Do you believe in the Imperial Truth? I admire the first person to make a deal with the Four Gods; they might even end up paralyzed on the toilet. Yellow-skinned man, when I build the Warp Pump, I'll definitely make you awaken. Those who awaken will eventually step down from the Golden Throne. Finally, let me say this: technology is accelerating! 'Solar Tomahawk', 'Thor Mech', 'Arc Generator', 'Hyperspace Rail', 'Warp Drive', 'Cybercles', 'Aether Phase Drive', 'The Reincarnation of the Om Messiah'. That's all—'Made in Stellaris!' Serious version: Leon, who traveled to the remote Warhammer of the M32 era, became a soulless being. With the knowledge he had gained from many other science fiction works before his travels, he transformed himself into a priest of the Mechanicum. While replicating the technologies of various other worlds in the Warhammer universe, he began to spread the light of reason brought by the truth and technology of the Empire in this cesspool of a universe. He punched the greenskins, kicked the Chaos, gathered the traitor legions, and reshaped the future of mankind... In theory, this is how it should have been. Looking at the closed gate of the Terra Palace in front of him, Leon said with tears in his eyes: "Open the door! I really am here to save the Emperor from the toilet!"

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."

The era of the decline and fall of the galaxy has arrived, and the power to destroy the world has gathered unprecedentedly.

The minions of the four evil gods are wreaking havoc in the real universe. The terrifying monsters and demon legions in the dark night of old have brought destruction and despair to countless human worlds.

In the darkness, a ray of light emerged.

Carrying countless human technologies, the soul from another world came back to life with the help of the body of the thirteenth parent and child of the imperial emperor.

The battle between humans and evil gods is rekindled.

In the name of the Emperor, countless human heroes gather again.

Blood and corpses will pave the way for the glory of mankind.

"As soon as I opened my eyes, you told me that human beings are about to die??"

In the dark fortieth millennium, in the Purgatory Galaxy. "Didn't you say that I could take the template of the End to Beng Tieshuang? Can you explain to me why we are here!!!" "Didn't you say we were going to the Galaxy!!!" "But not this Galaxy, and aren't you Hyperion? Why are you jumping on the Star Train?" "Don't waste time. If we want to go back, we need to keep exploring new worlds and laying star tracks." "???" Looking at the crazy modified version of Hyperion, Zhou Ye fell into silence. . Then he looked at the golden flames behind him. After a brief silence, Zhou Ye said... "Run, run quickly, I don't want to be caught by the yellow-skinned guy. That guy wants me to be the emperor of mankind. Can't I just bypass the subspace and lay the tracks directly? Is it that serious?"

[No romantic pairing + a comprehensive overview of the universe + no main character + a shocking spectacle across all realms + a chaotic hodgepodge]

The celestial canopy descended upon all realms, causing all the heavens to tremble!

Warhammer 40,000: The Imperium of Man is dying in the Galactic Blood War, the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne in vain, Primarchs betray him one after another, and the Chaos God whispers! Loyalty and betrayal weave a tragic epic!

Lord of Mysteries: In the mist-shrouded steam age, mortals pilgrimage to godhood by consuming potions! The struggle for the order of things twists madly, the Great Old Ones awaken silently, and the countdown to the apocalypse has begun!

Mysterious Resurgence: Ghosts and monsters have resurfaced globally, and vengeful spirits have brought a new rule of killing! Mortals fight ghosts with ghosts, harnessing evil spirits to seek a glimmer of hope! Who are the ghosts? Who are the humans? Despair spreads across the globe!

The audience across countless worlds went completely mad: "A world even more sanity-destroying than Warhammer has appeared!" "The potion pathway is more terrifying than Chaos Corruption!" "The Ghostly Rule System is unsolvable? Can the Bolt Gun solve it?" "These worlds are more insane and desperate than the last!"

When the Astartes of Warhammer encounter the mysterious Sequence Path... When the Emperor of the Golden Throne gazes upon the mysteriously resurrected vengeful spirit... Who will be the darkest and most despairing world in the universe?

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...

Wayne, a time traveler, traveled to Nostramo in the Warhammer universe and became a powerful aristocratic capitalist. He was thinking that his life would just go on like this when the Primarch's cultivation chamber fell from the sky, smashed through Wayne's adamantine barrier, and appeared in the factory. At this time, Wayne knew that his chance to adopt the Primarch had come.

[A Great Filial Piety] + [The Third Reich] + [Abstract Man] + [Brotherly Love] [The New Emperor's Authorized History] + [Not Chaos, But Worse Than Chaos] Under the temptation of the Four Gods, an internal struggle within the Empire - the Horus Heresy.

It is about to begin, and the fate of mankind is heading towards despair.

Until - the eleventh Primarch named Francis Crick resurrected.

Lord of Change: He is not in my plan.

Blood God: Why doesn't he even look at me.

Lord of Corruption: He is so nice!

He can drink whatever I make!

King of Debauchery: I can't stand him when I see him... Faced with something he has never seen before, Francis has only one sentence

When Roland opened his eyes, he was stunned. There was no heaven or hell, only the hell of the hive city, smelling of engine oil and rust, and the numb report of the attendant: "My lord, the lower levels are out of food again." He started on a broken planet, his subjects so hungry that they gnawed on moss.

Fortunately, there is a cheat for time travel!

A screen flashed before my eyes: [Mission: Plant 1000 units of corn! Reward: Water Purification Blueprint!]

As Chaos warbands burn, slaughter, and plunder across the galaxy, as green-skinned orcs roar "Waaagh!", and as Tyranids devour the stars...

Governor Roland is leading his hungry ghost subjects in the iron ruins of the hive city: building high walls, storing grain, constructing warships, and slowly becoming king!

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!