Upon traversing Warhammer 40K, Livy awakens the "Soulless" trait, becoming the most despised warp insulator in the entire galaxy.

Bearing nothingness, merging with the dead.

It uses living metal to forge a body and imprisons the Star God as its source.

Transformed into the Silver Reaper, Li Wei vows to crush the endless sea of ​​insects with forbidden power, causing countless evil gods to fall in trembling fear.

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!! ...

In the Warhammer 40K universe at the end of the 41st millennium, the Imperium of Man is decaying and fragmented, its sectors are fragmented, the infiltration of Chaos forces is intensifying, the Tyranids' devouring fleets are approaching the borders of the Imperium, the Necromancer tombs are awakening one by one, and the Orks are still waging wars throughout the galaxy. The entire galaxy is shrouded in the heavy shadow of "the enemy of mankind".

The protagonist, Lin Yuan, comes from Earth in the 21st century. Due to an accident, he is caught in the warp turbulence and travels to the Cadian star system on the border of the Empire. His cheat ability, "Psionic Creation," is deeply bound to the psionic system of the Warhammer universe, but he also faces the fatal risk of being corrupted by chaos due to the erosion of the warp.

Warship design, manufacturing, and sales + Terra + farming + Eve + 40k + Lagrange + Star Wars + Angels

Development direction: Transport - Destroyer - Cruiser - Aircraft Carrier - Battleship - Titan - Megaship (some other ships may be added along the way, such as carrier-based aircraft).

Reference warships: Lagrange + 40k + Eve, etc.

The combat mode is 40k. If you can't accept that or want to see some awesome space battles, then forget it.

Transcending into the Warhammer world. The Middle Ages are a chaotic wasteland, with the shadow of eternal destruction looming over all timelines. The end is nigh, and the grand game of the Chaos Gods unfolds in the Middle Ages. Carrying a simulator, when faced with the choice between becoming Primal Chaos and the Watchers of Order, will you destroy or save the world? In the 40th millennium of Warhammer, endless war engulfs the entire galaxy. The Emperor is long gone, buried on the Golden Throne. The Astragalus and Astartes have paid a heavy price; even the Primarch's return cannot halt the Imperium's despair. The edifice is crumbling, and the Dark Lord is about to rise from the throne. A decisive outcome will change everything, ensuring humanity's glory endures. Conquer or destroy the Xenomorphs, only in the name of Primal Chaos, in the sight of the gods.

The wasteland storm was still roaring, but Su Ze had already pressed the "new game" button.

In a nostalgic game, he and the system unexpectedly plunged into the apocalyptic world of "Faraway"—

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself to be Albert Black, the protagonist exiled from Vault 13.

The regulator's task prompts are cold and impersonal:

"Searching for water purification chips, remaining time: 150 days."

Thus, the ticking of the Geiger counter became his heartbeat.

Every speck of radioactive dust reminded him: This is not a game, this is life.

From a monster-infested wasteland to a steel fortress of super mutants,

From the low growl of the dog meat vendor to the countdown to the nuclear missile silo,

Suze—or rather, Albert—must exist in the collapsing world.

Using the magic of the "system" and the struggle of the "protagonist,"

Go and retrieve that tiny chip.

It also reclaimed humanity's last glimmer of hope and glory.

The end of the world has come, and the legend begins.

Welcome to the wasteland, please don't die too quickly.

[My thinking power + Orcs + Time travel + Conquest + Joy + No female lead]

It starts with a green-skinned kid, and ends with him smashing through countless worlds.

What? Your unit is an angel? A dragon? A vampire?

Don't laugh at me for having only a little green kid. In a couple of weeks, you'll understand the meaning of "endless"!

A race born for war!!!

One green-skinned beast falls, ten thousand are born!

What faith can lead to godhood? What technological advancements? Nothing beats tens of thousands of green-skinned bastards believing that I am big and strong!

I think our lord is invincible!!!

I'm thinking a level 7 civilization could be created by hand!

Orcs were born to feed humans, and humans used a single punch to crush the heavens!

Vast, vast, vast, vast, vast, vast!

"Mao was both brutal and cunning!!!"

“WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!”

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

[An incredibly satisfying and exhilarating story! Earth was perfectly fine until a massive rift tore the solar system apart, unleashing endless demons and aliens from its depths.]

Have you heard? That madman is constantly yelling about saving Terra. He's not just a madman, he shouts something about the Emperor every time he kills those green aliens.

Meanwhile, on a battlefield

Lin Feng was so excited when he saw the green-skinned orc he had been searching for that he almost cried.

For the Emperor!

waaagh!

In the distant 41st millennium, countless races clashed within the galaxy. The ravenous Devourer had extended its tentacles here, the former galactic overlords were gradually awakening, and the whispers from the warp grew ever stronger. Lin Yuan, by accident, arrived in this cesspool-like universe. Watching the heroes and warriors battling it out in the galaxy, he was filled with despair. "I was just joking, I really didn't intend to serve the Emperor." Good news: Lin Yuan acquired a system. Bad news: He resurrected in the Undercity, and the first thing the system summoned was the Zerg from StarCraft II... Lin Yuan looked at the Zerglings and cockroaches hopping around him, and the Xenomorphs circling above his head, his despair deepening. "Damn it, is this really not Tzeentch's blessing?!"

I woke up to find myself, a glorious Soviet base vehicle AI, in a bizarre American wasteland—a place filled with atomic punk metal lumps and mutated giant cockroaches, even more outrageous than the heart of capitalism!

To restore order (and incidentally have some fun), I "recruited" a group of tribal natives who couldn't even put on their own pants. The most urgent task? Teaching them to speak magnificent Chinglish! After all, who can stand that incredibly complicated, unrelated native English?

And so, a bizarre sight appeared in the wasteland: a group of blond, blue-eyed burly men, speaking broken, construction-worker-accented English, shouting "Hurrah! For Ironhead God!", drove their magnetic tanks over mutants, followed by a swaying Kirov...

Hey, you over there, the shelter kid in the blue bodysuit, and those tin knights with laser guns, any complaints about the "Red Iron Curtain"? No? Very well, comrade, welcome to the Soviet wasteland!