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.

This book is also known as: *Blood Sacrifice to the God-Emperor*, *The Second Empire, Starting with Slaanesh, Has No Secrets*, and *Your Majesty, Please Abdicate*. When you arrive in a corrupt and decadent empire, sold into slavery in the arena, will you rely on blood and glory to overthrow the entire empire, or will you indulge in the carnal pleasures of noble and aloof ladies, beautiful and sexy female knights, elegant and alluring countesses, charming and beautiful duchesses, wild and fiery centaurs, bewitching drow elves, and graceful and elegant high elves? Or will you rely on intrigue to add a song of treachery to this corrupt empire? Or perhaps, the song of life can also be played in the crucible of humanity. For Asmodel, this is not important. Because, you just mentioned secrets, right?

Being an Astartes isn't all about fighting and killing. To run a successful Chapter, one must also be worldly-wise and empathetic. Prejudices are as heavy as a mountain. Yet, the outside world's stereotypes about the Warhammer universe are always right. How can we build the Imperium of Mankind with these insects? We must build the Imperium of Mankind with these insects! From recruit to Chapter Master, a Space Marine will never admit to partial brain necrosis. Yet, from the Emperor to the Four Gods, the mighty powers of the Warp always want to make life easy for everyone. The holy God-Emperor once declared that he was not a god. Kaz Samar expressed complete indifference to the human gods' insistence on saying he wasn't a god. He kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes, I bow when I'm due, I kneel when I'm due." After centuries of hard work, Kaz finally became Chapter Master and was at his desk, writing his memoirs, attempting to record his eventful life for the Imperium. Then, a brash recruit barged into his room. "Chapter Master, promethium is half price in the next sector!" Alas, even the Imperium's demigods can't escape the chores of food, clothing, and daily necessities. He put down his personal memoirs and pulled out his chapter account book. Is there much in the bank? Not much.

"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!"

Lin Hao, a commoner genius (whose core is a Paradox Interactive war criminal), enters the Empire's highest academy, where he falls in love with and clashes with the effeminate princess Jiang Yao. As the "Great Age of Exploration" sweeps across the universe, he awakens the [Star Domination System], gaining access to green-skinned units and the power to rotate magnetic fields. Using the Pantheon to synthesize an evil god, he summons players of the Fourth Calamity, writing his own "war criminal" legend in interstellar space with both absolute rationality and chaotic methods. Ultimately, he uncovers the mystery of his origins and confronts the ultimate annihilation of the 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?"

In the distant 40th millennium

The dream of humanity's golden age has vanished like a wisp of smoke.

A unique era has arrived, and this weak "god" merges with an outsider who was unexpectedly drawn into the conflict.

The combination of the two of them is actually that they're afraid of dying?

And silence and death—that is the Krieg Death Legion.

An intern political commissar was "lucky" enough to be promoted to a full-fledged position in this corps.

The political commissar, who was afraid of death, made up his mind to live.

However... his impression of the Death Legion was not as the rumors suggested.

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(A mix of sweetness and heartbreak, focusing solely on pure love)

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!! ...

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!

Regrets always exist in life, but what are the regrets of Warhammer 40k?

Is it the prayers of mortals before their deaths? Is it the cannon fodder of the Astra Militarum, who bravely face death? Is it the eternal war faced by the Astartes? Is it the loyalty and betrayal of the Primarchs? Is it the final psychic energy given by the hero Malcador? Or is it the Emperor clinging to the Golden Throne?

The New Year's bell of 42k blew away the great rift in the corrupt empire. The Blood Ravens waited for the Primarch to return home, and humanity began its counterattack from this moment on!

Now that the God-Emperor of Li Zhaocheng has returned, let's see how he kicks the Tau Army, punches the Eldar, hammers the Greenskins, slashes the Undead with his sword, drives out Chaos, and destroys the Zerg.

"Eliminate the aliens, recover our territory, and make humanity great again!"

(By Disciples of Tzeentch)