Sislaine traveled to the Warhammer world. As a pure-blooded human, he held the Star Template in his left hand and the Imperial Truth in his right hand, and could always see through all the actions of the enemy.

When Sislaine was commanding the Empire to defeat the alien invasion, the new map was fully unlocked, and we could finally move towards the stars and connect with the universe.

Then, he saw the greenskins entrenched at his door in front of him, the cans fighting the Necrons next to him, the Eye of Terror not far away, the Tyranids at his back, and the Imperial Navy Fleet that was collecting tithes everywhere...

[Please lead your new empire to become powerful]

"Fuck! I thought I traveled through time to be the emperor."

"In the end, you told me that the place I traveled to is called Warhammer?

" "Or the most chaotic 40K?"

"Ascension! Ascension! First the military disaster will fly! Then the cultural disaster will fly!"

"And Emperor, don't give me blind orders in my ear, just sit there and watch..."

A brief summary: A reality warper from the Foundation world is recruited by yellow-haired weasels and transported to the Warhammer universe, embarking on a journey to save humanity. ——— Roan stroked his chin, looking at the handsome young man before him with tanned skin, long black hair, and a golden laurel wreath. "...You mean you're going to take me away from this world to a new universe to start a new life?" "That's right, that universe is wonderful, a fantasy world where humans, elves, orcs, undead, demons, and many other races coexist." My requirements are simple. As the hero I've chosen, you only need to help humanity defeat the demons and the evil god behind them. "I believe this task won't be difficult for a reality warper who can manipulate reality at will, almost to the point of wish fulfillment..."

At the end of the dark 40,000 years, the enemies in the Milky Way launched their final offensive. When the end of the Era comes, the eternal war will come to an end. The human empire has now reached its destined final moment.

But the gear of fate does not end. The fate of the Milky Way will be determined by him and them as it was ten thousand years ago. What will happen at the end of this dark 40,000 years?

This is a story about Warhammer, a story about the Emperor's wage earners in the dark galaxy. When time came to the end of the 41st Dark Millennium, he had worked for the Emperor for ten thousand years. As a "model worker" of the Empire, he just wanted to retire, but this was all the Emperor's mission. At the end of this dark millennium, the story of ten thousand years of working has begun to be written again.

(No female lead, the author is a standard Hammer writer so there won't be too much out-of-character content, the protagonist transmigrates into the 30K Primarch)

What happens when a Warhammer enthusiast actually comes to Warhammer?

Luo Jia: Dude, why did you make me dress up as Luo Jia?!

With no system and no way out, what way does the first corrupted Primarch have to break the deadlock?

Of course, we should kill Colfaren and Irebas first!

Loka will unify its homeworld and launch a great expedition under the Emperor's glory, making the Xenomorphs and Heretics tremble in the wrath of the Word Bearers! Let the stars fall! Let the flames rise! Let the warp burn!

We bear the Emperor's word! We will surely slay the enemies of humanity!

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!

[30k to 40k, some semi-apocryphal content, no female protagonist, loyalty, not a "wish fulfillment" story]"

Hermes: "Horus, my friend, death is not the end!"

"We were never soldiers... In their eyes, we were made to be the personification of rage. In their eyes, we must exist only for destruction. But we were once his companions. We were the ones he trusted. We were his advisors, his artisans. We were a glimpse of what this species could become if guided correctly, freed from its own malice and weakness. Of course, we were also taught how to fight. He knew that war was coming. It was a necessary step for ascension.