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.

[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!"

What is it like to travel to a world that is destined to be destroyed?

Lynch said he didn't want to know.

Not only did he travel to a world of despair, but he also reached the front line of resistance against demons and became cannon fodder in the bloody battle with demons, a lizard man.

Lizardman Lynch accepted this well, and the demon toad supervising the battle was satisfied with dispersing the storm of destruction above Lynch's head.

"You've been chosen, go deliver it quickly."

Lynch looked at his enemy. The Rat Man who was ready to move underground stuck out his ugly head. At a glance, there were minions of Chaos everywhere.

The dark elves executed captives on the coast, and the undead roamed the sea at will.

The ancient plan has failed and there are no allies, only enemies.

The end is near!

Wait a minute, why is there a fellow guy on the opposite side?

Lynch looked at the prince of Nurgle, invited himself to join the traveler of chaos, and raised his spear.

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Group wear, group portrait, single protagonist, war theme, main battle, cold-blooded logic, pure order side, no male-female relationship, no farming, non-human race protagonist, don’t join if you don’t like it

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)

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!