[30k to 40k words, some semi-pseudo-scripture content, no female lead, loyalty, not a wish-fulfillment story]

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

We were never soldiers… In their eyes, we were destined to be embodiments of rage. In their eyes, we were born only for destruction. But we were his companions. We were those he trusted. We were his advisors, his craftsmen. We were a glimpse into what this species could become when properly guided and freed from the shackles of its own evil and weakness. Of course, we were also taught how to fight. He knew war was imminent. It was a necessary part of ascension, though it was destined to be impermanent. We are the guardians of the new era, and must be strong enough to ensure its safety.”

Upon traversing Warhammer 40K, Livy awakens the "Soulless" trait, becoming the most despised warp insulator in the entire galaxy.

Bearing nothingness, merging with the dead.

It uses living metal to forge a body and imprisons the Star God as its source.

Transformed into the Silver Reaper, Li Wei vows to crush the endless sea of ​​insects with forbidden power, causing countless evil gods to fall in trembling fear.

"What did you say?" Abaddon exclaimed, both shocked and furious. "We've been boarded?! And by a bunch of mortals?!"

“Yes, sir.” A Chaos Space Marine wiped the cold sweat from his brow. “They are too strange. If we don’t send reinforcements soon, our defenses will be breached! Sir, I suggest you evacuate first…”

"Shut up!" Abaddon roared. "Who are we? We are the Black Legion! We have launched thirteen expeditions, each one dealing a fatal blow to the Empire! We are the Empire's eternal nightmare! And now, are we to retreat before a few mortals?"

"Assemble the troops immediately! I will make those arrogant bastards die here! Let the Empire know that we..."

"Bang!" "Rip rip rip!!!" "Boom!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge ceiling collapsed, and on it, the corpses of Space Marines were piled up like mountains. On the mountaintop, several figures, bathed in the aura of blood, looked down.

Under Abaddon's shocked gaze, a man carrying a halberd looked around at him and said, "You're Abaddon, aren't you?"

"In the name of humanity, we bring you to trial, traitor!"

At the end of the 42nd millennium, the Empire will be destroyed!

The fate of the Primarchs is uncertain, and even the Emperor will ascend to heaven.

In the name of the last Luna Wolf Loken, the Grey Knights established a new Brotherhood.

The Book of Omnipotence appears, the Void Dragon awakens, and the Ark of Bad Omen sets sail...

In the third millennium, Immor, located on Holy Terra, crafted a Warhammer prize box. The day after its completion, a city materialized within the box, where a group of thugs were committing crimes. Driven by a sense of justice, Immor decided to punish evil and promote good, thus setting in motion the threads of fate. The Emperor both loved and hated Immor; love stemmed from the appearance of a second beacon in the dark human world; hatred arose from the latter's theft of his son, much like the Four Gods. Khorne was enraged by the theft of his title as the second brother. Nurgle wept in anger at the theft of Aisha. Death, in league with Immor, terrified Slaanesh. A second Weaver of Fate appeared, driving Tzeentch mad. A product of humanity's 2K era, Tal Rashin was ecstatic. A certain sunny and cheerful young man...

The galaxy's era of decline has arrived, and the Cadia Fortress was destroyed by the Chaos Army. Cracks appeared in the subspace, and countless terrifying monsters and demon armies of the Old Night emerged.

Qin Yun accidentally traveled to this desperate era and became the Emperor's living saint, responsible for tricking players into working in the Warhammer universe.

Since then, the style of this desperate galaxy has completely changed.

"In such a big galaxy, there is not even a Colossus of Heavenly Punishment. This is a shame for all the players in the stars. Brothers, work hard to mine, build Colossi, and create wonders."

"I am the chosen one of the gods. Those oil men on Mars dared to question my design. They are heretics. We must declare war."

"A small galaxy actually has so many races, such as bugs, ribs, greenskins, and titanium. Isn't this a betrayal to the Emperor? Immediately launch the world-destroying Heavenly Punishment and implement the extinction plan."

"If we can't save mankind, let the galaxy burn. From the hazy star field to the far eastern frontier, start a war and let the stars fall."

"Who told you that Terra is orthodox? The place where the Thirteenth Master is is orthodox. Whoever disagrees, start a war."

"Everyone who has played it knows that this Warhammer game is really great. Look, the Emperor has given me another task, asking us to go to Baal to fight the Zerg and resurrect the Archangel."

This is an extremely dark world.

The Emperor walked the earth, trying to restore the glory of the Empire.

