Warhammer 40,000 Ashes of War

When Wen Rendu woke up, his left leg was penetrated by a steel bar, and the only thing around him was the "survival probability" system in his head that kept popping up. He thought this was a golden finger - a standard equipment for time travellers, the capital to make a comeback from desperate situations. Then he found that 90% of the system's functions were unavailable. The remaining 10% will only tell him "the mortality rate is 87%" and "it is recommended to give up." This is the Hive of Velax, a garbage dump on the edge of the empire. The people in the lower hives lived like mice, and the middle hives rotted under the eyes of the state religion. Wen Rendu just wanted to live, until a young man covered in blood gave him a metal plate - the Emperor's Eagle, and his eyes were hollowed out. The system screams like crazy: Warp energy! Discard immediately! But it's too late. The state church's secret arrest team has blocked the door. In the abandoned temple of the Mechanicus, the half-human, half-machine monster said: I have seen this thing before. Those who brought it were burned to death. They were looking for something to kill God. Wen Rendu picked up the metal plaque not because he was brave. But because in this universe where gods eat humans, he wants to know: If gods can be killed, can humans survive? The pursuers are behind. Ahead is darkness. Something in the brand is heating up. The moment he stepped into the abyss, the system popped up the last sentence—— Welcome to the real battlefield. Good luck. What you need is not probability, but miracle.