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...

Warship design, manufacturing, and sales + Terra + farming + Eve + 40k + Lagrange + Star Wars + Angels

Development direction: Transport - Destroyer - Cruiser - Aircraft Carrier - Battleship - Titan - Megaship (some other ships may be added along the way, such as carrier-based aircraft).

Reference warships: Lagrange + 40k + Eve, etc.

The combat mode is 40k. If you can't accept that or want to see some awesome space battles, then forget it.

I woke up to find myself, a glorious Soviet base vehicle AI, in a bizarre American wasteland—a place filled with atomic punk metal lumps and mutated giant cockroaches, even more outrageous than the heart of capitalism!

To restore order (and incidentally have some fun), I "recruited" a group of tribal natives who couldn't even put on their own pants. The most urgent task? Teaching them to speak magnificent Chinglish! After all, who can stand that incredibly complicated, unrelated native English?

And so, a bizarre sight appeared in the wasteland: a group of blond, blue-eyed burly men, speaking broken, construction-worker-accented English, shouting "Hurrah! For Ironhead God!", drove their magnetic tanks over mutants, followed by a swaying Kirov...

Hey, you over there, the shelter kid in the blue bodysuit, and those tin knights with laser guns, any complaints about the "Red Iron Curtain"? No? Very well, comrade, welcome to the Soviet wasteland!

Lin Xiangchu traveled to a world where humans were forced to fight various alien races, and where humans would perform a ritual called "God's Descent" when they turned fifteen.

Successful people will be called spiritual partners and receive training from the society's top resources.

The contracted spirit that Lin Xiangchu awakened turned out to be the loyal... Lord of Steel? !

"The humans of this world should not be bound by aliens! We will not give up any inch of territory! We will not retreat! The glory of the empire will surely shine in every universe!"

"Mutated Beast King? I thought it was a speed bump. Tell it to my super-heavy tank cluster."

"Bloody Godzilla? Excuse me, behind me is the walking incarnation of Om Messiah!"

The summoning ritual of the cultists? Do you think the iron ring and the mecha brigade behind me are fun?

In addition to natural disasters, geopolitical, religious conflicts, and disputes are also about to erupt at this moment. Neon's desire for land to survive on the mainland, Bharata's ambition to dominate South Asia, and even the distant holy city have erupted in new disputes.

but

This world will eventually belong to the human empire! No matter how many enemies there are, the Solar Auxiliary Army will be overwhelming! No matter how strong the enemy is, the loyal Iron Warriors will crush their defenses.

The Fourth Legion is invincible, no matter how many enemies there are on the ground!

The content includes Warhammer, history, large armies, national wars, mythology, etc. Everything you want to read is here." (This novel is not strictly a Warhammer novel. If you want to read it, you can take a look at my first book, which is a story specifically about the Warhammer universe. The details in it are guaranteed to make you feel the flavor of Warhammer)

The end is near. The power of Chaos surges through the world like a surging undercurrent, dragging the entire Warhammer world into an endless abyss of darkness. On this shattered continent, once-glorious empires crumble, once-thriving towns lie in ruins, and the people struggle for survival in fear and despair. Upon traveling through time, Yi Shi is met with the gaze of Asha. Though the former world of Ashan has been destroyed, her divine power remains. Drawing on this strength, he sets out on a quest to save this fallen world and restore its glory.

The wasteland storm was still roaring, but Su Ze had already pressed the "new game" button.

In a nostalgic game, he and the system unexpectedly plunged into the apocalyptic world of "Faraway"—

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself to be Albert Black, the protagonist exiled from Vault 13.

The regulator's task prompts are cold and impersonal:

"Searching for water purification chips, remaining time: 150 days."

Thus, the ticking of the Geiger counter became his heartbeat.

Every speck of radioactive dust reminded him: This is not a game, this is life.

From a monster-infested wasteland to a steel fortress of super mutants,

From the low growl of the dog meat vendor to the countdown to the nuclear missile silo,

Suze—or rather, Albert—must exist in the collapsing world.

Using the magic of the "system" and the struggle of the "protagonist,"

Go and retrieve that tiny chip.

It also reclaimed humanity's last glimmer of hope and glory.

The end of the world has come, and the legend begins.

Welcome to the wasteland, please don't die too quickly.

As the Hun's horses' hooves shattered the ice of the Rhine, the 16-year-old Roman farmer Marcus knew only two things: run, and revenge.

On the day his village burned to the ground, his parents' blood soaked his sandals, his sister's cries were swallowed by the barbarians' wild laughter. From a slave in the army to a blood-soaked centurion, he grasped the old centurion's sword and tore his way through the corrupt legions: officers fed the barbarians with rations, the emperor watched the flames of Rome drunkenly, and even the swords of Gothic mercenaries were sharper than Roman standards.

When the Vandals sacked the Eternal City, he dragged his dying sister out of the pile of corpses, but his only response was "Don't let Rome rot completely."

In 476, the last Western Roman emperor stepped down from the throne. Marcus stood among the broken pillars, the rust on his sword redder than the setting sun. The empire was dead, but the smoke from cooking stoves crushed by iron hooves, the sighs of dying veterans, the faded word "Rome" on the pages of books—he wanted to let them breathe a little longer in the setting sun.

This is not an epic about saving the world, but a story about a small person who uses his life to protect a spark of light in an era of collapse.

Arriving in Azeroth with a Warhammer-wielding territory, only to find the Orcish War raging, with refugees everywhere and danger lurking everywhere? Seize the opportunity to develop your territory and advance your technology! Hellstorm rocket launchers incinerate the Orcs, dwarven organ cannons crush powerful enemies, and steam workshops mass-produce weapons! Transform your territory into an impregnable fortress! From then on, sweep across the land! The Alliance now has a leader; watch as this Warhammer mage leads the human army to crush the Orcish Horde, blast open the Dark Portal, and seize control of Azeroth's destiny!

Ren Zhile transmigrated, taking the Red Alert: Mental Omega System with him to Terra.

Of course, it's neither Rhea nor Holy Terra.

It's Terra.

In this place, Oripathy ravages the land, war rages on, and natural disasters rage.

But don't worry, he has a system that allows him to deploy units within Mental Omega.

With these powerful units, they should be able to fight against any nation in Terra, right?

Koschke: "When he captured Talulah, I thought he was after Talulah, but when I saw a few bald men with strange helmets coming over, I should have realized he was after me!"

[Warhammer + Fanfic + Alternate Lore + Comedy + System]

College student Yan Yue transmigrated into the body of a Space Marine Centurion—only to discover he’s now leading the last remnants of the Luna Wolves, a legion trapped in the Warp for 10,000 years.

When their battle barge escapes the ruins of Cadia, Yan Yue and his ancient Long War veterans emerge into a galaxy gone mad:

The Imperium is rotting with corruption,

The Inquisition wants them dead,

And his "Loyalty Meter" System keeps pinging: "Bro, maybe don’t mention you served Horus?"

Armed with pre-heresy drip, two layers of PTSD, and a darkly hilarious misunderstanding aura, this accidental warlord must either:

✓ Redeem his legion’s name,

✓ Conquer the Throneworld for giggles, or

✓ Die spectacularly when the Black Templars find him.

The Emperor’s finest? More like… the galaxy’s worst book club.