In front of you is the Emperor.

Lord of the Imperium of Man, Co-ruler of Holy Terra and Mars, Heavenly Father, Caesar, Emperor, Augustus, Conqueror of the Stars, Bane of Aliens, Immortal Wisdom, Curse of the Malevolent God, King of the Golden Throne The watch on...

And most importantly:

The eternal god of mankind, the immortal faith, the greatest causer of suffering, and the greatest bearer of suffering.

His legions are falling, his empire is dying, and all his most sacred and original dreams are turning into ignorance and atrocities that can kill him.

He is crying.

He was screaming.

He was powerless and witnessed endless malice in endless suffering.

but me?

I am the one who puts an end to His suffering.

(Female Primarch, original legion, does not vote for Chaos. The author will try his best to keep the information accurate, hammer-flavored, and updated daily. There may be some difficulty in reading at the beginning. You can read a few pictures first to see if you can adapt)

In the name of the Lord of Mankind and the Holy Inquisition, the Julius family, this cancerous growth on the very fabric of the Empire, must be eradicated immediately! Its filthy bloodline has corrupted the Navy, the Ministry of the Interior, the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Knight Houses, the Imperial Church, and even extended its tentacles to the Adeptus Astartes. Traitors must be slain, and the filth must be purged. What do you mean I'm also a descendant of the Julius family?

This is the distant forty-first millennium. The emperor who once protected humanity has transformed into a cold, black sun. If no one can seize humanity's last chance for resurgence, then I will... make the galaxy burn once more!

At the end of the 42nd millennium, the Empire will be destroyed!

The fate of the Primarchs is uncertain, and even the Emperor will ascend to heaven.

In the name of the last Luna Wolf Loken, the Grey Knights established a new Brotherhood.

The Book of Omnipotence appears, the Void Dragon awakens, and the Ark of Bad Omen sets sail...

[ps The battle is fun + the early stage is mainly about hiding and farming. If you want to see the big fight directly, you can raise it first - don't be fooled]

In the distant future, humankind has traveled across the galaxy, and their miracles and hymns of courage have moved the world.

...Located in the boundless, cold, and dim void of the Milky Way, the starting star zone is the starting point for mankind's journey to more distant stars in the Golden Age, and also the end point of everything.

Good news: "You live in the future, bro, you think you are killing bugs in Starship Troopers, wearing power armor, holding a Gatling gun in your left hand and an atomic bomb in your right hand, you can go to the sky and into the earth, invincible."

The bad news: "This is the Warhammer universe"

Good news: "You live in a pocket empire that still retains highly advanced technology and brilliant humanistic rationality, and you also have a capable personal cyber ghost by your side."

Bad news: "An expeditionary fleet led by a giant dude nicknamed Yellow Skin is coming soon."

Good news: "It's 30K now, it can still be saved"

Bad news: "There's a Randan Alien blocking your doorstep"

Good news: "You are in fact the Primarch! You have an Astartes Legion and thousands of godsons who are willing to go through fire and water for you unconditionally."

Bad news: "Your legion number is 11, and you and your brother's second legion are about to be killed by the yellow-skinned Eleven."

"Child, do you think I look like a human or a god?" asked the yellow-skinned man from a high place.

Watson thought of his descendants and said angrily: "Fake -"

"I'll give you your legion back. What did you want to call me?"

"The false...great Emperor Commander Kaka is the only sun in my heart."

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."

[Warhammer + System + Decisive Killing + Infinite Evolution + No Female Lead]

"The Emperor created twenty radiant demigod Primarchs to conquer the daylight of the galaxy."

“And Makado, in order to protect that unspeakable darkness, created Wiz in the deepest part of the laboratory.”

...

Traveling through Warhammer 30,000, he becomes the most dangerous secret experiment of the Imperial Chancellor Macard, the "Prototype Zero" of the Maerorus Guild.

Wiz has no soul, no sense of pain, only a perfect killing body fused with unknown genes and yearning for flesh and blood.

And, a **[Devouring Evolution System]** from the void.

In this despairing universe filled with bombs, chainswords, and warp demons, Wiz doesn't need power armor because his skin is harder than adamantite; he doesn't need bolters because his bone spikes can pierce through Titans.

[Devour]:

Devour the Orc warlord alive—gain [Cell Regeneration] and [Infinite Strength]!

Prey on the Eldar Prophet—Gain [Time Warning] and [Faster Light Nerves]!

Chewing on the Great Demon Nurgle grants [Conceptual-level Plague Immunity] and [Immortality]!

...

At the end of the Great Crusade, the Horus Rebellion broke out, and the galaxy burned.

As the traitorous warlord Horus raised his claws, ready to kill Saint Gilles, the shadows suddenly stirred.

A claw covered in a void carapace caught Horus's heavy blow.

Wiz grinned, revealing fangs, and looked at the shocked Primarchs before him, letting out a hoarse, greedy whisper:

“Praise the Emperor… What a sumptuous buffet this is.”

In the 41st millennium, the hope of the human empire, Regent Guilliman returns.

But this has nothing to do with the mortal legions far away in the Gondva galaxy.

For over a hundred centuries, the Emperor had sat motionless on the golden throne of Holy Terra. He is the Lord of mankind. Fight the darkness with endless armies and millions of worlds.

However, thousands of souls are sacrificed every day so that his soul can continue to burn.

As one of the countless living beings in this era, living under the most cruel and bloody regime you can imagine, enduring eternal carnage and massacre, the cries of pain and sorrow are drowned out by the longing laughter of the God of Darkness.

This is a dark and terrible era. There is no peace among the stars, because in this dark and distant future, there is only war.

When a time traveler raises his head and looks at the starry sky, he will eventually become the Emperor's most important currency, the Astra Militarum, and the greatest general in the Imperial Hammer.

Transmigrating to Warhammer 30,000, Lu Heng was astonished to find that while others transmigrated to become Primarchs, Space Marines, or at best, mortal governors or Emperor's Chosen, why was he the Butcher's Nail?! Since that's the case, he decided to set a small goal: to make Khorne his own Chosen! "Angron Unit 2! Go berserk!" "Look, that's your father! Let me chop him down!" When the Emperor saw Angron expressing reluctance to remove the Butcher's Nail and frantically recommending it to his brothers, he felt that his progeny had finally gone mad! Angron retorted, "I don't know either! They just started calling me Ohm Messiah for no reason!" "Oh! I'm not a Legion Commander, I'm just Angron Unit 2." This book is also known as *Angron Operation Manual*, *Pilot and Angron Unit 2!*, and *The Gospel Nail of the New Century!*