A mortal was chosen by the Ultramarines and underwent nineteen genetic modifications to become a Space Marine. Since then, he and his team have faced the Tyranids, the Green Orcs, fought against the evil god Slaanesh, eliminated the rebels, and forged brotherhood and glory in the brutal war.

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.

In the 40th millennium, humanity teeters on the brink of destruction, and the universe pervades with eternal war. Within the Warp, the Dark Gods whisper, engaging in their never-ending grand game, manipulating the course of fate. The unexpected arrival of a stranger unleashes a wave of change that deviates from the predetermined destiny. Doom Slayer! May your sword drink the blood of your enemies, and may your name resound throughout the universe.

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!

Wang Ming was teleported to the Warhammer 40k universe full of monsters and demons by the saint on the golden toilet. The system that was originally intended to bind him self-destructed after giving him an immortal body with the power of the Primarch (real immortality). Then Wang Ming started his suicidal journey in 40k with the "legacy" of the system. Among the stars of 40k, there appeared a neurotic unknown Primarch and an unknown legion speaking Chinese.

After the failure of the Horus Heresy, the Chaos Legions retreated into the Eye of Terror. Among them, the Iron Warriors Legion's quickly raised troops, Peter and his brothers, broke away from the Legion and formed their own warband, the "Forged in Steel" Brothers.

"We are no longer 'hasty recruits,' no longer expendable, no longer Iron Warriors, no longer slaves to Perturabo. We are now the 'Forged in Steel' Brothers."

"And this is my battle axe, 'The Blood of Crassus.' The Blood of Crassus will have its vengeance.

This is an age of humanity's resurgence! After countless trials and tribulations, a great being known as the Emperor is formally attempting to rebuild the glory of the human race. But on the other side of the material universe, the Chaos Gods have long since regarded humanity as their main course... In this dark and terrifying cosmos, the only future is war!

That is, until the soul of an ancient Terran, named Osiris, arrives in the Warhammer universe and into the body of Lycaeus. The threads of destiny begin to intertwine. Can this outsider turn the tide for a humanity whose fate is already sealed?

For now, Osiris knows nothing of this. He's staring blankly at the mining pick in his hand...

"Damn it, hasn't Corax's amniotic pod landed yet? I don't want to mine anymore!!!!" Sandman stares into the pitch-black mine and falls into a profound silence...

[30k to 40k, some semi-apocryphal content, no female protagonist, loyalty, not a "wish fulfillment" story]"

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

"We were never soldiers... In their eyes, we were made to be the personification of rage. In their eyes, we must exist only for destruction. But we were once his companions. We were the ones he trusted. We were his advisors, his artisans. We were a glimpse of what this species could become if guided correctly, freed from its own malice and weakness. Of course, we were also taught how to fight. He knew that war was coming. It was a necessary step for ascension.

Expedition! Expedition!! The Great Crusade!!!

The days of humanity barely surviving under the oppression of xenos and Chaos are over. Furious, humanity is determined to recreate the glory of the Golden Age.

The grievously wounded and dying Emperor of Mankind has healed his injuries and risen to face the enemy. The Lord of the Crimson Torrent roars as he returns from the Warp.

Forward! Nothing can stop the march of our great renaissance!

Forward! The unyielding human civilization, fighting against heaven and earth, swears to restore its former glory!

Forward! Unite, and unite again! We will liberate the entire galaxy!

I thought it was the main god space, but it turned out to be the subspace.

I thought it was the main god light ball, but it turned out to be the emperor light ball.

Others rely on development for technology, but he relies on archaeology.

One day, while he was doing archaeology, he was suddenly invited to a "hyperdimensional channel".

In the NieR world: 2B said that the *function has been upgraded, so you're welcome to *.

In the AldnoahZero world: The Martian princess hopes that he will be the "yellow-haired" to marry.

In the Black Bullet world: The president of the female high school of the police company covets his golden toilet.

In the High School of the Dead world: The kendo girl is willing to kill all enemies for him.

In the Oreimo world: The Fallen Saint Black Cat calls for a fleet and wants to drive a Gundam.

Final Fantasy: Tifa.......

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