Zhou Yan, a workshop technician, transmigrated into a clone of the Third Legion's Primarch, Vorgrim. "Damn it, Vorgrim, you've betrayed the working class!" "The Imperium is a corrupt empire, and the new humans are still humans... who's in favor, who's opposed!" "Some guy named Caul created a Legion of Primarch Space Marines for Guilliman... Byr, what do you think?" "Our overall strategy is to defend the Imperium's holy frontier, develop into the Imperium's dark side... sweep away the defeated Tyranid tentacles, and avoid the Necropolis of the Space Necropolis before we grow stronger... and most importantly, gather 18 Tyranid War Maidens!" After the Great Rift that tore the galaxy open, Zhou Yan led his newly formed legion to develop and grow, and the second human regime (warning: not the second Imperium) rose from the Galactic Far East!

In the distant, mist-shrouded star system lies the planet Mordovia—a forgotten fragment tucked away in the Empire's fringes, perpetually veiled beneath oppressive leaden clouds. Across its surface, towering hive cities rise like monstrous steel behemoths, spewing acrid smog into the skies. Between these urban sprawls stretch vast wastelands of festering ruins and toxic marshes, their putrid stench a testament to the planet's decay.

Reincarnated as the Primarch of the lost Eleventh Legion, the protagonist finds himself facing an erased destiny.

Chosen by the source realm known as the Kingdom of Disorder, Ning Lu’s fate is rewritten from the very moment he awakens in the gene-lab gestation pod. With the power of mysticism and alchemy, he delivers a startling blow to the four Chaos Gods.

During the Great Crusade, he expands the frontiers of the Imperium. In the Horus Heresy, he personally executes traitor Primarchs.

After the Emperor is bound to the Golden Throne, he becomes the last active Primarch—constantly rushing between war zones to extinguish fires across the galaxy.

In the War of the Beast, he slays the Beast itself.

During the Long War, he strikes terror into the hearts of traitors and heretics.

All praise his unwavering loyalty. But… is that the whole truth?

“I'm just taking advantage of the situation. What? You didn’t notice?

With the right alchemical ingredients, I can cultivate Beyonders.

Belisarius Cawl? He’s just my ‘mentor’…”

“I am the shadow of Order, exploiting every loophole hidden within the rules.”

He is The Black Emperor—a being who rewrites the laws of reality, forges a new Imperium, and opens a future of hope amid the darkness for all of humanity.

[Keywords: Warhammer + Primarch OC + Original Legion + Lord of the Mysteries + Potion Pathways / Sequences]

Chen Xing: Hey everyone, I really want to play Stellaris, but seeing aliens makes me nauseous. Is it still possible to get into it? Emperor: Yes, bro, you can! ---------------------------------- (ps: This story is based on the author's personal experience, with just a little embellishment (●'◡'●))

One sentence synopsis: The demon prince Perturabo turned into a dog.

Crystal Maze annual fun sincere dedication

Divideless Chaos Guilliman

Specializing in controlling Tieyong Duo En

(Unlock more gradually...)

No fighting or killing, just eating and drinking (really)

[Multiple Timelines] + [Group Portraits] + [No System]

Another timeline:

Those bright children of the stars, those fragments of humanity that the Emperor abandoned before the final battle between the Emperor and Horus.

They traveled through the warp, and some of them came here...

The clash between the Emperor and the Chaos Gods upon the Sea of ​​Souls did not destroy this timeline of entangled fire and thunder.

In another timeline, the Son of the Star will be discovered, and the Waldo in another timeline is not the Waldo there, or everyone will think of his other current name - the King in Yellow.

The Star Child and his guards are human, which means they are the embodiment of humanity.

After the massacre on his home planet and the invasion of Chaos, fate began to push Mirz towards his identity.

The Children of the Stars will once again return to their "homeland" and bring a ray of light to the dark universe. Those "guardians" are from the Terra government of another time. They are not loyal to the Emperor, but they are loyal to humanity...

Some of the dark sides will be slowly rewritten. Even if the crisis of extinction is imminent, mankind will still usher in the "dawn".

Humanity will once again drive out the enemies of humanity

Then deal with the real... "crisis"

Note: This other timeline will have some settings that are different from the original version, and will be linked with the main universe later.

And the whole story atmosphere will be much brighter than the original Warhammer.

[Warhammer + Fanfic + Alternate Lore + Comedy + System]

College student Yan Yue transmigrated into the body of a Space Marine Centurion—only to discover he’s now leading the last remnants of the Luna Wolves, a legion trapped in the Warp for 10,000 years.

When their battle barge escapes the ruins of Cadia, Yan Yue and his ancient Long War veterans emerge into a galaxy gone mad:

The Imperium is rotting with corruption,

The Inquisition wants them dead,

And his "Loyalty Meter" System keeps pinging: "Bro, maybe don’t mention you served Horus?"

Armed with pre-heresy drip, two layers of PTSD, and a darkly hilarious misunderstanding aura, this accidental warlord must either:

✓ Redeem his legion’s name,

✓ Conquer the Throneworld for giggles, or

✓ Die spectacularly when the Black Templars find him.

The Emperor’s finest? More like… the galaxy’s worst book club.

Expedition! Expedition!! The Great Crusade!!!

The days of humanity barely surviving under the oppression of xenos and Chaos are over. Furious, humanity is determined to recreate the glory of the Golden Age.

The grievously wounded and dying Emperor of Mankind has healed his injuries and risen to face the enemy. The Lord of the Crimson Torrent roars as he returns from the Warp.

Forward! Nothing can stop the march of our great renaissance!

Forward! The unyielding human civilization, fighting against heaven and earth, swears to restore its former glory!

Forward! Unite, and unite again! We will liberate the entire galaxy!

Calixis Sector, Port Wanderer, Blind Eye Bar. "Hello, friend, come sit down. You're looking for a job?" A well-dressed man embraces you, offering you a glass of Renka brandy. "You can call me Siegel, the best Rogue Trader in the Kronos Expanse." "Do other Rogue Traders say the same thing? Friend, to survive in Port Wanderer, you must use your own judgment.

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)