The protagonist Warwick was complaining about the tithe, and then he was watching the lobster recruitment, so he said something bad and was forcibly teleported into the Warhammer 40K world.

Obtain a system that absorbs emotional values, summons warriors from various movies, TV shows, and games, and builds an empire.

Halo, Super God, Star Wars, Azure, etc.

I am pure cloud! cloud! cloud!

It is a fusion of various works, and the combat effectiveness is different!

[Multiple worlds + collector's mentality + base building + female protagonist (non-human) + late-game troop buildup + system that's just going through the motions]

Ostro, a transmigrator, looked around and thought he had been reborn into a high-tech era, until he discovered Terra, Eldar, the Martian technological world, and the intelligent legions in his memories, and then he burst into tears.

Good news, we're in the Golden Age (dark technology); bad news, the Iron Man rebellion hasn't happened yet; good news, my parents in this body have some assets on Mars; bad news, they're both dead and I just cried myself to death.

Until the system delivered the gift pack, making me feel invincible with the cheat, and then the system, having delivered the gift, simply left.

At least it gave Ostro some hope, didn't it?

then:

Cult of Mechanics: How does he always manage to retrieve the complete STC template? He must be a Chosen One of Ohm Messiah.

Primal: A powerful, loyal, and resource-rich sage. We should try to get along with him. He has no other flaws except that he sometimes likes to steal the power armor from his minions.

All Astartes: Do you still want the power armor I just DIYed? You promised to trade it for 10 Terminators, can you still do that?

Tarasin: You're stealing my loot! Fine, you took my spoils, but how did they end up in my house?

(This is a new book by a new author, please forgive any shortcomings!)

Dark, Despair,

The Emperor's might walks the galaxy, seeking to restore humanity to its former glory.

But fate played a little joke on me.

The fate of mankind has long been controlled by the evil god, and only darkness and war are eternal in this world.

^^^^^^^^^^^^

"Ah! What you said is right, but what does this have to do with me? I'm just an everyday person and I like to have fun," said Hogg Menethil, the Primarch of the 11th Legion, to the big golden guy in front of him.

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.

[Warhammer 40k][Rogue Trader][A small portion of Warhammer] Lin Feng was originally just an ordinary office worker, accidentally captured by yellow-skinned soldiers on his way home from get off work and made a scapegoat. However, unlike other miserable soldiers, he has an entire family of Rogue Traders behind him.

Ever since the Chaos Gods launched a new round of their "Great Game" in the World of Warhammer Fantasy, the infamous shithole universe of Warhammer 40K—already renowned across the Sea of Void as the "Chaos God’s Sewer"—officially earned itself a permanent blacklist from all civilized realities. Why? Too many demons. Too many cultists. Too much bullshit.

The God-Emperor of Mankind, suffering collateral damage, wasn’t just blacklisted—He also found Himself locked out of the Warhammer Fantasy world by the Four’s paranoid blockades. No more "borrowing" resources. No more easy wins.

So what’s a tired, golden-skinned overlord to do?

Start spam-fishing.

The Emperor began hurling isekai’d outsiders through the Warp like junk data, hoping some poor sucker would take the bait.

Enter Li Wei, a dude from Earth who just got his "resident permit" revoked by reality itself.

Now, stranded before a kaleidoscopic abyss of screaming souls and warp-storms, he has two choices:

Die horribly.

Become the God-Emperor’s newest (and most unwilling) "Vanguard of the Heavens."

(Spoiler: He doesn’t get to pick.)

(The new book Warhammer Shadow King is online. It is also Warhammer, without a system. It is a pure dark Warhammer text. Click the avatar to jump.)

The constant vibration of the spaceship spilled the ink on the table, but Chen Guo seemed not to see it and continued to write the ending of his autobiography. "Today, the last imperial fleet in front has been destroyed, and the mice curled up in the shadows are still calling.

I am only one step away from the final goal.

Now the High Lord and the clown Abaddon can no longer interfere with me.

The sacred Terra is right in front of us, but we all know that in the end only one person's fleet can cover the pool and sit on the golden throne.

Obviously, that person must be me.

And I think the "person" sitting on the golden throne has been looking forward to this face-to-face confrontation for a long time.

Let's bring this chaotic deadlock to an end!"

andrix: Dante, please let me go. I'm not your father. Your father is still lying in the Stone Hall.

Dante: Impossible! Dad, you're finally back! The Blood Angels are back to you! I can finally retire!

Looking at Dante clinging to his thigh, Sandrix fell silent.

And looking at the group of youngsters around him, their eyes gleaming with gold, ready to recognize their father, and the four gods in the Warp ready to surprise him, he made a decision.

Sandrix: Dad! Please help! Send Guilliman back, or at least that's fine! (Holding his thigh)

Emperor: !!!

A college student who had just finished the college entrance examination was ruthlessly conscripted after watching a video of a lobster on a small website.

Warhammer 40k Zhou Pingan didn’t know what kind of world this was, but from Lobster’s video he could see that this world was even more chaotic than a toilet.

How could ordinary mortals have a chance to survive?

Fortunately, he was lucky enough to at least come to the Knight Family.

What's even better is that he was already playing this game of Stellaris right before he was conscripted, and he is the Emperor of the Human Federation.

After he was conscripted, the stars had been moving with various blessings. As Zhou Pingan traveled, his empire finally locked on his position.

We will seek you, we will come to you, Emperor.

How can the world be so chaotic? How can human beings only live such a miserable life?

This is rebellion, this is heresy.

This is the greatest treason and heresy!

What a desecration of human life here!

The wrath of the Human Federation will surely wash over the entire galaxy anew, and our fleet will cover the sky no matter how many suns there are in the sky.