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.
If you can't give me a future, then I'll take it myself with my chainsaw axe. Your so-called saving of humanity is nothing but a lie, while we are the future of humanity.
A college student who had just finished the college entrance examination was ruthlessly conscripted after watching a video of a lobster on a small website.
Warhammer 40k Zhou Pingan didn’t know what kind of world this was, but from Lobster’s video he could see that this world was even more chaotic than a toilet.
How could ordinary mortals have a chance to survive?
Fortunately, he was lucky enough to at least come to the Knight Family.
What's even better is that he was already playing this game of Stellaris right before he was conscripted, and he is the Emperor of the Human Federation.
After he was conscripted, the stars had been moving with various blessings. As Zhou Pingan traveled, his empire finally locked on his position.
We will seek you, we will come to you, Emperor.
How can the world be so chaotic? How can human beings only live such a miserable life?
This is rebellion, this is heresy.
This is the greatest treason and heresy!
What a desecration of human life here!
The wrath of the Human Federation will surely wash over the entire galaxy anew, and our fleet will cover the sky no matter how many suns there are in the sky.
In the fortieth millennium, knowledge is an eternal curse.
Tech Priest Exanders Statcali discovered a distress signal from ten thousand years ago, originating from a forgotten, dead world—Xerath.
There was no life there, only a steel ruin stretching across the continent, and a black pyramid that looked out of place, bearing the emblem of the Mechanicus.
When the exploration team entered the silent sanctuary, they discovered not the expected relic, but a terrifying creation, half-human, half-machine, imprisoned in a vessel. Its final warning was not a gift to humanity, but a death knell tolling for the entire galaxy:
"They're awake! Run!!!"
Now, Exanders must confront a harsh truth: some knowledge is not for mortals to grasp; some silences, once broken, are the end of eternity.
Transmigrating to 40K, only to start as a nearly-dead AI in a Scrap Knight mech? Lynch panicked! Fortunately, the Mythic Construction System has awakened! As long as the pilot's emotions are right, every Gundam in my memory can be recreated! Is the young pilot Ilana angry? [Ding! Strong "Angry" emotion detected! Unlock Mythic Construction: Crimson Comet Mode! Increase mobility by 300%!] "The Tech-Priest said my Machine Soul is overactive? No, it's called Triple Speed!" Under Ork fire, Ilana's will to survive erupts? [Ding! Strong "Survival" emotion detected! Unlock Mythic Construction: AT Field! In the name of the "Emperor's Aegis," deploy absolute defense!] "Withstand the fire, unscathed! It's the Emperor's blessing!" Running out of ammunition and food, trapped in a swarm of insects? [Ding! "Desperate" emotion detected! Ultimate Construction...
[This is a lighthearted, humorous, non-violent, non-female-lead, system-based, and villainous story. Read with confidence!]
On Earth, Li Hua, an ordinary college student who loves the Warhammer universe, is unexpectedly transported to the Warhammer 40K universe by sheer luck (on a physical level), born as an ordinary green-skinned orc boy. To survive, with the help of a system and his knowledge of the Warhammer universe, Li Hua gradually grows into a powerful green-skinned mastermind who unifies the planet. He is later recruited by Mag Uruk Sarak, the Bonecrusher, thus beginning a massive, galactic-shattering conflict!
Let's bring a little fun to this hopeless universe.
The warp power will unite with the messengers of chaos to offer "him," the blind and foolish Azathoth, the blissful dream of chaos.
Whether you are a Primarch, an Orc, an Eldar, or even the highest deities, come and join this chaotic and frenzied revelry!
Because anything is possible here.
Hopefully, this crazy and wonderful show will keep "He" from waking up too soon.
After all, no one knows whether we will still exist after the blind and foolish god Azathoth awakens.
Within the steel cage, Chang Yang's consciousness awakened within his shattered body. The glory of the Black Sanctuary had been tainted by torture, replaced by the resilience of another soul. Deep within this blasphemous Sword-class frigate, whispers of the warp surged like a tide, only to shatter before the barriers of his thoughts. Only one cold, cunning voice was an exception—not for corruption, but to offer a blood-paved stairway to divinity.
The protagonist, Ling Ji, was a lowly slave in a primitive civilization in his previous life. In that cruel world of cannibalism, he witnessed his fellow citizens being treated as food by the powerful and playthings by alien forces. He suppressed his humble longing for warmth and, with his extreme cunning and ruthless methods, meticulously planned and destroyed half of the primitive civilization's world—a "liberation" he offered to his suffering compatriots, and the grandest art in his eyes. His only regret was failing to drag the other half of the world into annihilation. A gift (or malice) from an unknown entity led him to be reborn in the 41st millennium of the Holy Empire of Humanity, reduced to a serf in the Nest Capital. The decay, brutality, and cannibalistic nature of this world are exactly the same as in his previous life. What will Ling Ji choose to do now?
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.