(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...

When Lin Mo opened his eyes and found himself the governor of a human colony surrounded by the Chaos Legion, he thought he had gone mad. Until that familiar voice echoed in his mind: "[Star System activated. Respected player, welcome to the real universe]."

In this darkest age of the galaxy, the Emperor is silent, aliens roam freely, and chaos whispers. Humanity ekes out a living under a corrupt system. Lin Mo, carrying all the knowledge of a Stellaris player and a "system" capable of altering reality, becomes the sole variable in this despairing universe.

From the first "Federation Fleet" composed of frigates to Titan-class warships capable of confronting battleships; from a cowardly exiled government to the "New Human Federation" uniting hundreds of worlds; from a stray dog ​​hunted by Chaos to a "wildfire" that makes the entire galaxy tremble—Lin Mo will rewrite the cruelest rules of this universe with the mindset of a gamer.

"They say I blaspheme the Emperor? No, I'm merely completing his unfinished work." As the Federation's flag was planted on the land of Holy Terra, as the Golden Throne melted in the Dyson Beam, Lin Mo, facing the siege of the four avatars, revealed a smile characteristic of a player: "Now, it's time to let this galaxy burn completely."

[Endgame detected: Universe 40K itself. Solution: Reboot the galaxy. Confirm?]

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.

[Natural disaster + mass production of troops + no female lead + decisive killing + four races of heroes + savior] As usual, young Fang Yun finished a game of Warcraft III, and the water cup next to him inexplicably spilled on the keyboard. A burst of lightning illuminated the dormitory, and Fang Yun regained consciousness.

"It's over! Five hundred worlds!"

It turns out that Fang Yun has arrived in the Warhammer 40k era.

So Tzeentch! Khorne! Nurgle! Slaanesh! And that false emperor sitting high on a golden toilet!

Let the Scourge send you on your way!!!

[First-time author here—fair warning, the opening’s rough, but it gets better!]

After accidentally transmigrating into the grimdark universe of Warhammer 40K, Lin Fan discovers he possesses an uncanny ability. Under its influence:

The Necrons, slayers of the Old Ones and extinguishers of stars, find themselves powerless against him—dubbing him "The Subjective One."

Slaanesh writhes in frustration, unable to corrupt him.

Tzeentch, seeing Lin Fan as an existential threat, weaves endless schemes to save itself from annihilation.

On the eve of Abaddon the Despoiler’s 13th Black Crusade, the galaxy burns with unrelenting war. Amidst escalating battles and unbearable casualties, Lin Fan realizes... (to be continued)

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!

Dark, Despair,

The Emperor's might walks the galaxy, seeking to restore humanity to its former glory.

But fate played a little joke on me.

The fate of mankind has long been controlled by the evil god, and only darkness and war are eternal in this world.

^^^^^^^^^^^^

"Ah! What you said is right, but what does this have to do with me? I'm just an everyday person and I like to have fun," said Hogg Menethil, the Primarch of the 11th Legion, to the big golden guy in front of him.

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.