"First, I beseech Holy King Guilliman! Second, I beseech Les to possess me! Third, I beseech Grand Marshal Leon! May the Emperor manifest and sweep away the evil spirits! May my left shoulder be benevolent and righteous! May my right shoulder be righteous and benevolent! May the treacherous and horrible aid me! May the false emperor, the great villain, be annihilated!" Looking at the weak human before him, babbling incoherently before the two armies, his eyes rolling back and his body convulsing, an aura of unspeakable loyalty emanated from this human and spread throughout the battlefield. The onlookers, from powerful demon lords to imperial auxiliary soldiers and accompanying priests, all involuntarily took three steps back, their faces showing simultaneous terror. "I told you! These warlock cultists are pathetic!" Li Lian, who himself didn't know what had possessed him this time, gave a smug smile to the restless archbishop not far away. "See that? This is the mysterious power from the East!" "Alas! Your Excellency the Archbishop, and that incredibly strong Governor possessed by the Demon Prince! Don't run away!"

Noah has transmigrated. Good news: He's a noble lord. Bad news: It's Warhammer. Good news: He has a cheat code. Bad news: It's from Chaos. Good news: It's from the Emperor. Emperor: Stop being a sissy, you, go save the world. Noah: I see the four gods as mere ornaments for sale! Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, open for me! Let me see your potential! —Anyone who dares to challenge me, I will end their life! Grallion's Treasure Bag One-Click Kill Rune is configured.

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.”

Zhang Yuan wakes up to find himself drenched in acid rain from the Warhammer 40K universe. Good news: he's been picked up by a grumbling, down-on-his-luck old merchant ronin who, in his drunken stupor, has changed the name of his family's "empire's strongest financial product"—the Merchant Ronin Agreement—to Zhang Yuan's! Bad news: the Orks are here, and the old man, to cover him, charges into the Orc horde with the "Last Laugh" pistol (the real "Last Laugh"), which has a 30% misfire rate. To save a little kid, Zhang Yuan swings a lightweight alloy door panel—as light as a takeout cooler lid—at the Orks. But to the Orks, it instantly transforms into a "giant sword radiating the holy light of the Second Brother!" The more the Orks fear him, the harder he swings, carving out the title of "Emperor's Chosen" and turning the hive into "Zhang Yuan's Pleasure House" with his worshippers. Until the new planetary governor, rubbing his hands together, packaged him and his two remaining disabled brothers as a "tithing special" and sent them to the Astronomical Army. Upon boarding, the female Inquisitor, who always assigned him "suicidal" missions, unexpectedly found his exposed trade agreement—it appeared to be stained with the Emperor's old nasal blood… no, the Holy Blood Seal! Now, the Inquisitor is frantically running to verify this "noble installment contract." If valid, Zhang Yuan, whom the governor had just thrown onto the battlefield like trash, might soon return to use the Longfellow family's interstellar treasury to buy the governor's golden toilet to use as a chamber pot. "If only I had stuffed in a couple more green toes when it was buy-one-get-two-free…"—a governor, slumped in the rain, was contemplating a cosmic-level financial blunder.

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!

(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!