now!

Kangaroo Nation: Has Dragon Nation gone crazy? Selling off Class A mechas as scrap metal!

America: The Great Wall of Steel has been demolished? What's happening to the Dragon Country's coastline?

Maple Leaf Country: Holy crap! The Dragon Country coastline is full of monsters having a party!

Neon Country: Wait! Why are the monsters from Dragon Country...fighting with monsters from the Pacific Ocean?!

When the military leaders discovered that the mysterious "Monster Merchant" was actually their own rebellious grandson, and that he had just stuffed a fire-breathing Godzilla cub into a suitcase for "shipment"... the world was completely torn apart!

The era of the brain-opening monster editor has arrived! Chen Shan's Monster Supermarket is officially open!

I, Richard, am a wandering knight without a fief. Five years after transmigrating, I finally have my own fief, but it is merely a desolate and uninhabited pioneer territory.

Not only was it incredibly desolate, a complete wasteland, but countless orc tribes also occupied this wilderness.

He held the Expeditionary Order in his left hand and picked up his sword in his right, surveying the desolate territory and muttering to himself.

"My whole life has been like walking on thin ice. Will I ever be able to reach the other side?"

Unfortunately, no one answered the question; only countless orc leaders bowed their heads in fear, praying silently in their hearts.

"We're just here for a meeting, what's wrong with this bastard now...?"

Two things fill the mind with ever new and increasing admiration and awe, the more often and steadily we reflect upon them:the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me.—Immanuel Kant.

When Xule read these words, he looked up the sky. He felt anger instead of shocked by the words.

In Xule’s mind, the stars are so blinding that no one can tolerate them. And if anyone were lighted by the stars they will become idiots.

So Xule gave up his dream as a graceful naval commanders auxiliary officer, and now he begin to fall as a pool doorkeeper… He does not even know what he should follow and where he should go in this Great Age of the Spectacular.

Xule, a citizen in Eastwood, came from a half-deserted star. With the ingenious and strange knowledge from some unknown power in his body, he stepped into a equally boring and interesting world.

JianKe’s world must be so fantastic.

[Reincarnation, different world, daily life, adventure, battle, slow to warm up, no CP, no marriage, the author is a Buddhist]

Opening her eyes, she found herself in a world of swords and magic.

Magic, weapons, potions, combat skills... But who is singing softly in the abyss? For whom do the flowers of death bloom? When the bell of fate rings, whose cry is whispered in her ear?

Walking in the mist of time, where should she go all alone?

Having transmigrated into the body of the impoverished noblewoman Wayne Violet, I arrived in the harsh and desolate North with my remaining belongings and a Northern Expedition Order.

The orcs roared across the wilderness, while the imperial nobles watched coldly. Everyone was waiting to see me torn to pieces.

But what they don't know is that I possess the "Multiverse Mall"—money is my power!

Liu Lang, who traveled through the Wandering Earth and became the planet's will, originally only wanted to quietly observe this 2,500-year journey.

Unexpectedly, I was drawn into the Civilization Trial game.

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My name is Liu Lang. I am the behind-the-scenes power holder of the UEG United Government, the master of the artificial intelligence Moss, and the benevolent father of billions of homeless people.

Flowers adorn the branches for the sake of blue skies 2,500 years from now.

We're at war with zombies, aliens, insectoids, behemoths, mutants, and superheroes from another dimension...!

(The theme is interdimensional war between civilizations; the protagonist's existence can be ignored after chapter 15.)