This is an age of humanity's resurgence! After countless trials and tribulations, a great being known as the Emperor is formally attempting to rebuild the glory of the human race. But on the other side of the material universe, the Chaos Gods have long since regarded humanity as their main course... In this dark and terrifying cosmos, the only future is war!

That is, until the soul of an ancient Terran, named Osiris, arrives in the Warhammer universe and into the body of Lycaeus. The threads of destiny begin to intertwine. Can this outsider turn the tide for a humanity whose fate is already sealed?

For now, Osiris knows nothing of this. He's staring blankly at the mining pick in his hand...

"Damn it, hasn't Corax's amniotic pod landed yet? I don't want to mine anymore!!!!" Sandman stares into the pitch-black mine and falls into a profound silence...

Darkness and despair are the bywords of this world, tormenting every living thing like a living hell. But this time, fate played a small trick, allowing a forgotten knight to be reborn with new life. Looking upon the suffering Imperium, the great Primarch of the Second Legion, the Knight of Knights, the Warmaster of Warmasters, Mordred, cried out loudly: "Father, I never wanted to betray you, but if we cannot save the Imperium from your mistakes, then let the galaxy burn!

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!

Zhang Yuan wakes up to find himself drenched in acid rain from the Warhammer 40K universe. Good news: he's been picked up by a grumbling, down-on-his-luck old merchant ronin who, in his drunken stupor, has changed the name of his family's "empire's strongest financial product"—the Merchant Ronin Agreement—to Zhang Yuan's! Bad news: the Orks are here, and the old man, to cover him, charges into the Orc horde with the "Last Laugh" pistol (the real "Last Laugh"), which has a 30% misfire rate. To save a little kid, Zhang Yuan swings a lightweight alloy door panel—as light as a takeout cooler lid—at the Orks. But to the Orks, it instantly transforms into a "giant sword radiating the holy light of the Second Brother!" The more the Orks fear him, the harder he swings, carving out the title of "Emperor's Chosen" and turning the hive into "Zhang Yuan's Pleasure House" with his worshippers. Until the new planetary governor, rubbing his hands together, packaged him and his two remaining disabled brothers as a "tithing special" and sent them to the Astronomical Army. Upon boarding, the female Inquisitor, who always assigned him "suicidal" missions, unexpectedly found his exposed trade agreement—it appeared to be stained with the Emperor's old nasal blood… no, the Holy Blood Seal! Now, the Inquisitor is frantically running to verify this "noble installment contract." If valid, Zhang Yuan, whom the governor had just thrown onto the battlefield like trash, might soon return to use the Longfellow family's interstellar treasury to buy the governor's golden toilet to use as a chamber pot. "If only I had stuffed in a couple more green toes when it was buy-one-get-two-free…"—a governor, slumped in the rain, was contemplating a cosmic-level financial blunder.

andrix: Dante, please let me go. I'm not your father. Your father is still lying in the Stone Hall.

Dante: Impossible! Dad, you're finally back! The Blood Angels are back to you! I can finally retire!

Looking at Dante clinging to his thigh, Sandrix fell silent.

And looking at the group of youngsters around him, their eyes gleaming with gold, ready to recognize their father, and the four gods in the Warp ready to surprise him, he made a decision.

Sandrix: Dad! Please help! Send Guilliman back, or at least that's fine! (Holding his thigh)

Emperor: !!!

[This is a lighthearted, humorous, non-violent, non-female-lead, system-based, and villainous story. Read with confidence!]

On Earth, Li Hua, an ordinary college student who loves the Warhammer universe, is unexpectedly transported to the Warhammer 40K universe by sheer luck (on a physical level), born as an ordinary green-skinned orc boy. To survive, with the help of a system and his knowledge of the Warhammer universe, Li Hua gradually grows into a powerful green-skinned mastermind who unifies the planet. He is later recruited by Mag Uruk Sarak, the Bonecrusher, thus beginning a massive, galactic-shattering conflict!

In the treacherous universe of Warhammer 40,000, how could there be no "YESYES"? So, to fill the void of the galaxy lacking rats, Lucius transformed into a black-robed Great Horned Rat and arrived in the galaxy, leading his hordes into this cruel galactic cesspool. From then on, the Devourer of the Great faced a group of equally hungry and formidable enemies; the Empire experienced what an endless sea of ​​people truly meant; the Necromancer discovered that the opposing rats also favored green weapons; and the Greenskins—Lucius declared, "Greenskins, we've fought our way from the Middle Ages to AOS all the way to 40,000! Let's see if you can handle the rats again!"

A seemingly calm but inwardly sarcastic modern elite, while complaining and building infrastructure in the Warhammer cesspool, ultimately uses Eastern metaphysics to combat the warp and pave a new path for humanity.

(This is a Warhammer 40,000 fan fiction. Some timeline settings may be slightly modified, but it will still be very Warhammer-esque.)

(It will incorporate some references to memes and historical events... to expand the drama and fun of this fan-made universe.)

While driving home with his girlfriend, Empress, a Chinese college student studying in the US, Xiao Li was suddenly sucked into the Warhammer 40,000 universe by a warp vortex...

It turns out that his girlfriend was actually one of the Emperor's soul fragments!

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Suddenly dumped on a desolate planet, just as Xiao Li was about to be chopped into mincemeat by orcs, a panel suddenly appeared before his eyes...

Things seem to be getting... interesting!