Global "Genesis" Digital Art Competition, Theme - "War"!
Other contestants: A romance with a mecha? A magical girl saving the world? That's too small!
Jiang Chen, who was burdened with huge debts, looked at his empty account with a crazy smile on his face!
It’s a directly authentic clip from “Warhammer 40K: Astartes”!
The moment "empathy" was turned on, live broadcast rooms around the world exploded!
Cold and heavy power armor! Scarlet and ferocious eyepieces! The Space Marine known as "Can," armed with a grenade launcher, steps onto the dark ship!
In the narrow passage, the alien monster screamed and rushed over!
The next second—"Bang!" Blood and flesh flew everywhere! "Equality for all" in the literal sense!
The judges lost their composure on the spot:
"What kind of violent aesthetics is this?! My titanium alloy dog eyes!"
"This thing can destroy a tank with one shot, right?!"
The global audience SAN value is reset to zero, and the server is smoking due to the barrage:
"WAAAGH! I think that's pretty strong!"
"By the Emperor! This is what a tough guy should see!"
"Where is the registration office? I want to wear a canned toy too!"
"First, ask the political commissar if you are loyal enough!"
"The Adeptus Mechanicus says: The technical details are spot on. Praise the God of Machines!"
Jiang Chen looked at the audience's "naive" appearance, and felt nothing in his heart. He even wanted to give them a heat melt.
"Where are we going now?"
"The Necrons haven't woken up yet, the Orcs haven't WAAAGH yet, and as for those long-eared tsunderes..."
"Wait, for the Emperor!"
"Next, I'll show you what true loyalty and sincerity mean!"
Xie Yong, a poor wage earner, woke up from a sleep and found himself in prison, but this was not an ordinary prison... As for why it was different, he didn't understand, because he was just an Ogryn. Yes, it was the legal sub-human Ogryn designated by the Ministry of Military Affairs. At the same time, it was also a coin with a slightly larger denomination in the hands of the Emperor of Mankind. Although he was imprisoned, fortunately he still had a system in his head. He just wanted me, an Ogryn, to understand the system's prompts? ! Hahaha, why not let Tzeentch teach me to count to 9? What? I can really count to 9! Hey! System, this mission is over
Xie Yong, a poor wage earner, found himself in prison after waking up from a sleep, but this was not an ordinary prison... As for why it was not ordinary, he did not understand, because he was just an Ogryn ape-man. That's right, it was the legal sub-human Ogryn ape-man designated by the Ministry of Military Affairs. At the same time, it was also a coin with a slightly larger denomination in the hands of the Human Emperor. Although he was imprisoned, fortunately he still had a system in his head. Just want me, an Ogryn ape-man, to understand the prompts of the system? ! Hahaha, why don't you let Tzeentch teach me to count to the number 9? What? I can really count to 9! Hello! System, this mission is completed
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.)
(Early Marvel, mid-story DC, late-stage multiverse crossover)
Li Wen, a struggling fanfiction writer barely making ends meet, died in the most pathetic way possible - electrocuted by spilled boba tea while researching Warhammer 40K lore to meet his writing quota.
When he woke up, he found himself in a mysterious void space with an Anomaly Containment System - but there's a catch. Before activation, he must first recruit his own containment task force.
Faced with a selection wheel spanning a dozen possible worlds, Li watched in horror as the pointer landed on its final destination. His face went pale as he muttered:
"Of all places... it had to pick this godforsaken shithole of a universe!"
This is an age of humanity's resurgence! After countless trials and tribulations, a great being known as the Emperor is formally attempting to rebuild the glory of the human race. But on the other side of the material universe, the Chaos Gods have long since regarded humanity as their main course... In this dark and terrifying cosmos, the only future is war!
That is, until the soul of an ancient Terran, named Osiris, arrives in the Warhammer universe and into the body of Lycaeus. The threads of destiny begin to intertwine. Can this outsider turn the tide for a humanity whose fate is already sealed?
For now, Osiris knows nothing of this. He's staring blankly at the mining pick in his hand...
"Damn it, hasn't Corax's amniotic pod landed yet? I don't want to mine anymore!!!!" Sandman stares into the pitch-black mine and falls into a profound silence...
Imperial Chronicler: May I ask why you chose the Space Wolves Chapter?
Baldur Ironhammer: Because I was thrown there.
Imperial Chronicler: What do you think is the greatest strength of the noble Primarch?
Baldur Ironhammer: He is kind to his own people.
Imperial Chronicler: How did you become so powerful?
Baldur Ironhammer: The investment I made with my own ability and my own efforts.
Imperial Chronicler: How do you respond to the accusations of the Imperial High Lords that you are hiding a secret?
Baldur Ironhammer: Wait a moment.
Baldur picked up the communicator and dialed a number: Tell the Thirteenth Company, I want to eat fish!
The story takes place in a different world where magic resources are strictly controlled by the mage class, and spellcasting is the exclusive privilege of the upper class. As a special group of beings, gene sorcerers possess psychic talents that allow them to cast spells without the need for magic circuits, but they are long suppressed by the mage forces.
Calixis Sector, Port Wanderer, Blind Eye Bar. "Hello, friend, come sit down. You're looking for a job?" A well-dressed man embraces you, offering you a glass of Renka brandy. "You can call me Siegel, the best Rogue Trader in the Kronos Expanse." "Do other Rogue Traders say the same thing? Friend, to survive in Port Wanderer, you must use your own judgment.
Darkness and despair are the bywords of this world, tormenting every living thing like a living hell. But this time, fate played a small trick, allowing a forgotten knight to be reborn with new life. Looking upon the suffering Imperium, the great Primarch of the Second Legion, the Knight of Knights, the Warmaster of Warmasters, Mordred, cried out loudly: "Father, I never wanted to betray you, but if we cannot save the Imperium from your mistakes, then let the galaxy burn!