Near the Ghoul Sector in the northeastern part of the Milky Way, a Primarch Incubation Chamber crashed onto the planet Nostramore, a world of perpetual night. Conrad Kotz emerged from the dark crater onto the surface, arriving in the world of perpetual night. A destined fate of terror and darkness, an inescapable destiny of death! A slave to fate! The protagonist, Conrad Kotz, after a fragmented experience, witnesses a slight shift in his destiny, experiencing a rebirth from darkness to light, changing the world of perpetual night, rising like the sun!

Having transmigrated to a medieval-like alternate world, Su Ye, carrying a gift from Mother Earth, is determined to shatter this dark world.

Farming, development, and the liberation of the world with advanced productivity and worldview—everything went very smoothly.

Until he saw the castle opposite him actually stand up!

As the giant mech approached like a mountain, Su Ye was speechless and looked at the people around him and the little animals on her body.

Damn it, how could it be Warhammer, that cesspool!

However, Su Ye was not flustered. It was time to give these young players some of the fantasy shock of veteran players from the 2K era!

The system is initiating the redemption! Come forth, Paradox Engine! Now, time is on our side.

Regarding the upcoming Imperial Tax Bureau, Su Ye declared that paying taxes was impossible; what Empire, what Subspace—it was all a waste of time and resources.

(A hodgepodge of Stellaris, Red Alert, Halo, Transformers, Star Trek, Lobotomy Corporation, etc., and I am Cloud Hammer, I am Cloud Hammer.)

Now, standing before you is Peturab Rurik Kislivsky, the Supreme Tsar of all Kisliv, the Iron Tyrant of Olympia, the Primarch of the Steel Warriors of the Fourth Legion of Astartes… If, if, if Peturab had not descended upon Olympia, but instead arrived in a Russian-style world and began his conquest there, what would have happened?

That's right! It's Xiao He again! He's time-traveled again!

Bad news, the crossing point is Warhammer Katachon.

Good news, he awakened his Druid talent.

Bad news: he's being watched by all four peddlers.

Good news: He has a system and a jammer. The four peddlers and Old Man Huang can see his general location, but they can't pinpoint his exact location.

And so, completely unaware that he had spent five years surviving in the wilderness of Qatar, he unexpectedly took on the responsibility of a little kid who had fallen from the sky—the famous Conrad Coates! Yes! The very same Conrad Coates everyone was talking about! Batman~

This kid didn't go to Nasturm, but inexplicably ended up in Katachon. Who knows what the future Midnight Lord and he are...

In short, what fate awaits Coz?

Even Tzeentch couldn't understand fate, so who could?

(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!

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 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.”

[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.

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!"