This is the distant forty-first millennium. The emperor who once protected humanity has transformed into a cold, black sun. If no one can seize humanity's last chance for resurgence, then I will... make the galaxy burn once more!

[30k to 40k, some semi-apocryphal content, no female protagonist, loyalty, not a "wish fulfillment" story]"

Hermes: "Horus, my friend, death is not the end!"

"We were never soldiers... In their eyes, we were made to be the personification of rage. In their eyes, we must exist only for destruction. But we were once his companions. We were the ones he trusted. We were his advisors, his artisans. We were a glimpse of what this species could become if guided correctly, freed from its own malice and weakness. Of course, we were also taught how to fight. He knew that war was coming. It was a necessary step for ascension.

Upon traversing Warhammer 40K, Livy awakens the "Soulless" trait, becoming the most despised warp insulator in the entire galaxy.

Bearing nothingness, merging with the dead.

It uses living metal to forge a body and imprisons the Star God as its source.

Transformed into the Silver Reaper, Li Wei vows to crush the endless sea of ​​insects with forbidden power, causing countless evil gods to fall in trembling fear.

In the third millennium, Immor, located on Holy Terra, crafted a Warhammer prize box. The day after its completion, a city materialized within the box, where a group of thugs were committing crimes. Driven by a sense of justice, Immor decided to punish evil and promote good, thus setting in motion the threads of fate. The Emperor both loved and hated Immor; love stemmed from the appearance of a second beacon in the dark human world; hatred arose from the latter's theft of his son, much like the Four Gods. Khorne was enraged by the theft of his title as the second brother. Nurgle wept in anger at the theft of Aisha. Death, in league with Immor, terrified Slaanesh. A second Weaver of Fate appeared, driving Tzeentch mad. A product of humanity's 2K era, Tal Rashin was ecstatic. A certain sunny and cheerful young man...

The galaxy's era of decline has arrived, and the Cadia Fortress was destroyed by the Chaos Army. Cracks appeared in the subspace, and countless terrifying monsters and demon armies of the Old Night emerged.

Qin Yun accidentally traveled to this desperate era and became the Emperor's living saint, responsible for tricking players into working in the Warhammer universe.

Since then, the style of this desperate galaxy has completely changed.

"In such a big galaxy, there is not even a Colossus of Heavenly Punishment. This is a shame for all the players in the stars. Brothers, work hard to mine, build Colossi, and create wonders."

"I am the chosen one of the gods. Those oil men on Mars dared to question my design. They are heretics. We must declare war."

"A small galaxy actually has so many races, such as bugs, ribs, greenskins, and titanium. Isn't this a betrayal to the Emperor? Immediately launch the world-destroying Heavenly Punishment and implement the extinction plan."

"If we can't save mankind, let the galaxy burn. From the hazy star field to the far eastern frontier, start a war and let the stars fall."

"Who told you that Terra is orthodox? The place where the Thirteenth Master is is orthodox. Whoever disagrees, start a war."

"Everyone who has played it knows that this Warhammer game is really great. Look, the Emperor has given me another task, asking us to go to Baal to fight the Zerg and resurrect the Archangel."

[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.”

In the 41st millennium, the hope of the human empire, Regent Guilliman returns.

But this has nothing to do with the mortal legions far away in the Gondva galaxy.

For over a hundred centuries, the Emperor had sat motionless on the golden throne of Holy Terra. He is the Lord of mankind. Fight the darkness with endless armies and millions of worlds.

However, thousands of souls are sacrificed every day so that his soul can continue to burn.

As one of the countless living beings in this era, living under the most cruel and bloody regime you can imagine, enduring eternal carnage and massacre, the cries of pain and sorrow are drowned out by the longing laughter of the God of Darkness.

This is a dark and terrible era. There is no peace among the stars, because in this dark and distant future, there is only war.

When a time traveler raises his head and looks at the starry sky, he will eventually become the Emperor's most important currency, the Astra Militarum, and the greatest general in the Imperial Hammer.

[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﹡)

The end is near. The power of Chaos surges through the world like a surging undercurrent, dragging the entire Warhammer world into an endless abyss of darkness. On this shattered continent, once-glorious empires crumble, once-thriving towns lie in ruins, and the people struggle for survival in fear and despair. Upon traveling through time, Yi Shi is met with the gaze of Asha. Though the former world of Ashan has been destroyed, her divine power remains. Drawing on this strength, he sets out on a quest to save this fallen world and restore its glory.

[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...