[System Flow] + [Infinite Evolution] + [Endless War]

The extremely dark universe.

Burning galaxy.

Endless war.

Endless stream of powerful enemies.

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Although "Russell" became an ordinary "Star Army", he was rewarded with two artifacts by the system.

A laser gun called "Fire Kirin" that can evolve infinitely just by killing enemies.

An engineer shovel called "Blood Drinker" that can become indestructible and invincible as long as it constantly consumes the enemy's blood.

As long as you kill the enemy with these two artifacts, you will get corresponding attribute rewards.

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Kill across the galaxy and sweep across the dark universe.

Gao Yi found himself in the world of Warhammer, and even became a Rogue Trader.

He can bring the technology and arms from other games into the world of 40k.

Many years later, a large number of incredible reports were sent to the desks of the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Ministry of Military Affairs.

"You said they are better at operating explosive troops than the Ultramarines? You said their forge world production is higher than Mars? There are all kinds of sacred STCs? They also mastered the long-distance navigation technology without the warp?"

"Okay, in the name of the great God-Emperor, the Human Empire and the Holy Terra, the Golden Rogue Trader Gao Yi and his planet are granted special tax exemption qualifications, and he is granted the title of Sun Lord.

"What did you say? You want to report to the Inquisition and the Adeptus Mechanicus that Lord Gao Yi possesses illegal heretical technology and tampers with gene seeds to form Astartes? I advise you to stay out of their business! There are no secrets in the dynasty!"

"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."

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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!

About Warhammer 40k and My World:

A 3k unlucky guy who was dragged to 40k by Barou: I am really a loyalist, but my loyalty is not to the psychic Barou, nor to the decadent and declining human empire, which is not worthy of representing humanity! Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat, for the greater good, Whaaaagh!!

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...

Lanzhus: "The stain of chaos will never disappear, Company Commander Titus. As the cleric of the new chapter, I will be watching you closely!" Titus didn't respond immediately, but turned to look at the other members of the new chapter. There was the Qinmu Chapter Commander, with a kitchen knife at his waist and a homemade gun made from a water pipe, the one with the highest proportion of human beings likely being a perennial veteran. There was the Tyranid Insect, convinced he was an apothecary and dedicated to healing the wounded. There was the traitor who worshipped the Emperor and served as the new chapter's think tank curator. There was the unconventional technocrat who shouted "Long live Omnisaya!"—a space necromancer who firmly believed he was human. There was the peace-loving green-skinned orc who enjoyed farming and construction. ...We are all different, but we are all truly human!

Bad news: You've been conscripted by the Emperor!

Good news: You're recruiting the Cursed High Lords! You can cast your chess pieces into that world and use them as real people! You can even possess and micro-manage them yourself!

Bad news: You can only cast pieces worth 500 points! And you don't have enough authority, so you can only cast basic units!

Good news: You can level up to gain more points and authority, and you'll get to colonize a world upon taking office, instantly becoming a Planetary Governor!

Bad news: There's a Necron grave right under your butt!

Good news: You can recruit even more Cursed High Lords!

So what else can we say! Recruit some awesome friends and embark on a relaxing, enjoyable (and realistic) journey through Warhammer 40,000!