Kaska traveled to a wasteland world. The sky was covered with yellow sand and radioactive clouds, and the only human settlements were fortress factories behind desolate iron walls. He was determined to save it all. Before that, as the unpopular youngest son of a powerful family on the planet, he was about to have a political marriage with a female workshop worker. The other party was a beautiful girl with white hair and purple eyes. Except that she was a little bigger than others, everything else was perfect. He was very satisfied. Until he heard that the other party was called Fulgrim. What! ? Fulgrim? ! He was puzzled by this. He realized that something was wrong. He cried like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on. ...Damn it, this is a Warhammer world! Or a Warhammer world where Slaanesh is as rampant as a flood! But I still have my head around...

After traveling to 30K, Wop thought he would just eat and wait for death, but he never thought that the Emperor would ask him to raise children. "Neos, they are your sons! You, as a father, give up and leave all the children to me? How can you be a father like this?" "Horus, you are the son of the First Return, the Emperor's favorite son, why are you looking for me? Don't come over!" "Perturabo, what are you doing? Put me down, I want to stay with Sanguinius!" "Shell, stop Angron quickly, he wants to read my mind! What? You said you also want to know who my favorite child is?" "I told you I'm not your father!"

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)

"I want to build a ninja village of my own!"

"I want to form my own pirate group!"

"I want to set up a magic school!"

The passionate discussion about the future of the few people in the corner did not affect Liu Haodong. He was now wondering, "Warhammer 40K? What kind of world is this? The identity of people like us is still 'tithe tax', taking people as taxes?"

The organization that receives these taxes from them is called "World Eaters".

Using people as taxes, what kind of world is this?

Fortunately, the reincarnation players in the same industry are all young people with ideals and ambitions.

They believe that as long as everyone works together, they will definitely have a bright future in the world of Warhammer 40K.

The few people in the corner agreed that "If you become rich and powerful, don't forget each other."

With the hope for a better future, they walked into the arena of the World Eaters...

[Explosive troops, behind the scenes, group portrait, no female protagonist, all races in the universe, protagonist first, Astartes at the beginning]

Travel through the most hopeless universe of humanity, and become a member of the hive surviving in the cracks at the bottom of the Kanda star.

As soon as I crossed over, I encountered the Bloody Hand Gang, the largest gang at the bottom of the hive, coming to collect food. What should I do if a group of ruthless executioners broke into the civilian area?

[Bang, master, don't be afraid, the barracks system has been activated for you].

[Bang, the system has opened up a space in the master's brain, which can accommodate an unlimited number of barracks].

[Bang, congratulations to the master for obtaining the thousandth Space Marine of the Greyhound Chapter, from the Salamanders of the 18th Legion in Warhammer 40K].

[Bang, congratulations to the master for obtaining a thousand Space Marines from the Ulysses Patriarch Chapter, from the Ultramarines Sub-Regiment of the 13th Legion in Warhammer 40K, along with a regiment of Krieg's Death Korps with 20 million people].

[Kuang, congratulations to the master for obtaining a thousand Soul Drinkers Space Marines from the Imperial Fist, the seventh legion of Warhammer 40K, along with a division of Storm Troopers with 300 million soldiers]

What to do when crossing the sea of ​​despair? It doesn't matter. A small trick for the legion every day.

There's an Astartes Chapter at the start? Well then I'll be the new Master of the Universe.

"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."

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...

Being an Astartes isn't all about fighting and killing. To run a successful Chapter, one must also be worldly-wise and empathetic. Prejudices are as heavy as a mountain. Yet, the outside world's stereotypes about the Warhammer universe are always right. How can we build the Imperium of Mankind with these insects? We must build the Imperium of Mankind with these insects! From recruit to Chapter Master, a Space Marine will never admit to partial brain necrosis. Yet, from the Emperor to the Four Gods, the mighty powers of the Warp always want to make life easy for everyone. The holy God-Emperor once declared that he was not a god. Kaz Samar expressed complete indifference to the human gods' insistence on saying he wasn't a god. He kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes, I bow when I'm due, I kneel when I'm due." After centuries of hard work, Kaz finally became Chapter Master and was at his desk, writing his memoirs, attempting to record his eventful life for the Imperium. Then, a brash recruit barged into his room. "Chapter Master, promethium is half price in the next sector!" Alas, even the Imperium's demigods can't escape the chores of food, clothing, and daily necessities. He put down his personal memoirs and pulled out his chapter account book. Is there much in the bank? Not much.

(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!

[No romantic pairing + a comprehensive overview of the universe + no main character + a shocking spectacle across all realms + a chaotic hodgepodge]

The celestial canopy descended upon all realms, causing all the heavens to tremble!

Warhammer 40,000: The Imperium of Man is dying in the Galactic Blood War, the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne in vain, Primarchs betray him one after another, and the Chaos God whispers! Loyalty and betrayal weave a tragic epic!

Lord of Mysteries: In the mist-shrouded steam age, mortals pilgrimage to godhood by consuming potions! The struggle for the order of things twists madly, the Great Old Ones awaken silently, and the countdown to the apocalypse has begun!

Mysterious Resurgence: Ghosts and monsters have resurfaced globally, and vengeful spirits have brought a new rule of killing! Mortals fight ghosts with ghosts, harnessing evil spirits to seek a glimmer of hope! Who are the ghosts? Who are the humans? Despair spreads across the globe!

The audience across countless worlds went completely mad: "A world even more sanity-destroying than Warhammer has appeared!" "The potion pathway is more terrifying than Chaos Corruption!" "The Ghostly Rule System is unsolvable? Can the Bolt Gun solve it?" "These worlds are more insane and desperate than the last!"

When the Astartes of Warhammer encounter the mysterious Sequence Path... When the Emperor of the Golden Throne gazes upon the mysteriously resurrected vengeful spirit... Who will be the darkest and most despairing world in the universe?