"I'm not asking you to remain within the Cursed's stasis barrier forever. I'm not a demon. However, the Star Sea Punishment, the ultimate solution to the remnants of hundreds of thousands of years of the War in Heaven, is to kill all intelligent life and detonate the universe. What does that mean? What's wrong with your moral sense as an intelligent being? You just spent a year becoming Planet Master, didn't you? If you keep going like this, you'll be a sector leader in ten, galactic overlord in twenty, and dark matter collector in thirty. Finally, you'll build an etheric engine to exterminate all life in the universe. As reflections of all intelligent life in this galaxy, the five of us must stop you. Seriously." Leon: "What are you talking about? Etheric Engine activated! Blow this shithole to ash!" ————————————————————...

"You should have told me earlier that he was the craftsman who created you, Perturabo."

"Then I can be harsher on you."

…

A craftsman, a wrapping cloth, a side of glass, a rein;

The forger who smelt iron and stone, the minstrel of Olympia.

Morse.

This is my new name, given by your creation - Perturabo, your failed instrument, your unsuccessful man.

O Emperor, the yoke of our sins is bound by your hands, and like a yoke is tied around your neck.

(The author is unspeakably loyal and 100% imperialist)

(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!

Xie Yong, a poor wage earner, found himself in prison after waking up from a sleep, but this was not an ordinary prison... As for why it was not ordinary, he did not understand, because he was just an Ogryn ape-man. That's right, it was the legal sub-human Ogryn ape-man designated by the Ministry of Military Affairs. At the same time, it was also a coin with a slightly larger denomination in the hands of the Human Emperor. Although he was imprisoned, fortunately he still had a system in his head. Just want me, an Ogryn ape-man, to understand the prompts of the system? ! Hahaha, why don't you let Tzeentch teach me to count to the number 9? What? I can really count to 9! Hello! System, this mission is completed

At the end of the Terran Unification Wars, the God-Emperor's offspring was cast across the galaxy by a Warp storm. The Emperor's Great Crusade unfolded across the galaxy under the watchful eyes of the Four Gods, foreshadowing the future of humanity. For unknown reasons, an alien soul arrived in Warhammer, becoming the Clown Primarch, Mortarion.

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!

After the failure of the Horus Heresy, the Chaos Legions retreated into the Eye of Terror. Among them, the Iron Warriors Legion's quickly raised troops, Peter and his brothers, broke away from the Legion and formed their own warband, the "Forged in Steel" Brothers.

"We are no longer 'hasty recruits,' no longer expendable, no longer Iron Warriors, no longer slaves to Perturabo. We are now the 'Forged in Steel' Brothers."

"And this is my battle axe, 'The Blood of Crassus.' The Blood of Crassus will have its vengeance.

[Warhammer 40k][Rogue Trader][A small portion of Warhammer] Lin Feng was originally just an ordinary office worker, accidentally captured by yellow-skinned soldiers on his way home from get off work and made a scapegoat. However, unlike other miserable soldiers, he has an entire family of Rogue Traders behind him.

Ever since the Chaos Gods launched a new round of their "Great Game" in the World of Warhammer Fantasy, the infamous shithole universe of Warhammer 40K—already renowned across the Sea of Void as the "Chaos God’s Sewer"—officially earned itself a permanent blacklist from all civilized realities. Why? Too many demons. Too many cultists. Too much bullshit.

The God-Emperor of Mankind, suffering collateral damage, wasn’t just blacklisted—He also found Himself locked out of the Warhammer Fantasy world by the Four’s paranoid blockades. No more "borrowing" resources. No more easy wins.

So what’s a tired, golden-skinned overlord to do?

Start spam-fishing.

The Emperor began hurling isekai’d outsiders through the Warp like junk data, hoping some poor sucker would take the bait.

Enter Li Wei, a dude from Earth who just got his "resident permit" revoked by reality itself.

Now, stranded before a kaleidoscopic abyss of screaming souls and warp-storms, he has two choices:

Die horribly.

Become the God-Emperor’s newest (and most unwilling) "Vanguard of the Heavens."

(Spoiler: He doesn’t get to pick.)