Caledor - the hometown of dragons. A Warhammer player came here because he insulted the Donkey Prince and became Imric, Prince of Caledor. The ox-hide book that can travel through the world will be one of the few things he can rely on.

Diablo, Dark Souls, Mask of the Betrayer...can the power and knowledge of these worlds revive Caledor again?

In the 136th year of Finubar's coronation, in the year 2399 of the Imperial Calendar, the Battle of Fenubar Plains and the Great Holy War are about to begin.

The shadow from Naggarond and the darkness of the northern Chaos tribes are gradually shrouding Ulthuan. This time the Dragon Prince will make a different choice and let the Caledorian fire dragon flag soar in the sky.

Also known as: "The Rise of the Medieval Dragon Aotian"

As a time traveler transported to the Warhammer 40k universe carrying high-dimensional information, could a simple death in the right manner grant him instant invincibility? Zhang Ge glanced at his laser rifle and asked his companions the name of the planet. Upon receiving the answer, "Vigilance," he exclaimed, "I've never had such a wonderful start." As a leading figure in the Imperial Guard, how could death be easy in a battle of this magnitude? Essentially, there was nothing to do, just stay in the trenches, and the enemy would find creative ways to kill you. However, when a casual touch of the laser rifle caused its machine spirit to tremble with joy, and when he seized the opportunity to poke his head out of the trench and kill a dozen heretics, and a shell slammed into the trench, sending shrapnel and shockwaves slicing through the entire platoon's position, killing thirty or forty allies besides Zhang Ge, but just avoiding him, he realized that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

Traveling to the world of Warhammer Medieval, which has been ravaged by the four evil gods and has countless Chaos Chosen, is undoubtedly the most tragic world besides the Warhammer 40,000 world!

Fortunately...

The ordinary Lynn was thrust into the darkest battlefields of the Warhammer 40,000 universe.

Struggling to survive in the ruins of a hive city, a sea of ​​blood and corpses, he was forced into the Imperium's most brutal meat grinder: witnessing Cadia's shattering chaos, battling the infernal Zerg Sea of ​​Baal, wandering beneath the shadow of the Tau Empire's "Greater Good," and even encountering forbidden relics on the edge of the Eye of Terror.

Fighting bloodily for survival, he transformed from a terrified mortal into a ruthless warrior.

However, endless wars and repeated profound transformations by the Mechanicus eroded his humanity and self, pushing him to the brink of inhumanity.

Scarred and wounded, he traversed the burning galaxy, ultimately arriving at Holy Terra, humanity's last bastion.

Facing the final siege of Chaos and the impending extinction of the Golden Throne, Lynn must make the ultimate choice: using his utterly alienated existence and otherworldly soul to become the nameless fuel that sustains the Emperor and the Imperium.

This is his journey, burning himself out in eternal darkness, to become the last ember of the Imperium.

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.

"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."

About Warhammer 40k and My World:

A 3k unlucky guy who was dragged to 40k by Barou: I am really a loyalist, but my loyalty is not to the psychic Barou, nor to the decadent and declining human empire, which is not worthy of representing humanity! Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat, for the greater good, Whaaaagh!!

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!

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!

On the eighteenth year after coming to the country, Aaron finally remembered the fact that he was a time traveler.

Something was wrong with him.

There was no lovely sister who awakened to kill the Son of God, no emperor on a golden toilet appeared to recognize him as his son, and no one met a group of witches who were being persecuted and in need of rescue.

Even though he has average qualifications, he is faced with the fact that he is the last generation of this family.

It would be great if I could find a job that allowed me to summon creatures using cards.

Fortunately, fate did not abandon him.

The four amiable, kind-hearted and beautiful gods decided to choose him as their representative.

Then, the goal is to put on the Chaos Crown and play cards with these four good brothers!