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!

He was transported to Warhammer 40k, but Shen Ping didn't cry like a jerk who'd had his toes stepped on.

Because his hanger is a bit too big.

A nascent virtual realm, omnipotent spiritual energy, a rudimentary yet highly efficient wish-granting panel.

"Darkness, despair, and a future where only war remains?"

"Then it's my turn to save everything!"

"To restore humanity's glory is our inescapable duty!"

Starting from this feudal planet, let's stir up the entire universe!

The author has already completed a two-million-word novel, a testament to their integrity. Time travel isn't unusual, but Trevor finds himself being watched by a barrage of comments after his own transmigration—and not just watched, but transmigrated again while being watched! This is a story about a protagonist forced to adventure under the watchful eyes of a barrage of comments. [Trevor, how did you transmigrate again?]... Trevor: "What's with this bunny girl from Resident Evil in front of me?"

[Building a space elevator is perfectly reasonable for a film like *The Wandering Earth*, right?] [Movie cutting-edge technology + *The Wandering Earth* + Film industry]

Having traveled to a parallel world, Liu Lang graduated from film school and obtained a film technology system, enabling him to create film and television works that could manifest in the real world.

Faced with the dominance of traffic stars and the decadent film and television industry under the fan economy, Liu Lang resolutely chose to shoot a science fiction film.

Starting with The Wandering Earth, he gradually built his science fiction universe.

When people questioned whether Chinese people could make good science fiction films, or even whether China had any fertile ground for science fiction films to survive.

A space elevator, reaching a height of 90,000 kilometers, appeared at Liu Lang's film shooting base.

"I'm a sci-fi film director. It's reasonable for me to create some high-tech movie props in order to pursue details, right?"

Faced with the arrival of the Dragon Kingdom Academy of Sciences and numerous high-ranking officials from the Strategic Administration, Liu Lang could only helplessly shrug and explain.

Along with the release of his works, cutting-edge technologies such as exoskeleton armor, heavy nuclear fusion planetary engines, and 550 series intelligent AI have also emerged.

China's technology also advanced by leaps and bounds, entering the interstellar era.

Chen Xing: Hey everyone, I really want to play Stellaris, but seeing aliens makes me nauseous. Is it still possible to get into it? Emperor: Yes, bro, you can! ---------------------------------- (ps: This story is based on the author's personal experience, with just a little embellishment (●'◡'●))

[Farming and Development] [War and Plunder] [Interdimensional Invasion]

waaagh!

Traverse a world teeming with gods, wielding the war dragon banner, and grow stronger with every fight! Even the timid mushroom man can evolve into a gigantic orc!

Orc boy—Brutal Orc—Dark Orc—Big Orc—Orc Warlord, born and raised in the land, delighted by war!

More numerous than swarms of insects, stronger than dragons, and armed with weapons more powerful than dwarves, let the green tide engulf the world! waaagh!

Ren Zhile transmigrated, taking the Red Alert: Mental Omega System with him to Terra.

Of course, it's neither Rhea nor Holy Terra.

It's Terra.

In this place, Oripathy ravages the land, war rages on, and natural disasters rage.

But don't worry, he has a system that allows him to deploy units within Mental Omega.

With these powerful units, they should be able to fight against any nation in Terra, right?

Koschke: "When he captured Talulah, I thought he was after Talulah, but when I saw a few bald men with strange helmets coming over, I should have realized he was after me!"

[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!"

Liu Lang, who traveled through the Wandering Earth and became the planet's will, originally only wanted to quietly observe this 2,500-year journey.

Unexpectedly, I was drawn into the Civilization Trial game.

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My name is Liu Lang. I am the behind-the-scenes power holder of the UEG United Government, the master of the artificial intelligence Moss, and the benevolent father of billions of homeless people.

Flowers adorn the branches for the sake of blue skies 2,500 years from now.

We're at war with zombies, aliens, insectoids, behemoths, mutants, and superheroes from another dimension...!

(The theme is interdimensional war between civilizations; the protagonist's existence can be ignored after chapter 15.)

They're all loyal when you talk about it, but they won't go when you ask. This statement perhaps best reflects the reality of the Warhammer world.

It contains so much passion and romance between men, but even more so, endless despair.

Zhou Bin, this unlucky fellow, simply joined a Warhammer 40K fan group by chance, watched a few short videos recommended by them, and, following their advice, reluctantly shouted a few words of loyalty in the group. Before he knew it, he had been transported to the world of Warhammer 40K.

He became one of the countless ordinary people in this world, and how will he struggle to survive in this universe full of malice towards humanity?