Xie Yong, a poor wage earner, found himself in prison after waking up from a sleep, but this was not an ordinary prison... As for why it was not ordinary, he did not understand, because he was just an Ogryn ape-man. That's right, it was the legal sub-human Ogryn ape-man designated by the Ministry of Military Affairs. At the same time, it was also a coin with a slightly larger denomination in the hands of the Human Emperor. Although he was imprisoned, fortunately he still had a system in his head. Just want me, an Ogryn ape-man, to understand the prompts of the system? ! Hahaha, why don't you let Tzeentch teach me to count to the number 9? What? I can really count to 9! Hello! System, this mission is completed

Imperial Chronicler: May I ask why you chose the Space Wolves Chapter?

Baldur Ironhammer: Because I was thrown there.

Imperial Chronicler: What do you think is the greatest strength of the noble Primarch?

Baldur Ironhammer: He is kind to his own people.

Imperial Chronicler: How did you become so powerful?

Baldur Ironhammer: The investment I made with my own ability and my own efforts.

Imperial Chronicler: How do you respond to the accusations of the Imperial High Lords that you are hiding a secret?

Baldur Ironhammer: Wait a moment.

Baldur picked up the communicator and dialed a number: Tell the Thirteenth Company, I want to eat fish!

The story takes place in a different world where magic resources are strictly controlled by the mage class, and spellcasting is the exclusive privilege of the upper class. As a special group of beings, gene sorcerers possess psychic talents that allow them to cast spells without the need for magic circuits, but they are long suppressed by the mage forces.

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!

When I first time traveled, I thought I was simply traveling back in time, to a primitive era, when humanity had just emerged.

I also had superpowers and was immortal, so I could return to the 21st century alive.

But after a while, I found a child named Neos from a neighboring tribe whose parents had died.

Well, it wasn't a big deal. Besides, I'd never watched Warhammer and didn't know how serious this was.

Even if I had the Feng Aotian archetype, I'd probably end up like a clown in Warhammer!

What should I do? It was easy; I could become a god.

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.

Good news, it's Terra.

Bad news, it's Holy Terra.

After crossing over to Warhammer 40K, Alvin was desperate and cried like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on.

Wait... Alvin looked at the strange world with a blank face: "Hey, where the hell did I come from? Is this still the 40K universe?"

Alvin was surprised to find that he could travel back and forth between Warhammer and the universe!

So, he planned to give the universe a little "Warhammer" shock!

Trisolaran: I don't know, we just arrived on Earth, and hundreds of two-meter-tall men jumped in, shouting for the Emperor, and then cut down everyone they saw with their swords!

Alien: I was wrong, I shouldn't have provoked those monsters shouting "Waaaag" from the beginning!

Umbrella: What tyrant? I want Thunder Warriors!

Alvin: I trade with you to give you face. Since you don't give me face, don't blame me for turning hostile.

Come on, load the macro cannon, there are heretics here, extermination order!

After traveling to 30K, Wop thought he would just eat and wait for death, but he never thought that the Emperor would ask him to raise children. "Neos, they are your sons! You, as a father, give up and leave all the children to me? How can you be a father like this?" "Horus, you are the son of the First Return, the Emperor's favorite son, why are you looking for me? Don't come over!" "Perturabo, what are you doing? Put me down, I want to stay with Sanguinius!" "Shell, stop Angron quickly, he wants to read my mind! What? You said you also want to know who my favorite child is?" "I told you I'm not your father!"

Forty-two millennia later, the entire empire is caught in an endless war. The human empire tries its best to maintain its rule, while facing the fierce invasion of alien races, the secret sabotage of chaos sects, and internal corruption and power struggles. The former AI forces (Iron Man) were almost completely wiped out in past wars, but as an intelligent commanding Iron Man that was accidentally activated, Axe is inevitably involved in the entanglement of various forces.

In the distant, mist-shrouded star system lies the planet Mordovia—a forgotten fragment tucked away in the Empire's fringes, perpetually veiled beneath oppressive leaden clouds. Across its surface, towering hive cities rise like monstrous steel behemoths, spewing acrid smog into the skies. Between these urban sprawls stretch vast wastelands of festering ruins and toxic marshes, their putrid stench a testament to the planet's decay.