The sage of the Mechanic Church, Exis.Σ.Σ.Lu (Lu for short), transmigrated to a "terrifying" place. Here, humans worship psychic energy and call the practice of cultivating it "cultivation of immortality." Here, a strange, demonic voice calling itself "System" whispers in Lu's ear from time to time. Here, there are also powerful psychic entities comparable to spatial gods and demons. How corrupt, how terrifying! But… the Great Sage is never afraid. The Great Sage is always thirsty for knowledge. This is a good opportunity to observe psychic energy and research countermeasures. Perhaps, he can even find his way home. As for joining? Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Great Sage, following Om Messiah and believing in science…

Li Lin was forcibly conscripted by the Emperor, a golden dump truck transporting him to the Siege of Terra in the 30K era, where he became a loyal mortal auxiliary soldier. At the brink of death, he awakened the [Undead War God] template. He initially thought his understanding of Warhammer would be enough to survive easily. However, this world was far more complex than he imagined. This wasn't canon, but an IF scenario, a unique pseudo-history… the Great Rebellion of Sanguielles! Li Lin: Since things have come to this, let's start killing! The future of the Empire, the fate of humanity, the safety of the galaxy—all these grand narratives are irrelevant to Li Lin. All he can do is rely on his chainsaw axe and shotgun to carve a path to survival in this cesspool of a world. His first small goal: kick the Blood God off his bronze throne! Li Lin: After all, I am!! ...

Altaïr King was completely bewildered when he woke up to find himself transformed into a golden ear of corn in the Terran palace. It was common knowledge that being a member of the Imperial Guard was a high-risk profession. Especially in this dark and cruel future, the laughter of the evil gods was so piercing, and the claws of the aliens so menacing. Fate was capricious, cruel, and bloody, and he was now clad in radiant gold. He pondered whether he would end up being devoured by warp entities or roasted into popcorn by psionic energy, and then stepped out of his dark underground cell. The Imperial Guard was endangered, but not so easy to kill. Before facing his final fate, he still had a chance to begin his adventure. The burning galaxy was still far away, and the most serious problem this novice Imperial Guard now faced was—he was lost in the palace.

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!

the Terran calendar, the Unification War has come to an end, and the Primarchs have been scattered throughout the galaxy.

The Emperor is preparing to launch a great expedition to conquer the galaxy again and restore the former glory of mankind.

A time traveler incarnates as a raven, and has the ability to travel through the universe as long as he is bound to the protagonist of fate.

That day, the raven shouted to the big golden guy: "Let's go, let me take you to see the world."

So the gene engine of the Super God Universe, the Protoss technology of StarCraft, the Death Star technology of Star Wars, the Ether Phase Engine of the Stars, the Spark Source of the Transformers, the dimensional weapons of the Three-Body Universe and other cutting-edge technologies were all moved back to his own universe by the Emperor.

Many years later, the army of the human empire held high the double-headed eagle flag and conquered one universe after another.

Chu Ye, a science fiction enthusiast, was swallowed by a white light while organizing a massive amount of science fiction resources. After transmigrating, he became the commander of the Halo Human Federation's colonial fleet, and his wrist transformed into the "Star River Summoning System," which can summon science fiction human technology.

He was not in a familiar universe, but in the war-torn Warhammer 40K universe—a world ravaged by warp storms, where Chaos Gods corrupted souls, the Imperium of Man was extremely xenophobic, and various alien forces occupied the galaxy, with eternal battles never ceasing.

With the help of the Galaxy Summoning System, Chu Ye can consume Star Core energy to summon cross-work human technologies and resources such as the Halo Thor's Hammer armor and the Siege Tank from StarCraft, using these as his foundation.

Chu Ye will raise the banner of the "Human Federation" to confront the Imperial Judgment, the invasion of Chaos, and the threat of aliens. He will integrate science fiction technology from all sources, gather elite forces from across different works, open a new human era in the dark galaxy, and reshape the galactic imperial system with technology as the torch.

This is the hut I built. This is the stone I meditate on. This is my bolter and chainsaw sword. I've been in this idyllic paradise for over a decade, even reaching the Qi Refining stage, and you're telling me this is a Warhammer? So the spiritual energy I breathe every day comes from the Warp?... Years later, a colossal statue stands atop Terra. Beneath the statue, they call me Regent, Godfather of the Chaos Primarch, Heart of the Dead, Terran Keeper, Ark Home Engineer, Terminator of the Second Brother, Dorak's Private Garbage Collector, Warp Landlord... "So, Your Majesty, it's rather impolite of you to be sitting while speaking to me."

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 (●'◡'●))

[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.

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!