Warhammer, Conrad's Apocryphal Book

In that despairing fiftieth millennium, the tentacles of the Great Devourer had swept across the galaxy, the space necromancers had returned, the new Tau Empire had risen, and the shadow of chaos remained.

In that final battle, all of the emperor's loyal sons returned.

However, even with a demigod leading the empire, it was still defeated.

When the last human fell beside the Golden Throne, the Emperor rose in despair, and the Dark Lord brought end and death to everything in the galaxy.

The warp bears witness forever; the mournful cry of the Dark Lord's birth was carried along by the surging waves of the warp to the glorious years of the Great Crusade.

And Conrad Coates, the emperor's most far-sighted son, saw all of this.

Warhammer 40K + A Galactic Tax Legend That Rocks the Universe!

While the rest of the galaxy settles debates with boltgun diplomacy, Levi Colonna wields the Imperial Tax Code instead! Armed with sacred tax tomes, using stellar energy as a calculator, and projecting legal edicts strong enough to block lance salvos, his data torrents shatter Chaos schemes.

This is the hardcore tax collector who dared to audit a corrupted world right next to Nurgle’s Garden!

"Audits stretch into the Warp, tax collections spark Chaos uprisings!"

With one hand, Levi reclaims trillions in unpaid tithes—with the other, he purges corruption. And he’ll make the entire galaxy understand:

The Tithe is not theft—it’s the Emperor’s holy blessing!

"The Imperium may tolerate heresy… but it will NEVER tolerate tax evasion!"

The Great Galactic Audit Begins!

"First, I beseech Holy King Guilliman! Second, I beseech Les to possess me! Third, I beseech Grand Marshal Leon! May the Emperor manifest and sweep away the evil spirits! May my left shoulder be benevolent and righteous! May my right shoulder be righteous and benevolent! May the treacherous and horrible aid me! May the false emperor, the great villain, be annihilated!" Looking at the weak human before him, babbling incoherently before the two armies, his eyes rolling back and his body convulsing, an aura of unspeakable loyalty emanated from this human and spread throughout the battlefield. The onlookers, from powerful demon lords to imperial auxiliary soldiers and accompanying priests, all involuntarily took three steps back, their faces showing simultaneous terror. "I told you! These warlock cultists are pathetic!" Li Lian, who himself didn't know what had possessed him this time, gave a smug smile to the restless archbishop not far away. "See that? This is the mysterious power from the East!" "Alas! Your Excellency the Archbishop, and that incredibly strong Governor possessed by the Demon Prince! Don't run away!"

This is a world of elves, magic, machines, and gods. This is the world of Warhammer 40,000. As a lucky transmigrator, he is the heir to a kingdom, but at the same time, he is the expensive currency of the Old Man, a Primarch with the essence of the Warp.

Now his old man Huang has arrived.

In the 30th millennium, the first cry of the youngest god of the High Heavens dispersed the turbulence of the Warp. A brief period of calm followed, but the Warp was ravaged by the Iron Rebellion, Warp storms, and the isolation of human worlds. Xenomorphs took advantage of the chaos, threatening humanity's survival. At this critical juncture, the great Emperor unified Holy Terra, the cradle of humanity, and led 20 Space Marine Legions on the Great Crusade. Humanity's destiny was rising. A Warhammer enthusiast from the 2K era, Yun Lei, transmigrated into the body of the young Primarch, Clarke. Would humanity's fate unfold as the Emperor had envisioned?

[Warhammer Second Legion Fanfiction] The writing style is roughly ensemble cast.

In the darkness of the forty-first millennium, the Second Legion, having been erased of everything, began their grand plan.

Chaos reigns; no one in the empire knows the full extent of their plans.

And when they reach the forty-first millennium, nearing their end, they will shock the entire universe.

And it all began to be told by a scavenger from a nest city...

"I'm not asking you to remain within the Cursed's stasis barrier forever. I'm not a demon. However, the Star Sea Punishment, the ultimate solution to the remnants of hundreds of thousands of years of the War in Heaven, is to kill all intelligent life and detonate the universe. What does that mean? What's wrong with your moral sense as an intelligent being? You just spent a year becoming Planet Master, didn't you? If you keep going like this, you'll be a sector leader in ten, galactic overlord in twenty, and dark matter collector in thirty. Finally, you'll build an etheric engine to exterminate all life in the universe. As reflections of all intelligent life in this galaxy, the five of us must stop you. Seriously." Leon: "What are you talking about? Etheric Engine activated! Blow this shithole to ash!" ————————————————————...

(Warhammer 40k, search, attack, retreat, loot the gold, run and knife the rat, snipe the rat, hoard the rat.)

After the battle between the Imperial Planetary Defense Forces and the rebels, a large number of reports were scattered across the battlefield. Li Qinwu, who possessed the search, attack, and withdrawal system, began his own land grabbing business.

The laser gun of a fallen soldier? Take it, it fired level 3 ammo.

Shell armor? Take it! It's a level 4 armor.

Wow! The explosive pistol of the fallen political commissar! It fired level 5 rounds!

The destroyed Leman Rustamsk actually yielded a large gold tank battery!

Take them all back to the Underworld hideout! Sell them to various gang contacts to exchange for building materials and upgrade the hideout.

The hideout manufactures sophisticated machine guns and high-powered batteries. Wearing six sets of power armor, it launches a fierce attack on heretics on the battlefield, increases the Emperor's favorability, and ascends to the Golden Toilet!

At the end of the Terran Unification Wars, the God-Emperor's offspring was cast across the galaxy by a Warp storm. The Emperor's Great Crusade unfolded across the galaxy under the watchful eyes of the Four Gods, foreshadowing the future of humanity. For unknown reasons, an alien soul arrived in Warhammer, becoming the Clown Primarch, Mortarion.

[Natural disaster + mass production of troops + no female lead + decisive killing + four races of heroes + savior] As usual, young Fang Yun finished a game of Warcraft III, and the water cup next to him inexplicably spilled on the keyboard. A burst of lightning illuminated the dormitory, and Fang Yun regained consciousness.

"It's over! Five hundred worlds!"

It turns out that Fang Yun has arrived in the Warhammer 40k era.

So Tzeentch! Khorne! Nurgle! Slaanesh! And that false emperor sitting high on a golden toilet!

Let the Scourge send you on your way!!!