[A mortal warmaster story about the Imperial Navy, with many female protagonists and a lot of hammering! ]

Horatio never expected that he, a scum of the lower nest who was sentenced to death at the beginning, would become the first expedition warmaster from the Imperial Navy.

He was awarded the command scepter of the Imperial Armed Forces by the Imperial Regent Guilliman with a smile.

The Lion King Lion patted his shoulder and said, "Leave the battle line to you, I'm going to kill people."

The Second Imperial Emperor *Bang! *Saint Lesto dreamed of taking care of his unlucky yellow-armored child.

He was regarded as the favorite bedtime story by the God Emperor and the Four Gods.

Well, it's over.

Adjutant, sound the battle alarm!

The Hell Vanguard immediately launched an orbital airborne strike! The Lord Guard launched a boarding attack on the rebel flagship!

Today, only Abaddon and I can leave this void alive!

All this started on the day at the end of the 41st millennium of the Dark Boundless...

[Warhammer + Farming + Space Opera]

In the 41st millennium, darkness is raging!

The human empire lost half of its territory.

Millions of planets are invaded by Chaos!

Famine is everywhere, crime is rampant, cults are everywhere...

The planet Erth, located on the dark side of the empire, is experiencing extreme suffering.

Fortunately, the savior Ron has arrived!

He awakens the essence of subspace and leads the development of the whole people!

Start with a small, ruined territory.

Farming, explosives, internal affairs, unifying the planet, building space warriors, forming the Star Sea Fleet, the Great Expedition...

When the regent came with an expeditionary fleet to regain the territory.

He looked at the extremely prosperous star field and the group of starships that covered the sky, and then looked at his broken spaceships, and he was suddenly confused...

Who is the empire?

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...

[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!"

As a member of the ancient Dwarf race, how should he face the threats of Greenskins, Skaven and even the Chaos Gods, recapture the lost mountain fortress, retrieve the lost artifacts, and restore the glory of the Mountain Kingdom?

Transmigrating into a good-for-nothing boy from the Warhammer universe, he opens his eyes to see the steel torrent of the Great Crusade.

While others conquered the galaxy with grenade launchers, he silently recited the Tao Te Ching amidst a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

The whisper of the evil god of the subspace? Directly refine it into true essence!

Did the Emperor's genetic modification fail? The Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine reshapes his body!

While the Primarchs were fighting to the death, he took out "The Art of War" and taught the four gods how to use tactics!

"Emperor, your approach to conquering the galaxy is wrong."

Facing the supreme golden throne of mankind, he smiled like a harmless Eastern monk.

【Guaranteed long novel with more than one million words】

A college student who is fascinated by the military accidentally travels to the world of Warhammer 40K and becomes a Space Marine. Without a system and without the guidance of a thousand-year-old monster, how will he survive? As a proletarian materialist fighter, after becoming the commander of a regiment by accident, how will he let the red torrent sweep across the entire galaxy? The greenskins, the Necrons, the Eldar, the Tyranids, Chaos, the aliens, humanity is in danger, how will he bring an end to humanity's enemies? Yi Zhiqing presents the magnificent life of Astartes with all his heart.

Sima Jian unexpectedly transmigrated to the Warhammer universe. Ten thousand years after the Horus Rebellion, the Empire faced numerous challenges! Originally a mechanic, Sima Jian became an ordinary Ascendant soldier abandoned on a barbaric planet, surrounded by countless cawing greenskins and farts. Fortunately, he gained the Emperor's favor. Sima Jian only wanted to find a place to settle down and survive, but the Emperor wanted to turn him into a can. Sima Jian: "Your Excellency, I just want to live." Emperor: "No, you don't. You want to cause trouble. You want loyalty!" (Book club number: 126427224)

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!!

Bad news: You've been conscripted by the Emperor!

Good news: You're recruiting the Cursed High Lords! You can cast your chess pieces into that world and use them as real people! You can even possess and micro-manage them yourself!

Bad news: You can only cast pieces worth 500 points! And you don't have enough authority, so you can only cast basic units!

Good news: You can level up to gain more points and authority, and you'll get to colonize a world upon taking office, instantly becoming a Planetary Governor!

Bad news: There's a Necron grave right under your butt!

Good news: You can recruit even more Cursed High Lords!

So what else can we say! Recruit some awesome friends and embark on a relaxing, enjoyable (and realistic) journey through Warhammer 40,000!