In the year 522, Zhao Yi stepped onto the stage of history. Born of humble origins, he rose like a meteor through extraordinary martial prowess and wisdom. The old kingdom, prosperous and magnificent, maintained its unparalleled majesty. The powerful and wealthy reveled in luxury, while the oppressed masses, like seeds sprouting from cracks in the rocks, silently grew. Justice was dead, ideals were dead. People measured everything, including themselves, by wealth. Virtual games, chemical ecstasy, the welfare state, and Keynesianism could only delay the inevitable crisis. When the Great Retribution arrived, the heavens would unleash their fury, shifting the stars and changing constellations. "I conquer the galaxy with force, I judge the world with conscience." "I enjoy the highest glory, and I also bear endless sins." "After the flames, all things are reborn." — This book will feature exciting space battles including space fighters, frigates, destroyers, cruisers, battlecruisers, battleships, Titans, and Overlords, covering basic flight, mech flight, and astral flight, including major events such as Void Realm exploration and natural disasters. This book stitches together the strengths of CK, Stellaris, EVE, and other excellent works I've worked on, and through reasonable deduction, depicts a magnificent panorama spanning billions of star systems in the Milky Way. Multiple female leads, no decorative characters, but relationships are often established before character development. The story unfolds at a slow pace, focusing on the protagonist's growth. All characters are intelligent and have their own logic. Standard update volume is 4K per day, with extra chapters added as needed. Please support me with donations; I will fulfill my promise of one chapter per alliance.

As the Hun's horses' hooves shattered the ice of the Rhine, the 16-year-old Roman farmer Marcus knew only two things: run, and revenge.

On the day his village burned to the ground, his parents' blood soaked his sandals, his sister's cries were swallowed by the barbarians' wild laughter. From a slave in the army to a blood-soaked centurion, he grasped the old centurion's sword and tore his way through the corrupt legions: officers fed the barbarians with rations, the emperor watched the flames of Rome drunkenly, and even the swords of Gothic mercenaries were sharper than Roman standards.

When the Vandals sacked the Eternal City, he dragged his dying sister out of the pile of corpses, but his only response was "Don't let Rome rot completely."

In 476, the last Western Roman emperor stepped down from the throne. Marcus stood among the broken pillars, the rust on his sword redder than the setting sun. The empire was dead, but the smoke from cooking stoves crushed by iron hooves, the sighs of dying veterans, the faded word "Rome" on the pages of books—he wanted to let them breathe a little longer in the setting sun.

This is not an epic about saving the world, but a story about a small person who uses his life to protect a spark of light in an era of collapse.

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.

[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...

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)

I came to space to realize my dream, but I was fighting pirates all day long. I wanted to retreat to the second line and become an instructor, and I started fighting with the Adjuster. Then I will show you what a regular army is, what is the real Federation ace, Gundam? Please understand, the Federation Army never wins by fighting alone.

When Lin Mo awoke in the Australian desert of a parallel world, the Red Alert system on his wrist became his only support. Starting from a lonely power plant, he proceeded step by step, building a steel base on the deserted red land, mass-producing equipment, cultivating oases, and etching the name "Spark" into the fabric of this continent.

Altaïr King was completely bewildered when he woke up to find himself transformed into a golden ear of corn in the Terran palace. It was common knowledge that being a member of the Imperial Guard was a high-risk profession. Especially in this dark and cruel future, the laughter of the evil gods was so piercing, and the claws of the aliens so menacing. Fate was capricious, cruel, and bloody, and he was now clad in radiant gold. He pondered whether he would end up being devoured by warp entities or roasted into popcorn by psionic energy, and then stepped out of his dark underground cell. The Imperial Guard was endangered, but not so easy to kill. Before facing his final fate, he still had a chance to begin his adventure. The burning galaxy was still far away, and the most serious problem this novice Imperial Guard now faced was—he was lost in the palace.

Good news! I traveled through time! They named me Shinji!

Bad news! I've traveled through time again!

Good news! It seems like it's modern times! I can finally go back to playing games and ordering takeout!

Bad news! I was born in a country where life is pretty good! I heard that Antarctica is melting! This doesn't sound good!

Good news! I—the lifelong friend of the legendary Azeroth Paladin Marcus, the Light of Dawn, Holy Highlord of the Knights of the Holy Light, the Uncrowned King, Grand Mage of Tirisfal, High Priest of the Voidlight Temple, Archbishop of Light and Shadow, Titan Slayer, Maw Walker, Guardian of the Laws of the Universe, Conqueror of the Void (all perish together)—a disciple of the Imperial God of Cangjian Villa. I'm Ye Han, also known by my courtesy name Hehua, and English name John. You can also call me Jehovah—fearless!

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.