Zhou Yan, a workshop technician, transmigrated into a clone of the Third Legion's Primarch, Vorgrim. "Damn it, Vorgrim, you've betrayed the working class!" "The Imperium is a corrupt empire, and the new humans are still humans... who's in favor, who's opposed!" "Some guy named Caul created a Legion of Primarch Space Marines for Guilliman... Byr, what do you think?" "Our overall strategy is to defend the Imperium's holy frontier, develop into the Imperium's dark side... sweep away the defeated Tyranid tentacles, and avoid the Necropolis of the Space Necropolis before we grow stronger... and most importantly, gather 18 Tyranid War Maidens!" After the Great Rift that tore the galaxy open, Zhou Yan led his newly formed legion to develop and grow, and the second human regime (warning: not the second Imperium) rose from the Galactic Far East!

the Terran calendar, the Unification War has come to an end, and the Primarchs have been scattered throughout the galaxy.

The Emperor is preparing to launch a great expedition to conquer the galaxy again and restore the former glory of mankind.

A time traveler incarnates as a raven, and has the ability to travel through the universe as long as he is bound to the protagonist of fate.

That day, the raven shouted to the big golden guy: "Let's go, let me take you to see the world."

So the gene engine of the Super God Universe, the Protoss technology of StarCraft, the Death Star technology of Star Wars, the Ether Phase Engine of the Stars, the Spark Source of the Transformers, the dimensional weapons of the Three-Body Universe and other cutting-edge technologies were all moved back to his own universe by the Emperor.

Many years later, the army of the human empire held high the double-headed eagle flag and conquered one universe after another.

In the distant, mist-shrouded star system lies the planet Mordovia—a forgotten fragment tucked away in the Empire's fringes, perpetually veiled beneath oppressive leaden clouds. Across its surface, towering hive cities rise like monstrous steel behemoths, spewing acrid smog into the skies. Between these urban sprawls stretch vast wastelands of festering ruins and toxic marshes, their putrid stench a testament to the planet's decay.

Chu Ye, a science fiction enthusiast, was swallowed by a white light while organizing a massive amount of science fiction resources. After transmigrating, he became the commander of the Halo Human Federation's colonial fleet, and his wrist transformed into the "Star River Summoning System," which can summon science fiction human technology.

He was not in a familiar universe, but in the war-torn Warhammer 40K universe—a world ravaged by warp storms, where Chaos Gods corrupted souls, the Imperium of Man was extremely xenophobic, and various alien forces occupied the galaxy, with eternal battles never ceasing.

With the help of the Galaxy Summoning System, Chu Ye can consume Star Core energy to summon cross-work human technologies and resources such as the Halo Thor's Hammer armor and the Siege Tank from StarCraft, using these as his foundation.

Chu Ye will raise the banner of the "Human Federation" to confront the Imperial Judgment, the invasion of Chaos, and the threat of aliens. He will integrate science fiction technology from all sources, gather elite forces from across different works, open a new human era in the dark galaxy, and reshape the galactic imperial system with technology as the torch.

This is the hut I built. This is the stone I meditate on. This is my bolter and chainsaw sword. I've been in this idyllic paradise for over a decade, even reaching the Qi Refining stage, and you're telling me this is a Warhammer? So the spiritual energy I breathe every day comes from the Warp?... Years later, a colossal statue stands atop Terra. Beneath the statue, they call me Regent, Godfather of the Chaos Primarch, Heart of the Dead, Terran Keeper, Ark Home Engineer, Terminator of the Second Brother, Dorak's Private Garbage Collector, Warp Landlord... "So, Your Majesty, it's rather impolite of you to be sitting while speaking to me."

"Everyone claims loyalty—yet none dare go!

Loyalty needs no reward, for loyalty is its own reward."

PS: The title was auto-generated by the platform’s algorithm (20k-word testing phase)—don’t let it mislead you o(╥﹏╥)o

Original Title: Warhammer Survival: Starting from Cadia. Read patiently—there’s a surprise!

[Warhammer 40K] [System] [Lovecraftian Horror] [Merciless Protagonist] [Progression Fantasy] [Overpowered] [Leave Your Brain at the Door] [Lore-Friendly…ish]

"Transmigrated during Cadia’s fall? And gifted a ‘Chaos Space Marine Welcome Pack’?" Marcus grinned as the chainsword swung toward him. The moment his Slaughter System activated, the Warhammer universe would learn—what true carnage looked like.

Title: Warhammer + Fourth Scourge + Space Pirate "Ship-Lord"

Description:

Minion A: "Boss! There’s a bunch of Chaos tin-cans ahead!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Pull alongside ‘em."

Minion B: "Boss! Some pointy-eared space elves up front!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Pull alongside ‘em."

Minion C: "Boss! A mob of green fungus freaks!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Pull alongside ‘em."

Minion D: "Boss! There’s a Primarch with a few tin-cans brawling with Warp demons!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Holy sh—"

Minion D (mishearing): "Boss says pull alongside ‘em!"

Zhao Dezhu: "……"

(This is a chaotic comedy—veteran Warhammer fans, go easy on the hate! Expect abstract memes, zero logic, and maximum yolo.)

Chen Xing: Hey everyone, I really want to play Stellaris, but seeing aliens makes me nauseous. Is it still possible to get into it? Emperor: Yes, bro, you can! ---------------------------------- (ps: This story is based on the author's personal experience, with just a little embellishment (●'◡'●))

One sentence synopsis: The demon prince Perturabo turned into a dog.

Crystal Maze annual fun sincere dedication

Divideless Chaos Guilliman

Specializing in controlling Tieyong Duo En

(Unlock more gradually...)

No fighting or killing, just eating and drinking (really)

In the stench of the hive sewer, Lu Chen clenched the bloodstained dagger. He had just pierced the throat of the third greenskin, but before the corpse disappeared, a mechanical voice exploded in his ears: "Orc barbaric blood detected, devouring progress 10%... Strength +3, pain resistance +5%." In the 72nd hour of Warhammer 40k, the Earth tactical commander finally awakened the "Gene Devourer" system. The rage of the orcs, the synapses of the Zerg, the prophetic genes of the Eldar. When the acid of the Tyranid swarm corroded the city walls, when the Chaos Demons tore out of the subspace, he stepped on the bones at the bottom of the hive and sneered. In this darkest and chaotic time in the galaxy, all threats are nutrients for evolution....

"The God Emperor said that we are seeds?" Lu Chen wiped the green blood off his face. "Then let the universe see what kind of world-destroying giant tree the seeds of the Gene Devourer can grow into....