When you wake up from your sleep to find yourself in a damp, dark, muddy trench, surrounded by soldiers trembling and praying, clutching crosses. —"The Second Battle of Ypres? No problem, just put on your gas mask, you'll survive!" —"The Somme? We can only leave our fate to God." —"Is it the Verdun meat grinder? Oh well, God's useless now, dying is just a fresh start." —"Wait, what does it mean that Duke Constantine led the last of the New Antiochian Knights to resist the attack of the demonic army from hell? What the hell timeline did this put me in?"... In 1099, the Crusades conquered Jerusalem, inadvertently opening the gates of hell. From that moment on, the timeline changed, and human civilization entered a thousand-year dark age of fighting against the demonic army of hell. And Liston, who traveled to this timeline, was clearly a doctor saving lives, but...

The time travelers from the Skuri clan carried unknown panels—perhaps creations of Tzeentch or Slaanesh? However, even if they were indeed their creations, the engineer Eski Ivo wouldn't relinquish them as long as there was profit to be made. His glorious rat life would begin with defeating Nagash and saving the world.

[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!!!"

Li Chui woke up to a deafening explosion, his first thought being that the trolls on the Warhammer forum were arguing in his head again last night.

Until he found himself lying on a smoking, scorched earth, the sky dyed a sickly purplish-red, a giant fortress collapsing in the distance, and a giant over two meters tall, wearing black and gold power armor, walking towards him, his chainsaw axe emitting a piercing roar.

"Holy crap," Li Chui blinked, his Qatari instincts kicking in as he rolled behind a boulder, "This cosplay is way too real!"

[Warhammer + System + Decisive Killing + Infinite Evolution + No Female Lead]

"The Emperor created twenty radiant demigod Primarchs to conquer the daylight of the galaxy."

“And Makado, in order to protect that unspeakable darkness, created Wiz in the deepest part of the laboratory.”

...

Traveling through Warhammer 30,000, he becomes the most dangerous secret experiment of the Imperial Chancellor Macard, the "Prototype Zero" of the Maerorus Guild.

Wiz has no soul, no sense of pain, only a perfect killing body fused with unknown genes and yearning for flesh and blood.

And, a **[Devouring Evolution System]** from the void.

In this despairing universe filled with bombs, chainswords, and warp demons, Wiz doesn't need power armor because his skin is harder than adamantite; he doesn't need bolters because his bone spikes can pierce through Titans.

[Devour]:

Devour the Orc warlord alive—gain [Cell Regeneration] and [Infinite Strength]!

Prey on the Eldar Prophet—Gain [Time Warning] and [Faster Light Nerves]!

Chewing on the Great Demon Nurgle grants [Conceptual-level Plague Immunity] and [Immortality]!

...

At the end of the Great Crusade, the Horus Rebellion broke out, and the galaxy burned.

As the traitorous warlord Horus raised his claws, ready to kill Saint Gilles, the shadows suddenly stirred.

A claw covered in a void carapace caught Horus's heavy blow.

Wiz grinned, revealing fangs, and looked at the shocked Primarchs before him, letting out a hoarse, greedy whisper:

“Praise the Emperor… What a sumptuous buffet this is.”

The story takes place in the 42k era, after the fall of Cartier and Guilliman's awakening. The protagonist's stats aren't high, but his abilities are conceptually advanced. He starts by healing the sick and saving lives at the bottom of the hive, then becomes a space firefighter. He's either in a chaotic melee or on his way to one. The quack doctor will use his miraculous healing skills to protect the Emperor's loyal subjects. If life is the Emperor's currency, then Ivers is the one who mints that currency.

Saving people is awesome! Fighting is awesome!

Bring salvation and loyalty to a distant and dark future!

That's right! It's Xiao He again! He's time-traveled again!

Bad news, the crossing point is Warhammer Katachon.

Good news, he awakened his Druid talent.

Bad news: he's being watched by all four peddlers.

Good news: He has a system and a jammer. The four peddlers and Old Man Huang can see his general location, but they can't pinpoint his exact location.

And so, completely unaware that he had spent five years surviving in the wilderness of Qatar, he unexpectedly took on the responsibility of a little kid who had fallen from the sky—the famous Conrad Coates! Yes! The very same Conrad Coates everyone was talking about! Batman~

This kid didn't go to Nasturm, but inexplicably ended up in Katachon. Who knows what the future Midnight Lord and he are...

In short, what fate awaits Coz?

Even Tzeentch couldn't understand fate, so who could?

"I still remember those thirty years, those thirty years..." "Alright, I've had enough." Looking at the hesitant expression on the bald, handsome man's face, Lin Qi, the Regent of the Third Reich, the Left Hand of the Wolf God, Eugene Guilliman Poe's best friend, Batman's certified savior of the Empire, the Queen who can summon ten thousand Glories with a wave of her hand, the fear of Abaddon, the person who respects Butcher's Nail the most in the world, sighed helplessly. "After we've dealt with the Four Gods, if the Emperor can't send me home, I'll make him do a pole dance in front of us."

[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]

The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.

Who can reverse this doomed fate?

"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"

"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"

"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"

A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.

When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.

The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:

"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"

"From this day forward, I am the savior!"

"Waaaaagh!"

(This is a Warhammer 40,000 fan fiction. Some timeline settings may be slightly modified, but it will still be very Warhammer-esque.)

(It will incorporate some references to memes and historical events... to expand the drama and fun of this fan-made universe.)

While driving home with his girlfriend, Empress, a Chinese college student studying in the US, Xiao Li was suddenly sucked into the Warhammer 40,000 universe by a warp vortex...

It turns out that his girlfriend was actually one of the Emperor's soul fragments!

.....................

Suddenly dumped on a desolate planet, just as Xiao Li was about to be chopped into mincemeat by orcs, a panel suddenly appeared before his eyes...

Things seem to be getting... interesting!