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.

My savior, the gods have chosen you to save this world! What? What world is this? This is the Warhammer universe! What? Which god summoned you? The Dark Prince Slaanesh, of course! In the name of Slaanesh, save the Warhammer universe!

(Warhammer 40k, search, attack, retreat, loot the gold, run and knife the rat, snipe the rat, hoard the rat.)

After the battle between the Imperial Planetary Defense Forces and the rebels, a large number of reports were scattered across the battlefield. Li Qinwu, who possessed the search, attack, and withdrawal system, began his own land grabbing business.

The laser gun of a fallen soldier? Take it, it fired level 3 ammo.

Shell armor? Take it! It's a level 4 armor.

Wow! The explosive pistol of the fallen political commissar! It fired level 5 rounds!

The destroyed Leman Rustamsk actually yielded a large gold tank battery!

Take them all back to the Underworld hideout! Sell them to various gang contacts to exchange for building materials and upgrade the hideout.

The hideout manufactures sophisticated machine guns and high-powered batteries. Wearing six sets of power armor, it launches a fierce attack on heretics on the battlefield, increases the Emperor's favorability, and ascends to the Golden Toilet!

Arriving in Azeroth with a Warhammer-wielding territory, only to find the Orcish War raging, with refugees everywhere and danger lurking everywhere? Seize the opportunity to develop your territory and advance your technology! Hellstorm rocket launchers incinerate the Orcs, dwarven organ cannons crush powerful enemies, and steam workshops mass-produce weapons! Transform your territory into an impregnable fortress! From then on, sweep across the land! The Alliance now has a leader; watch as this Warhammer mage leads the human army to crush the Orcish Horde, blast open the Dark Portal, and seize control of Azeroth's destiny!

I unexpectedly traveled to the late Eastern Han Dynasty, but... why is this so different from the history books? Back then, the Han Dynasty was a land of galloping horses and cavalry on the grasslands, haunted by ghostly figures at midnight; serpent monsters lurked in deep pools, and fox spirits roamed the mountains; powerful families monopolized magic, and the Han emperor and princes transformed into dragons. Ten thousand demons, all carrying Han Dynasty green cards, proclaimed how powerful their empire was. Millions of people donned yellow turbans, wielding thunder and lightning, calling themselves the Thunder Warriors of the Yellow Heaven, and establishing thirty-six war generals across the nine provinces to lead the Yellow Turban Rebellion. From the Taihang Mountains to the seven commanderies of Jingzhou, they caused rivers to boil, destroyed cities, and set the empire ablaze. I wonder if half of the war generals will betray the Yellow Heaven someday. Okay, a little strange is a little strange, but... why are all these renowned figures from the late Han and Three Kingdoms periods all women?

Ren Zhile transmigrated, taking the Red Alert: Mental Omega System with him to Terra.

Of course, it's neither Rhea nor Holy Terra.

It's Terra.

In this place, Oripathy ravages the land, war rages on, and natural disasters rage.

But don't worry, he has a system that allows him to deploy units within Mental Omega.

With these powerful units, they should be able to fight against any nation in Terra, right?

Koschke: "When he captured Talulah, I thought he was after Talulah, but when I saw a few bald men with strange helmets coming over, I should have realized he was after me!"

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.

[Warhammer + Fanfic + Alternate Lore + Comedy + System]

College student Yan Yue transmigrated into the body of a Space Marine Centurion—only to discover he’s now leading the last remnants of the Luna Wolves, a legion trapped in the Warp for 10,000 years.

When their battle barge escapes the ruins of Cadia, Yan Yue and his ancient Long War veterans emerge into a galaxy gone mad:

The Imperium is rotting with corruption,

The Inquisition wants them dead,

And his "Loyalty Meter" System keeps pinging: "Bro, maybe don’t mention you served Horus?"

Armed with pre-heresy drip, two layers of PTSD, and a darkly hilarious misunderstanding aura, this accidental warlord must either:

✓ Redeem his legion’s name,

✓ Conquer the Throneworld for giggles, or

✓ Die spectacularly when the Black Templars find him.

The Emperor’s finest? More like… the galaxy’s worst book club.

[Behind the Scenes][Civilization Development][Star Fleet][Advanced Technology][Stellar Similarity][Single Female Lead][Technological Advancement]

After the game ended, the civilization that had reached its peak development in the game suddenly appeared in the real universe.

This game brought Raven a wealth of knowledge beyond his wildest imagination, and also a countdown.

Superconducting materials, fusion engines, matter synthesis, dimensional folding, warp drive...

Starships, space elevators, gray goblin storms, lunar bases, star bases...

When disaster is imminent, will the politically fragmented state of the world be able to change?

Earth civilization, embrace the challenges, and then journey towards the stars!