But the fate of mankind has long been toyed with by evil gods.

In the precarious future, there is only endless darkness and war.

until--

The Death Guard named Hades appears.

The threads of fate are intertwined. Can the existence from the outside world reverse the tragedy destined for thousands of sentient beings?

The gods placed their bets.

But Hades doesn't know this at the moment. He is crying like a fart whose toes have been stepped on.

"Help!!! Why is this the world of Warhammer?!"

"Also, why am I a Death Guard?!!"

"Is it too late to kill yourself and start again?!"

It's a funny novel. The nerdy and unscrupulous male protagonist travels to the world of grimdark, where he wanders around with his legs broken and crying like a bastard.

[Warhammer + System + Decisive Killing + Infinite Evolution + No Female Lead]

"The Emperor created twenty radiant demigod Primarchs to conquer the daylight of the galaxy."

“And Makado, in order to protect that unspeakable darkness, created Wiz in the deepest part of the laboratory.”

...

Traveling through Warhammer 30,000, he becomes the most dangerous secret experiment of the Imperial Chancellor Macard, the "Prototype Zero" of the Maerorus Guild.

Wiz has no soul, no sense of pain, only a perfect killing body fused with unknown genes and yearning for flesh and blood.

And, a **[Devouring Evolution System]** from the void.

In this despairing universe filled with bombs, chainswords, and warp demons, Wiz doesn't need power armor because his skin is harder than adamantite; he doesn't need bolters because his bone spikes can pierce through Titans.

[Devour]:

Devour the Orc warlord alive—gain [Cell Regeneration] and [Infinite Strength]!

Prey on the Eldar Prophet—Gain [Time Warning] and [Faster Light Nerves]!

Chewing on the Great Demon Nurgle grants [Conceptual-level Plague Immunity] and [Immortality]!

...

At the end of the Great Crusade, the Horus Rebellion broke out, and the galaxy burned.

As the traitorous warlord Horus raised his claws, ready to kill Saint Gilles, the shadows suddenly stirred.

A claw covered in a void carapace caught Horus's heavy blow.

Wiz grinned, revealing fangs, and looked at the shocked Primarchs before him, letting out a hoarse, greedy whisper:

“Praise the Emperor… What a sumptuous buffet this is.”

[Time travel + System + Invincible protagonist + Warhammer reference + Father-son daily life + Invincible young hero]

I woke up to find myself the most miserable Primarch in the Warhammer universe, Guilliman!

At the start, the Eldar stabbed him in the neck with a knife, the Chaos Legion attacked him head-on, and his own offspring clung to a broken holy book from ten thousand years ago.

Luckily, I have the "Strongest Regent System" with me, and I merged with Regent Witrum at the start! I stopped the Thunderhawk with my bare hands, traversed warp space with my bare body, and crushed a Chaos Can with a single punch!

Abaddon: "How could he possibly be resurrected?!"

Tzeentch the Demon: "He dragged me out of warp with his bare hands!!"

Ultramariner: "Father...why are you taking out your belt?!"

Guilliman grinned: "Good boy, today Daddy will teach you what 'fatherly love is as solid as a mountain' really means!"

With all the Ultra Warriors upgraded and empowered by intelligent atoms, their offspring are all little superhumans!

The Khorne's army? Crushed! The filthy tide of corruption? Purified!

A treacherous scheme? I'll drag the real me out of the warp with my bare hands and slap him across the face!

Slaanesh is below, the Regent is above!

Guilliman shattered the Eye of Fear, grabbed the heads of the four evil gods, and threw them onto the Golden Throne: "Father, you didn't beat them hard enough or fast enough back then! This generation of Chaos—needs to be whipped with a belt!"

In the 41st millennium, the hope of the human empire, Regent Guilliman returns.

But this has nothing to do with the mortal legions far away in the Gondva galaxy.

For over a hundred centuries, the Emperor had sat motionless on the golden throne of Holy Terra. He is the Lord of mankind. Fight the darkness with endless armies and millions of worlds.

However, thousands of souls are sacrificed every day so that his soul can continue to burn.

As one of the countless living beings in this era, living under the most cruel and bloody regime you can imagine, enduring eternal carnage and massacre, the cries of pain and sorrow are drowned out by the longing laughter of the God of Darkness.

This is a dark and terrible era. There is no peace among the stars, because in this dark and distant future, there is only war.

When a time traveler raises his head and looks at the starry sky, he will eventually become the Emperor's most important currency, the Astra Militarum, and the greatest general in the Imperial Hammer.