[Time travel + single-player mode + Warhammer family fun]

Yuanxi never imagined she'd be so unlucky in her life. Not only did she transmigrate, but she also changed her personality, and to make matters worse, she ended up in Warhammer? What's this Primarch Zero? Me?

Emperor: Makado! If you keep spoiling the child like this, she'll be out of control.

Makado: Don't worry, my lord, Yuanxi is a good boy.

All original beings: Big sister, hug me! (﹡ˆoˆ﹡)

In the distant, dark end of the 41st Millennium, the galaxy has long since fallen apart. The Warp's active influence has left the human empire scrambling to cope. Chaos Warmaster Abaddon's 13th Black Crusade threatens to utterly destroy Cartier, and the tide of Chaos will ultimately tear the galaxy apart. And on this very day, a traveler from another world descends upon this one. Unlike the other travelers, he doesn't cry like a stubbed toe. This human, muscular as an Astartes and clad in unique power armor, gazes upon the demon-stricken battlefield. Without a word, he unleashes the blades on his wrists. A powerful melody fills his surroundings, and his journey to slaughter demons in another world begins. [Doom Slayer] That's his title, or you can call him that. [DOOM] "Which one...

[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.”

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...

andrix: Dante, please let me go. I'm not your father. Your father is still lying in the Stone Hall.

Dante: Impossible! Dad, you're finally back! The Blood Angels are back to you! I can finally retire!

Looking at Dante clinging to his thigh, Sandrix fell silent.

And looking at the group of youngsters around him, their eyes gleaming with gold, ready to recognize their father, and the four gods in the Warp ready to surprise him, he made a decision.

Sandrix: Dad! Please help! Send Guilliman back, or at least that's fine! (Holding his thigh)

Emperor: !!!

War, war, war, endless war.

Khorne cares not for intrigue or loyalty, but only for endless violence and the art of war. A brilliant massacre where the few triumph over the many, a valiant charge against a powerful foe, is more likely to earn the Blood God's favor and blessings—for example, weapons igniting with an inextinguishable demonic fire, or bodies growing larger. Conversely, avoidance, cowardice, or the use of "dishonorable" means may lead to the loss of power or even being devoured by one's own comrades.

"I think humans are actually quite complicated. When I first drove those evil gods back to the warp, many people supported me. Later, they said that I was looking too high and too far, and that I could stop and rest for a while. Many of my defeated opponents said that even if I defeated all opponents and enemies, whether tangible or intangible, I would eventually be defeated by time.

But it doesn't matter, time will prove me right."

Humans have been dragged down by monsters and demons since the First Crusade, and history, this fully-insured semi-trailer, has been running rampant ever since

." You mean, everything in heaven and hell is evil gods of the warp, so why not go on the field yourself? "

What should Neos do in the face of this group of diehard psychic lunatics on the stake? Only:

"Okay, listen up heretics,

wait until I become emperor, I will formulate a new burning method!

Those who believe in evil gods will be burned

, those who use faith to cheat people of their wealth will be burned , and

those who do not believe in humanity will be burned."

"Are you human?"

"I'm not a god! You will go to the stake too!"

"Damn it, you tyrant, what's the difference between you and our church!"

"Oh my God, gentlemen! This diehard actually realized his sins, he can't be burned, he must be pulled out as an example - hang him up and whip him with a copper-headed leather belt!"

A brief summary: A reality warper from the Foundation world is recruited by yellow-haired weasels and transported to the Warhammer universe, embarking on a journey to save humanity. ——— Roan stroked his chin, looking at the handsome young man before him with tanned skin, long black hair, and a golden laurel wreath. "...You mean you're going to take me away from this world to a new universe to start a new life?" "That's right, that universe is wonderful, a fantasy world where humans, elves, orcs, undead, demons, and many other races coexist." My requirements are simple. As the hero I've chosen, you only need to help humanity defeat the demons and the evil god behind them. "I believe this task won't be difficult for a reality warper who can manipulate reality at will, almost to the point of wish fulfillment..."

A virtual reality game based on the Warhammer Universe, boasting a high degree of freedom and incorporating multiple well-known IPs, has become a viral sensation online. Dutch, drawn by its popularity, has also become a player. Little does he know, the game has just begun, and he has already been transported to the real Warhammer Universe, becoming the sole player. Guilliman: Dutch is an excellent warrior, but he doesn't like to listen to people. Every time I give him a mission, he skips it. Talassien: I'm curious how he manages to break stars into blocks. Tau: For that guy, physics doesn't exist. Khorne: That bastard built a giant pillar, saying he'd use it to break me. Nurgle: He kidnapped my children, washed them clean, and that humiliation fills me with grief and anger. Tzeentch: All changes are part of destiny, but that bastard shattered destiny. Slaanesh: Actually, I've already corrupted Dutch, but I dare not tell him. ...Dutch: Forgot the beginning, forgot the end, anyway, let the warp burn. Emperor: Support, 666.

"I'm not asking you to remain within the Cursed's stasis barrier forever. I'm not a demon. However, the Star Sea Punishment, the ultimate solution to the remnants of hundreds of thousands of years of the War in Heaven, is to kill all intelligent life and detonate the universe. What does that mean? What's wrong with your moral sense as an intelligent being? You just spent a year becoming Planet Master, didn't you? If you keep going like this, you'll be a sector leader in ten, galactic overlord in twenty, and dark matter collector in thirty. Finally, you'll build an etheric engine to exterminate all life in the universe. As reflections of all intelligent life in this galaxy, the five of us must stop you. Seriously." Leon: "What are you talking about? Etheric Engine activated! Blow this shithole to ash!" ————————————————————...