The galaxy's era of decline has arrived, and the Cadia Fortress was destroyed by the Chaos Army. Cracks appeared in the subspace, and countless terrifying monsters and demon armies of the Old Night emerged.
Qin Yun accidentally traveled to this desperate era and became the Emperor's living saint, responsible for tricking players into working in the Warhammer universe.
Since then, the style of this desperate galaxy has completely changed.
"In such a big galaxy, there is not even a Colossus of Heavenly Punishment. This is a shame for all the players in the stars. Brothers, work hard to mine, build Colossi, and create wonders."
"I am the chosen one of the gods. Those oil men on Mars dared to question my design. They are heretics. We must declare war."
"A small galaxy actually has so many races, such as bugs, ribs, greenskins, and titanium. Isn't this a betrayal to the Emperor? Immediately launch the world-destroying Heavenly Punishment and implement the extinction plan."
"If we can't save mankind, let the galaxy burn. From the hazy star field to the far eastern frontier, start a war and let the stars fall."
"Who told you that Terra is orthodox? The place where the Thirteenth Master is is orthodox. Whoever disagrees, start a war."
"Everyone who has played it knows that this Warhammer game is really great. Look, the Emperor has given me another task, asking us to go to Baal to fight the Zerg and resurrect the Archangel."
The end is near. The power of Chaos surges through the world like a surging undercurrent, dragging the entire Warhammer world into an endless abyss of darkness. On this shattered continent, once-glorious empires crumble, once-thriving towns lie in ruins, and the people struggle for survival in fear and despair. Upon traveling through time, Yi Shi is met with the gaze of Asha. Though the former world of Ashan has been destroyed, her divine power remains. Drawing on this strength, he sets out on a quest to save this fallen world and restore its glory.
As the holographic screen seeped into the psionic blood mist of the Koprulu sector, the gamer Luo Feng's temple burned, and the stigmata of the Mechanicus blossomed. His synapses simultaneously connected to the war codes of three parallel universes: the gene-seed of Warhammer 40K crystallized in his blood vessels, the psionic matrix of StarCraft restructured his brainstem, and the Forerunner think tanks of the Halo world unlocked forbidden knowledge.
On an operating table in a Martian foundry, Mechanicus neural probes battled against Zerg symbiotes. As a spine was transformed into a Protoss phase prism, the energy storms of the Eye of Terror and the Koprulu sector tore quantum wounds through the fabric of reality. The chainsword in his left hand oozed Zerg saliva, and the power armor on his right shoulder bore the marks of Necron repair.
The Awakened's blood boiled in the multiverse: his left eye reflected the Emperor's quantum ghost, his right eye glimmered with the Queen of Blades' genetic map. As the green-skinned orc waaagh energy and Protoss purification beams erupted in his chest, Luo Feng discovered that his genes were being reorganized into the form of a Xel'Naga ancestor.
The chosen vessel of the multiverse must choose between the throne of the God-Emperor, the Zerg Hive, and the oracle of the Protoss Kara. Every breath rewrites the laws of reality, and every wound blooms the energy crystals of a different universe. He stands at the edge of a reality rift, Warhammer Demon Sword in his left hand, Interstellar Psionic Core in his right, and the remains of the Halo dissolving beneath his feet.
"You are the Allspark." The mechanical voice of the Moebius Foundation resonated with the hymn of the Mechanicus. As the ultimate game between the three universes began, Luo Feng's choice would determine the fate of all parallel worlds.
(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!
Kaska traveled to a wasteland world. The sky was covered with yellow sand and radioactive clouds, and the only human settlements were fortress factories behind desolate iron walls. He was determined to save it all. Before that, as the unpopular youngest son of a powerful family on the planet, he was about to have a political marriage with a female workshop worker. The other party was a beautiful girl with white hair and purple eyes. Except that she was a little bigger than others, everything else was perfect. He was very satisfied. Until he heard that the other party was called Fulgrim. What! ? Fulgrim? ! He was puzzled by this. He realized that something was wrong. He cried like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on. ...Damn it, this is a Warhammer world! Or a Warhammer world where Slaanesh is as rampant as a flood! But I still have my head around...
Bad news: You've been conscripted by the Emperor!
Good news: You're recruiting the Cursed High Lords! You can cast your chess pieces into that world and use them as real people! You can even possess and micro-manage them yourself!
Bad news: You can only cast pieces worth 500 points! And you don't have enough authority, so you can only cast basic units!
Good news: You can level up to gain more points and authority, and you'll get to colonize a world upon taking office, instantly becoming a Planetary Governor!
Bad news: There's a Necron grave right under your butt!
Good news: You can recruit even more Cursed High Lords!
So what else can we say! Recruit some awesome friends and embark on a relaxing, enjoyable (and realistic) journey through Warhammer 40,000!
[Warhammer 40K] [Fanfic] [Space Opera] [Conquest]
The long-awaited Warhammer 40K novel is finally here, lads!
WAAAGH!!! LET’S GET STUCK IN!
The protagonist Warwick was complaining about the tithe, and then he was watching the lobster recruitment, so he said something bad and was forcibly teleported into the Warhammer 40K world.
Obtain a system that absorbs emotional values, summons warriors from various movies, TV shows, and games, and builds an empire.
Halo, Super God, Star Wars, Azure, etc.
I am pure cloud! cloud! cloud!
It is a fusion of various works, and the combat effectiveness is different!
A college student who had just finished the college entrance examination was ruthlessly conscripted after watching a video of a lobster on a small website.
Warhammer 40k Zhou Pingan didn’t know what kind of world this was, but from Lobster’s video he could see that this world was even more chaotic than a toilet.
How could ordinary mortals have a chance to survive?
Fortunately, he was lucky enough to at least come to the Knight Family.
What's even better is that he was already playing this game of Stellaris right before he was conscripted, and he is the Emperor of the Human Federation.
After he was conscripted, the stars had been moving with various blessings. As Zhou Pingan traveled, his empire finally locked on his position.
We will seek you, we will come to you, Emperor.
How can the world be so chaotic? How can human beings only live such a miserable life?
This is rebellion, this is heresy.
This is the greatest treason and heresy!
What a desecration of human life here!
The wrath of the Human Federation will surely wash over the entire galaxy anew, and our fleet will cover the sky no matter how many suns there are in the sky.
Transmigrating to 40K, only to start as a nearly-dead AI in a Scrap Knight mech? Lynch panicked! Fortunately, the Mythic Construction System has awakened! As long as the pilot's emotions are right, every Gundam in my memory can be recreated! Is the young pilot Ilana angry? [Ding! Strong "Angry" emotion detected! Unlock Mythic Construction: Crimson Comet Mode! Increase mobility by 300%!] "The Tech-Priest said my Machine Soul is overactive? No, it's called Triple Speed!" Under Ork fire, Ilana's will to survive erupts? [Ding! Strong "Survival" emotion detected! Unlock Mythic Construction: AT Field! In the name of the "Emperor's Aegis," deploy absolute defense!] "Withstand the fire, unscathed! It's the Emperor's blessing!" Running out of ammunition and food, trapped in a swarm of insects? [Ding! "Desperate" emotion detected! Ultimate Construction...