[Readers can submit characters + ensemble cast + unlimited resources + exciting team battles] Rick transmigrates to Warhammer 40K and arrives in the demon world of Calem. Just as he is about to be killed by Abaddon's claw, he awakens a wishing system.
Wish 1: Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Editor.
Wish 2: Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket.
Wish 3: Conceptual God-level Healing Spell: Healing, Resurrection, Purification, Modification of Will!
Wish 4: Conceptual God-level Replication Technique: The ability to replicate anything with a simple touch.
[Ding! Host detected as too shameless, system is unbinding..........]
Abaddon: Huh? Why aren't you dead?
Rick: Because I am immortal!
Emperor: Could you help me restore my damaged body?
Rick: Yellow weasel, you can't afford the price I'm going to pay.
Vashtor: Please, please let me see that prop again! I'll do anything you ask!
Rick: Sure, but you'll have to join my Third Reich Equipment Research and Development Bureau first.
Khorne: You're very strong, join me.
Rick: What are you barking about? Take this Psionic Blow!
Tzeentch: It's all fate...
Rick: Riddler, take this Psionic Bullet!
Nurgle: You bastard! Give me back Isa!
Rick: What do you mean "your"? That's my wife! Take this Psionic Bullet!
Isa, the Goddess of Life: Our daughter has run off again with the props you gave her.
Rick: It's okay, the kids will come back on their own when they're tired of playing.
The Silent King: Please save my entire clan.
Rick: No problem, be my henchman and henchman and I'll save your entire clan.
Hive Will: There's a cheater in this world!
Rick: All you bugs, die!
[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?
[Stellaris + Warhammer + Human Alliance] [Level 10 Scientist] [Equivalent to extremely high research capabilities, plus handcrafting skills far exceeding Level 8 Fitter, capable of handcrafting anything]
When human civilization broke free from propulsion and reached the stars, mastering faster-than-light travel marked the beginning of the interstellar age.
However, the situation is often different in different universes. In StarCraft, you need to travel faster than the speed of light to join the ranks of the interstellar empires, but Warhammer is different.
The Federation of Humans has not mastered faster-than-light travel; it can only do so through subspace.
What does it mean that a Level 10 scientist from the Starkind Alliance has arrived in Warhammer?
If I were just a scientist, with only the insignificant power of a mere 300 million tons in one hand.
but!
Do you see my ability to build a network in just a few days, or at most two months?
Do you see those tens of millions of Space Marines and the overwhelming fleet behind me?
Chaos? Tell me, how many fleets does he have?
It's just a large power bank.
Humanity will surely fulfill its divinely ordained destiny and conquer the galaxy.
All aliens must either submit to humanity or be eradicated. They may not understand, but they must obey!
Now Woods, or Gonzales, had a primary goal: to survive in the Kislev prison and escape. Then, he would cultivate his Qi. Finally, Woods decided, for his own safety, to turn his car into Chaos.
The story follows a human transmigrator who, in order to return home, achieves countless victories in space, in a world of death, and on battlefields involving billions of enemies, ultimately conquering the entire Warhammer universe. For the Emperor, the Watchers Chapter, advance!!! (Due to the author's writing style, readers can quickly skim the beginning; the later parts are better written. For those unfamiliar with Warhammer, you can browse the background information and pick and choose what to read; the side stories are not boring. PS: General reader group number: 572898288)
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.
Kolokin came to this world of endless war and could only build his own regiment from scratch to protect himself. Let's see what kind of path an Imperial Fist warrior will take.
Forty-two millennia later, the Great Rift ripped the galaxy in two, the Emperor's light gradually dimmed, and half of the Imperium of Man was plunged into endless despair and war. In this dark realm known as the "Dark Side of the Imperium," whispers of Chaos corrupt the hearts of the people, a surge of xenos devours the stars, and the isolated world of Mankind, plagued by suspicion and internal conflict, is on the verge of self-destruction.
However, when a soul, burdened with a thousand years of infamy, returns from the Warp, everything will be turned upside down. Astra Sarahar, scion of the former First Legion, a "Fallen Angel" hunted by his former brothers, opened his eyes in the darkness of despair.
What kind of fate awaits him?
(The early part is boring, no problem, but the latter part is even more boring, haha.)
Regrets always exist in life, but what are the regrets of Warhammer 40k?
Is it the prayers of mortals before their deaths? Is it the cannon fodder of the Astra Militarum, who bravely face death? Is it the eternal war faced by the Astartes? Is it the loyalty and betrayal of the Primarchs? Is it the final psychic energy given by the hero Malcador? Or is it the Emperor clinging to the Golden Throne?
The New Year's bell of 42k blew away the great rift in the corrupt empire. The Blood Ravens waited for the Primarch to return home, and humanity began its counterattack from this moment on!
Now that the God-Emperor of Li Zhaocheng has returned, let's see how he kicks the Tau Army, punches the Eldar, hammers the Greenskins, slashes the Undead with his sword, drives out Chaos, and destroys the Zerg.
"Eliminate the aliens, recover our territory, and make humanity great again!"
(By Disciples of Tzeentch)
The decadent empire survived in darkness for millennia.
And today, the original body whose identity was erased officially woke up from the underground of Terra's palace.
He will lead his children, the Blood Ravens, to conquer the entire galaxy for the great Emperor again, and bring back those rebellious brothers one by one!
Don't ***, you are just the captain of the first company of the Death Guard, yet you dare to pretend to be the Primarch!
What are you so proud of, Fu? Come back with me to see my father!
And if you call that broken phone of yours again, I'll break it down!
Why do I have such stupid brothers who only know how to fight!
After finally deducting them one by one,
Menrol, the second son of the empire, can finally sit down and enjoy a can of food!
No, why are there feathers in this can? Holy crap, why is it Horus hand-canned? Why is the ingredient list still Saint Jerome?
So Menlor began his journey to visit the other Primarchs again.
Moen Luoerliu: If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have worried about this ruined empire! My dear father, when will you be able to stand up again? If you really can't, please move aside and let me sit down!
[The rating was lower in the early stages due to suspicion of betrayal, but it won't be the same later on. The author will make changes, please stop scolding!!!]