At the end of the Terran Unification Wars, the God-Emperor's offspring was cast across the galaxy by a Warp storm. The Emperor's Great Crusade unfolded across the galaxy under the watchful eyes of the Four Gods, foreshadowing the future of humanity. For unknown reasons, an alien soul arrived in Warhammer, becoming the Clown Primarch, Mortarion.

[Natural disaster + mass production of troops + no female lead + decisive killing + four races of heroes + savior] As usual, young Fang Yun finished a game of Warcraft III, and the water cup next to him inexplicably spilled on the keyboard. A burst of lightning illuminated the dormitory, and Fang Yun regained consciousness.

"It's over! Five hundred worlds!"

It turns out that Fang Yun has arrived in the Warhammer 40k era.

So Tzeentch! Khorne! Nurgle! Slaanesh! And that false emperor sitting high on a golden toilet!

Let the Scourge send you on your way!!!

[First-time author here—fair warning, the opening’s rough, but it gets better!]

After accidentally transmigrating into the grimdark universe of Warhammer 40K, Lin Fan discovers he possesses an uncanny ability. Under its influence:

The Necrons, slayers of the Old Ones and extinguishers of stars, find themselves powerless against him—dubbing him "The Subjective One."

Slaanesh writhes in frustration, unable to corrupt him.

Tzeentch, seeing Lin Fan as an existential threat, weaves endless schemes to save itself from annihilation.

On the eve of Abaddon the Despoiler’s 13th Black Crusade, the galaxy burns with unrelenting war. Amidst escalating battles and unbearable casualties, Lin Fan realizes... (to be continued)

The protagonist Warwick was complaining about the tithe, and then he was watching the lobster recruitment, so he said something bad and was forcibly teleported into the Warhammer 40K world.

Obtain a system that absorbs emotional values, summons warriors from various movies, TV shows, and games, and builds an empire.

Halo, Super God, Star Wars, Azure, etc.

I am pure cloud! cloud! cloud!

It is a fusion of various works, and the combat effectiveness is different!

[Multiple worlds + collector's mentality + base building + female protagonist (non-human) + late-game troop buildup + system that's just going through the motions]

Ostro, a transmigrator, looked around and thought he had been reborn into a high-tech era, until he discovered Terra, Eldar, the Martian technological world, and the intelligent legions in his memories, and then he burst into tears.

Good news, we're in the Golden Age (dark technology); bad news, the Iron Man rebellion hasn't happened yet; good news, my parents in this body have some assets on Mars; bad news, they're both dead and I just cried myself to death.

Until the system delivered the gift pack, making me feel invincible with the cheat, and then the system, having delivered the gift, simply left.

At least it gave Ostro some hope, didn't it?

then:

Cult of Mechanics: How does he always manage to retrieve the complete STC template? He must be a Chosen One of Ohm Messiah.

Primal: A powerful, loyal, and resource-rich sage. We should try to get along with him. He has no other flaws except that he sometimes likes to steal the power armor from his minions.

All Astartes: Do you still want the power armor I just DIYed? You promised to trade it for 10 Terminators, can you still do that?

Tarasin: You're stealing my loot! Fine, you took my spoils, but how did they end up in my house?

(This is a new book by a new author, please forgive any shortcomings!)

Dark, Despair,

The Emperor's might walks the galaxy, seeking to restore humanity to its former glory.

But fate played a little joke on me.

The fate of mankind has long been controlled by the evil god, and only darkness and war are eternal in this world.

^^^^^^^^^^^^

"Ah! What you said is right, but what does this have to do with me? I'm just an everyday person and I like to have fun," said Hogg Menethil, the Primarch of the 11th Legion, to the big golden guy in front of him.

After the failure of the Horus Heresy, the Chaos Legions retreated into the Eye of Terror. Among them, the Iron Warriors Legion's quickly raised troops, Peter and his brothers, broke away from the Legion and formed their own warband, the "Forged in Steel" Brothers.

"We are no longer 'hasty recruits,' no longer expendable, no longer Iron Warriors, no longer slaves to Perturabo. We are now the 'Forged in Steel' Brothers."

"And this is my battle axe, 'The Blood of Crassus.' The Blood of Crassus will have its vengeance.

[Warhammer 40k][Rogue Trader][A small portion of Warhammer] Lin Feng was originally just an ordinary office worker, accidentally captured by yellow-skinned soldiers on his way home from get off work and made a scapegoat. However, unlike other miserable soldiers, he has an entire family of Rogue Traders behind him.

Ever since the Chaos Gods launched a new round of their "Great Game" in the World of Warhammer Fantasy, the infamous shithole universe of Warhammer 40K—already renowned across the Sea of Void as the "Chaos God’s Sewer"—officially earned itself a permanent blacklist from all civilized realities. Why? Too many demons. Too many cultists. Too much bullshit.

The God-Emperor of Mankind, suffering collateral damage, wasn’t just blacklisted—He also found Himself locked out of the Warhammer Fantasy world by the Four’s paranoid blockades. No more "borrowing" resources. No more easy wins.

So what’s a tired, golden-skinned overlord to do?

Start spam-fishing.

The Emperor began hurling isekai’d outsiders through the Warp like junk data, hoping some poor sucker would take the bait.

Enter Li Wei, a dude from Earth who just got his "resident permit" revoked by reality itself.

Now, stranded before a kaleidoscopic abyss of screaming souls and warp-storms, he has two choices:

Die horribly.

Become the God-Emperor’s newest (and most unwilling) "Vanguard of the Heavens."

(Spoiler: He doesn’t get to pick.)