An Anime-Loving Taoist Transmigrates to a Western Fantasy World, but It's Warhammer

[Warhammer 40K + absurd comedy + perception filters] Mobis is a veteran otaku Taoist priest. After making a name for himself in a low-magic world of Taoist arts, he transmigrates to another Western fantasy world, one with beastfolk, elves, kingdoms, lords, demons, demon kings, and a world of swords and magic! The emperor, Neos, is the most powerful human mage in the whole server. Does he have 18? 19? 20? 21 children? His children have had a few little misunderstandings among themselves, so they each have a few little conflicts? Even the sixteenth son and the emperor himself have a few little conflicts. What do “thirty years,” “first-born son,” “centaur,” and “gold ring” mean? Never mind. I'm an old-school otaku, after all. I'll give them some good stuff to help mend their father-son relationships! My third brother, Fulgrim, loves beauty, so I'll give him a magic mirror to play with. My ninth brother, Sanguinius, is really handsome, but why does Brother Neos want me to hold a memorial service for him? Why does my thirteenth brother, Guilliman, love this snack called coconut-heart cakes? Why did my sixteenth brother, Horus, start crying when he heard the song “Father”? Was he actually that filial? Hey, why is my fifth brother, Jaghatai, still a rebellious young punk? This blue-robed mage named Kairos who's blocking the road is a pain. Take this Five Thunder Taoist Technique... Hey, why are you dead? Why does this red guy who calls himself the “Lord of Crimson Slaughter” keep inviting me over to his place? Why does Brother Neos keep asking me to sit on his throne? Is this something an ordinary little Taoist priest like me can sit on? Why is this Western fantasy world so weird? Good thing your Taoist master has made a little progress in his arts!