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!! ...

Traveling to troubled times wasn't a stroke of lightning; it was their own choice. Some aspired to reign supreme, others to liberate the people from their plight, and still others, through their own strength, to prevent the final barbaric conquest of civilization and thus rewrite the history of the Chinese nation. Of course, others simply desired to have three wives and four concubines, and to lead a life of extreme decadence unattainable in this world. This group of ordinary people, divided and divided in their ambitions, possessed neither the body of a tiger, nor the aura of a tortoise, nor the props of mental retardation. Crammed together in a chaotic huddle on an old ship, they possessed only modern machinery, technology, and a myriad of theories. Carrying ambitions, dreams, and ideals unattainable in this world, these time travelers journeyed towards the chaotic world of the late Ming Dynasty. Their destination: Hainan.

The Outland God Anaric has many names. It is the evil god recognized by the secular world, the polluter of the world, the corrupter of souls, the invisible and intangible darkness and the end, leading everything to the end of collapse and extinction. The last time Anaric came to reality, all babies born within eleven years had no self-awareness, and only deformed bodies continued to devour and excrete endlessly.

However, believers who worship it claim that Anaric is the true god, the only god who has no origin and is not created, and has always existed. The gods that are widely worshipped today are nothing more than demons born from the breath of the true gods. To believe in them is to destroy the freedom of one's own soul.

Cesar doesn't know which is true and which is false, but Anaric's path has been like a bone-eating poison, filling his soul with madness. It is forcing him to step into the fate of the shadow of the evil god step by step.

Corruption is spreading, madness is spreading in people's hearts, religious disputes have set off wars of unprecedented intensity and scale, and various races are slaughtering each other with fanatical emotions, causing war, looting, plague, famine and death all over the world, and giving birth to more and more twisted evil things.

Who can be the savior? Anyone can, but he definitely can't.

Having traversed Warhammer 40K, I found myself on the day of the Fall of Cadia! The roar of chaos filled my ears, and before my eyes, the Astragalians were being used as cannon fodder and fed into a meat grinder, with a survival rate of only 0.00017%!

With the Awakened Historian System, I can sense historical moments, record key fragments, and even activate the "Limited Intervention Protocol"—summoning real-world players to bring the Fourth Calamity to this despairing universe!

When players, clad in Kadia armor, crawled out of piles of corpses, shouted "Let's fight the boss!" at the Chaos Egg, used the molten gun like a water gun, and outmaneuvered demons with chainswords, I realized: these guys didn't treat Hell as a battlefield at all; they only treated the Fall of Kadia as a 99.9% realistic, hardcore raid dungeon!

Rescuing dying Space Marines, seizing Legionary data, and leading the remnants to break through the chaos's iron heel—the radiation zone of the Rift Valley holds a path to survival, but also a more terrifying abyss.

All I can do is lead this group of crazy players and, before Cardia completely sinks, use the shady tactics of the Fourth Scourge to pry open a ray of light for the dark future of the human empire!

"Yang Yuan begs Prime Minister Qin to die!"

What evidence do you have to accuse Benjamin of being guilty?

"This is baseless!"

Yang Yuan, a media professional, accidentally travels to Lin'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty. Intending to return to his old profession and become the foremost crisis public relations expert in ancient times, he unexpectedly expands his territory, conquers the Xia and Jin dynasties, and reigns supreme over the land, becoming the emperor!

[Long March + Patriotism + Pinxixi System + Group Portrait + No CP]

A five-star chef traveled through time to the Long March and became a member of the kitchen team!

Holding billions of supermarkets! Carrying billions of supplies to serve the country!

The soldiers were starving, eating tree bark and chewing grass roots. It was heartbreaking!

As an excellent cook, you must ensure that the soldiers are well fed!

[Warriors, how long have you not eaten meat? Let's put fish in the pond and have some fish soup together!]

[Vitamin C deficiency causing mouth ulcers and scurvy? Sweet and sour orange trees appear in the wilderness!]

Are the soldiers seriously short of food? A 500-pound wild boar has been spotted in the wild! Exchange it for food!

[Is the snowy mountain cold? Quick! Warm clothes are coming!]

[The enemy is attacking from both sides and making it difficult to cross the river? Comrades! Get on board!]

When the warp is torn apart once again, will the Empire seize this rare opportunity, or will it continue to decline?

—When a new star god is born in the galaxy, he begins his mission to reinforce the space of the real universe.

—The Silent King of the Necromancers awakens, activating the "Blackrock Spire" to divide the "Dead Zone of Exorcism" in the warp, splitting the galaxy!

"The fate of the galaxy will once again take a turn!"

[Starship Troopers + Warhammer + Halo] Sometimes, we wonder if there are extraterrestrials in the known universe, and what lies beyond. After our battle with the Zerg, we came to know this terrifying species. We explored the universe, developed technology, until we found technology left behind by ancient humans. Why did these ancient humans disappear? Are these unknown civilizations powerful? How long will the racial wars continue...?

Terra, this sacred name. Luo Chen couldn't believe that he could come to this land, but why was it different from what the priests of the state religion said? Why are the people here all subhuman? What is the natural disaster? What is the mineral disease? And most importantly, why do those little bear people in Ursus dare to fly the Imperial Eagle Flag? This is heresy! (Although it looks different) No matter how chaotic it is here, he must protect the Emperor's holy artifacts, for the sake of Holy Terra! But Luo Chen suddenly realized that this seemed to be the second time he had traveled through time. I *Longmen swear* *Imperial Demonic Man swear* looked at the dragon lady in front of me with empty eyes and said: "Dear Miss Tallulah, can I lie here for a while?" "No!"

Spanning two decades, from the flames of Lordaeron to the secrets of the Shadowlands, the epic story of Azeroth has never ceased to be written. As the latest expansion, Darkest Night, unveils an ancient evil, I have journeyed to a war-torn Azeroth, becoming the figure both beautiful and perilous in my destiny. With a complete guide for the entire expansion, I gaze upon Illidan, exiled by his people, Arthas on the path of corruption, and the young new chieftain, Thrall... I know their fates, but what remains uncertain is: will my tiny butterfly, with its flapping wings, save them, or will it usher in even greater darkness? This time, the history of Azeroth falls to me.