Xie Yong, a poor wage earner, found himself in prison after waking up from a sleep, but this was not an ordinary prison... As for why it was not ordinary, he did not understand, because he was just an Ogryn ape-man. That's right, it was the legal sub-human Ogryn ape-man designated by the Ministry of Military Affairs. At the same time, it was also a coin with a slightly larger denomination in the hands of the Human Emperor. Although he was imprisoned, fortunately he still had a system in his head. Just want me, an Ogryn ape-man, to understand the prompts of the system? ! Hahaha, why don't you let Tzeentch teach me to count to the number 9? What? I can really count to 9! Hello! System, this mission is completed

This is an age of humanity's resurgence! After countless trials and tribulations, a great being known as the Emperor is formally attempting to rebuild the glory of the human race. But on the other side of the material universe, the Chaos Gods have long since regarded humanity as their main course... In this dark and terrifying cosmos, the only future is war!

That is, until the soul of an ancient Terran, named Osiris, arrives in the Warhammer universe and into the body of Lycaeus. The threads of destiny begin to intertwine. Can this outsider turn the tide for a humanity whose fate is already sealed?

For now, Osiris knows nothing of this. He's staring blankly at the mining pick in his hand...

"Damn it, hasn't Corax's amniotic pod landed yet? I don't want to mine anymore!!!!" Sandman stares into the pitch-black mine and falls into a profound silence...

Calixis Sector, Port Wanderer, Blind Eye Bar. "Hello, friend, come sit down. You're looking for a job?" A well-dressed man embraces you, offering you a glass of Renka brandy. "You can call me Siegel, the best Rogue Trader in the Kronos Expanse." "Do other Rogue Traders say the same thing? Friend, to survive in Port Wanderer, you must use your own judgment.

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!

Human civilization has entered the 30th millennium. The galaxy is burning in the human civil war, and the Emperor's expedition to reshape civilization has come to nothing.

At this moment of hope and despair, Roche, who has ended his long sleep, begins his journey.

As the only executor of the "Reinforce the Future" plan, he will use the legacy of the Golden Age to continue human civilization and continuously complete the technology tree to seek a breakthrough.

Emperor: This universe is hopeless. Go, leave, and remember your mission.

Roche: Hope has never disappeared, the expedition has never stopped, and there are infinite possibilities in the multiverse. When I return, everything will be redeemed.

I am the close ally of the Primarch, the pioneer of the revival of the Eldar, the most powerful and domineering waaaaghboss in the eyes of the green-skinned orcs, the possessor of the Necrons

Good news, it's Terra.

Bad news, it's Holy Terra.

After crossing over to Warhammer 40K, Alvin was desperate and cried like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on.

Wait... Alvin looked at the strange world with a blank face: "Hey, where the hell did I come from? Is this still the 40K universe?"

Alvin was surprised to find that he could travel back and forth between Warhammer and the universe!

So, he planned to give the universe a little "Warhammer" shock!

Trisolaran: I don't know, we just arrived on Earth, and hundreds of two-meter-tall men jumped in, shouting for the Emperor, and then cut down everyone they saw with their swords!

Alien: I was wrong, I shouldn't have provoked those monsters shouting "Waaaag" from the beginning!

Umbrella: What tyrant? I want Thunder Warriors!

Alvin: I trade with you to give you face. Since you don't give me face, don't blame me for turning hostile.

Come on, load the macro cannon, there are heretics here, extermination order!

This is a story about a gear boy. Although he didn't become a space warrior, he wants to tell everyone who hasn't traveled through time: As long as we and Big Head are here, the Empire's combat effectiveness is still 99%, and humanity will still stand firm! In the name of the holy binary, loudly praise Ohm Messiah. All glory to the God of All Machines. Praise together. Praise machinery, praise steel. You are the master who casts all things, the apocalypse that destroys everything. Evaporate, burn, and cast. Steel is eternal, machinery is immortal, and the way of steel is materialism. Machinery is the truth. More is better, bigger is beautiful. Billions of turrets are your glory. Roaring engines are your sermons. (The author is not a serious person, so the story is not a serious story. ps: GW's story setting is too ridiculous. In order to make the story more rigorous and reasonable, I changed it. If you don't like it, please don't criticize)

(My first webnovel—a slow-burn story that builds in intensity!)

The Imperium of Man is a galaxy-spanning empire devoted to a god-like figure—the Emperor, enthroned in eternal vigil upon the Golden Throne. Even in this technologically advanced yet decaying future, faith and dogma remain the bedrock of society.

Pilgrims are those who undertake perilous journeys to prove devotion, seek redemption, or fulfill sacred obligations. Their destinations may include holy sites such as Terra (Holy Earth), where the Emperor slumbers, or other worlds sanctified by martyrdom and miracle.

Pilgrim-ships are the decrepit, overcrowded vessels that carry these masses through the void. Picture a floating slum in space, packed with hundreds of thousands of desperate souls. These voyages are long, grueling, and rife with danger—starvation, mutant uprisings, warp-borne horrors, and the ever-looming threat of heresy.

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!!

Forty-two millennia later, the entire empire is caught in an endless war. The human empire tries its best to maintain its rule, while facing the fierce invasion of alien races, the secret sabotage of chaos sects, and internal corruption and power struggles. The former AI forces (Iron Man) were almost completely wiped out in past wars, but as an intelligent commanding Iron Man that was accidentally activated, Axe is inevitably involved in the entanglement of various forces.