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.

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?

A brief summary: A reality warper from the Foundation world is recruited by yellow-haired weasels and transported to the Warhammer universe, embarking on a journey to save humanity. ——— Roan stroked his chin, looking at the handsome young man before him with tanned skin, long black hair, and a golden laurel wreath. "...You mean you're going to take me away from this world to a new universe to start a new life?" "That's right, that universe is wonderful, a fantasy world where humans, elves, orcs, undead, demons, and many other races coexist." My requirements are simple. As the hero I've chosen, you only need to help humanity defeat the demons and the evil god behind them. "I believe this task won't be difficult for a reality warper who can manipulate reality at will, almost to the point of wish fulfillment..."

Upon waking, Lin finds himself no longer human, but transported to the Warhammer 40K universe, becoming the consciousness of a newly born Tyranid hive, bound to a mysterious "Fourth Scourge System." Faced with this dark universe filled with madness and destruction, the only hope for survival lies in using the system to summon players from Earth, making them believe it's just a "100% immersive game," and harnessing their absurdity and passion. Thus, the most chaotic swarm in Warhammer history is born: on one side, monstrous aliens devouring everything; on the other, player consciousnesses flooding forums, researching unconventional tactics, and shouting "For the Horde!" Watch as the mastermind behind it all, Lin, guides this "Fourth Scourge," sweeping across the stars and utterly distorting the already despairing universe!

[30k to 40k words, some semi-pseudo-scripture content, no female lead, loyalty, not a wish-fulfillment story]

Hermes: "Horus, my friend, death is not the end!"

We were never soldiers… In their eyes, we were destined to be embodiments of rage. In their eyes, we were born only for destruction. But we were his companions. We were those he trusted. We were his advisors, his craftsmen. We were a glimpse into what this species could become when properly guided and freed from the shackles of its own evil and weakness. Of course, we were also taught how to fight. He knew war was imminent. It was a necessary part of ascension, though it was destined to be impermanent. We are the guardians of the new era, and must be strong enough to ensure its safety.”

[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...

"What did you say?" Abaddon exclaimed, both shocked and furious. "We've been boarded?! And by a bunch of mortals?!"

“Yes, sir.” A Chaos Space Marine wiped the cold sweat from his brow. “They are too strange. If we don’t send reinforcements soon, our defenses will be breached! Sir, I suggest you evacuate first…”

"Shut up!" Abaddon roared. "Who are we? We are the Black Legion! We have launched thirteen expeditions, each one dealing a fatal blow to the Empire! We are the Empire's eternal nightmare! And now, are we to retreat before a few mortals?"

"Assemble the troops immediately! I will make those arrogant bastards die here! Let the Empire know that we..."

"Bang!" "Rip rip rip!!!" "Boom!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge ceiling collapsed, and on it, the corpses of Space Marines were piled up like mountains. On the mountaintop, several figures, bathed in the aura of blood, looked down.

Under Abaddon's shocked gaze, a man carrying a halberd looked around at him and said, "You're Abaddon, aren't you?"

"In the name of humanity, we bring you to trial, traitor!"

In the 41st millennium, my planet Cadia was rated as the most habitable planet for humans, with a birth rate that once reached a terrifying 35%. And I made an indelible contribution to this. Even the renowned mass production expert Guilliman once brought a team of experts to seek his advice. "A plant that was extinct long ago, existing only in the 2K era of ancient Terra, how is this possible?" The accompanying personnel were dumbfounded, staring at the fields of carrots and potatoes. "By the God of Machines, a lump of iron without wires or energy can move freely, and even possesses a machine soul." The Cult of Mechanics stood before the iron golem legion, their hands trembling uncontrollably. "This thing is so much better than the STC template." The priest stroked the workbench, his electronic eyes fixed on the crafting recipe. "A device similar to the Web?" Guilliman looked up at the massive Hell Gate made of obsidian, watching the interstellar cargo ships coming and going. Finally, all four of them turned to Zhou Ke and exclaimed in unison, "How did you do that?" Zhou Ke coughed, his expression serious. "These achievements are all thanks to my persistent efforts!" Then he changed the subject, "Of course, the invaluable help from Minecraft and its mods is indispensable." From single-target control to infinite water, mechanical power to iron magic, Tinker's Construct to advanced enchantments... This is the story of a Minecraft player skillfully using traits and mods to 'persecute' the entire Warhammer universe.

"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!"

[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!!!