[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]

The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.

Who can reverse this doomed fate?

"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"

"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"

"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"

A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.

When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.

The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:

"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"

"From this day forward, I am the savior!"

"Waaaaagh!"

[Sequence][Sect Cult][Farming][Group Portrait][Darkest Dungeon]

The stars gradually returned to their correct orbits.

Hamlet, a dilapidated town located at the center of the universe.

The great Mayor Yang Wei-li was welcomed.

[Readers can submit characters + ensemble cast + unlimited resources + exciting team battles] Rick transmigrates to Warhammer 40K and arrives in the demon world of Calem. Just as he is about to be killed by Abaddon's claw, he awakens a wishing system.

Wish 1: Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Editor.

Wish 2: Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket.

Wish 3: Conceptual God-level Healing Spell: Healing, Resurrection, Purification, Modification of Will!

Wish 4: Conceptual God-level Replication Technique: The ability to replicate anything with a simple touch.

[Ding! Host detected as too shameless, system is unbinding..........]

Abaddon: Huh? Why aren't you dead?

Rick: Because I am immortal!

Emperor: Could you help me restore my damaged body?

Rick: Yellow weasel, you can't afford the price I'm going to pay.

Vashtor: Please, please let me see that prop again! I'll do anything you ask!

Rick: Sure, but you'll have to join my Third Reich Equipment Research and Development Bureau first.

Khorne: You're very strong, join me.

Rick: What are you barking about? Take this Psionic Blow!

Tzeentch: It's all fate...

Rick: Riddler, take this Psionic Bullet!

Nurgle: You bastard! Give me back Isa!

Rick: What do you mean "your"? That's my wife! Take this Psionic Bullet!

Isa, the Goddess of Life: Our daughter has run off again with the props you gave her.

Rick: It's okay, the kids will come back on their own when they're tired of playing.

The Silent King: Please save my entire clan.

Rick: No problem, be my henchman and henchman and I'll save your entire clan.

Hive Will: There's a cheater in this world!

Rick: All you bugs, die!

[Warhammer + Fanfic + Alternate Lore + Comedy + System]

College student Yan Yue transmigrated into the body of a Space Marine Centurion—only to discover he’s now leading the last remnants of the Luna Wolves, a legion trapped in the Warp for 10,000 years.

When their battle barge escapes the ruins of Cadia, Yan Yue and his ancient Long War veterans emerge into a galaxy gone mad:

The Imperium is rotting with corruption,

The Inquisition wants them dead,

And his "Loyalty Meter" System keeps pinging: "Bro, maybe don’t mention you served Horus?"

Armed with pre-heresy drip, two layers of PTSD, and a darkly hilarious misunderstanding aura, this accidental warlord must either:

✓ Redeem his legion’s name,

✓ Conquer the Throneworld for giggles, or

✓ Die spectacularly when the Black Templars find him.

The Emperor’s finest? More like… the galaxy’s worst book club.

A hazy consciousness awakens from nothingness and sees only one ant.

If you are born like an ant, you should have the ambition of a swan!

From the ground to the blue sky to the stars and the sea

From ants to zerg to interstellar natural disasters.

Starting from the ant colony, step by step to reach the top of the starry sky!

【daily farming text 】

【early mutation evolution, late climbing technology tree 】

[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!"

Tags: [Warhammer] [Godslaying] [Combat] [Blood-Pumping] [Not Exactly Lighthearted]

Who is Wang Shao?

Just another nameless extra in the grand drama of deicide—the first cannon fodder to die when Lin Qiye made his entrance.

But death was only the beginning.

His soul hurtled through the void, reborn in the nightmarish crucible of the Warhammer universe. There, he learned the only truth that matters: In the face of annihilation, you trust your own strength—or you perish.

Through fire and blood, he ascended to become one of the Emperor’s chosen—a Salamanders Space Marine, clad in adamantium and faith.

Until betrayal cast him into the abyss.

Yet by the caprice of the Warp, Wang Shao awoke back on Earth, days before Lin Qiye’s fateful arrival.

This time, the so-called "gods" of this world will burn.

"I am the Emperor’s Angel of Death—and their end has come."

Transmigrating to Warhammer 30,000, Lu Heng was astonished to find that while others transmigrated to become Primarchs, Space Marines, or at best, mortal governors or Emperor's Chosen, why was he the Butcher's Nail?! Since that's the case, he decided to set a small goal: to make Khorne his own Chosen! "Angron Unit 2! Go berserk!" "Look, that's your father! Let me chop him down!" When the Emperor saw Angron expressing reluctance to remove the Butcher's Nail and frantically recommending it to his brothers, he felt that his progeny had finally gone mad! Angron retorted, "I don't know either! They just started calling me Ohm Messiah for no reason!" "Oh! I'm not a Legion Commander, I'm just Angron Unit 2." This book is also known as *Angron Operation Manual*, *Pilot and Angron Unit 2!*, and *The Gospel Nail of the New Century!*

This is an age of humanity's resurgence! After countless trials and tribulations, a great being known as the Emperor is formally attempting to rebuild the glory of the human race. But on the other side of the material universe, the Chaos Gods have long since regarded humanity as their main course... In this dark and terrifying cosmos, the only future is war!

That is, until the soul of an ancient Terran, named Osiris, arrives in the Warhammer universe and into the body of Lycaeus. The threads of destiny begin to intertwine. Can this outsider turn the tide for a humanity whose fate is already sealed?

For now, Osiris knows nothing of this. He's staring blankly at the mining pick in his hand...

"Damn it, hasn't Corax's amniotic pod landed yet? I don't want to mine anymore!!!!" Sandman stares into the pitch-black mine and falls into a profound silence...

"The sequence is indeed powerful, but every step is like walking on thin ice; it's too manipulative. Do you have a simpler yet more powerful extraordinary power you could recommend?" "Yes, brother, yes, have you heard of Adaptive Evolution?" "You're right, but that's Adaptive Evolution. It ignores the path, ignores madness. As long as you practice, you'll become stronger; as long as you don't die, you can adapt to everything. Once evolution starts, it's like...ahhh!!!" "What madness? What loss of control? I don't understand. I thought it was the second form? Talk to my Adaptive Evolution." "I forgot the beginning, I forgot the end, I forgot the middle, anyway, we're all trying our best to live!" "I've tried so hard, how are you still alive?" Awakening from the deep sea, Skardin opened his eyes to this world: the steel behemoths of the old world spewed thick smoke, sweeping across like a torrent under the emperor's command...