A perfectly normal tale of a cheerful Greenskin’s adventures in the Warhammer 40K universe.

- Their meks are too tiny—can’t even compare to Gorkamorka’s Fist or a proper Stompa.

- Their way of pickin’ bosses is stupid. Too much talkin’! Why not just WAAAGH! and krump the biggest git?

- And why dey always workin’ and fightin’ over dumb stuff? ORKS IZ FREE! We fight, we laugh, we WAAAGH!—dat’s da good life!

Tags: [Ork Logic] [Bigger = Better] [WAAAGH!-Fuelled Plot Armor] [Reality? Optional]

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.

This is an age of darkness and despair.

In the dark forty-first millennium, the Emperor has long passed away and the Sons of God no longer walk the earth. The future of mankind is filled with endless darkness and war. The fate of mankind seems destined to rot slowly in that bloated and rigid empire. Until the souls from another world arrived.

"Guys, there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Good news."

"The good news is that we have traveled through time, this is a vast interstellar era, and we are interstellar supermen with two hearts and three lungs, high status, and it seems that we have also been given a very wagggh plug-in."

"Great, isn't this the treatment of the protagonist of a cool novel in another world? I can't wait to enjoy the other world...

Before Leman Russ met his father, the Emperor, a small eyeball-shaped spaceship landed on the planet Fenris.

Russ found a little boy with a tail inside. Because the boy had the same experience as himself, Russ decided to adopt him.

Many years later, this child was revered as the strongest warrior of mankind, the Humanoid Extermination Order, and the Planet Annihilator.

The Aliens called him the God of Destruction, the Eldar called him the God of War of Humanity, the Necrons called him the Scourge of the Galaxy, and Khorne vowed to get him.

Until one day, a dazzling golden light burst out from his body, making the entire universe tremble.

The strongest warrior in the universe! Was born!

[30k to 40k, some semi-apocryphal content, no female protagonist, loyalty, not a "wish fulfillment" story]"

Hermes: "Horus, my friend, death is not the end!"

"We were never soldiers... In their eyes, we were made to be the personification of rage. In their eyes, we must exist only for destruction. But we were once his companions. We were the ones he trusted. We were his advisors, his artisans. We were a glimpse of what this species could become if guided correctly, freed from its own malice and weakness. Of course, we were also taught how to fight. He knew that war was coming. It was a necessary step for ascension.

A mortal was chosen by the Ultramarines and underwent nineteen genetic modifications to become a Space Marine. Since then, he and his team have faced the Tyranids, the Green Orcs, fought against the evil god Slaanesh, eliminated the rebels, and forged brotherhood and glory in the brutal war.

Do you believe in the Imperial Truth? I admire the first person to make a deal with the Four Gods; they might even end up paralyzed on the toilet. Yellow-skinned man, when I build the Warp Pump, I'll definitely make you awaken. Those who awaken will eventually step down from the Golden Throne. Finally, let me say this: technology is accelerating! 'Solar Tomahawk', 'Thor Mech', 'Arc Generator', 'Hyperspace Rail', 'Warp Drive', 'Cybercles', 'Aether Phase Drive', 'The Reincarnation of the Om Messiah'. That's all—'Made in Stellaris!' Serious version: Leon, who traveled to the remote Warhammer of the M32 era, became a soulless being. With the knowledge he had gained from many other science fiction works before his travels, he transformed himself into a priest of the Mechanicum. While replicating the technologies of various other worlds in the Warhammer universe, he began to spread the light of reason brought by the truth and technology of the Empire in this cesspool of a universe. He punched the greenskins, kicked the Chaos, gathered the traitor legions, and reshaped the future of mankind... In theory, this is how it should have been. Looking at the closed gate of the Terra Palace in front of him, Leon said with tears in his eyes: "Open the door! I really am here to save the Emperor from the toilet!"

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!

In the 40th millennium, humanity teeters on the brink of destruction, and the universe pervades with eternal war. Within the Warp, the Dark Gods whisper, engaging in their never-ending grand game, manipulating the course of fate. The unexpected arrival of a stranger unleashes a wave of change that deviates from the predetermined destiny. Doom Slayer! May your sword drink the blood of your enemies, and may your name resound throughout the universe.

Wayne, a time traveler, traveled to Nostramo in the Warhammer universe and became a powerful aristocratic capitalist. He was thinking that his life would just go on like this when the Primarch's cultivation chamber fell from the sky, smashed through Wayne's adamantine barrier, and appeared in the factory. At this time, Wayne knew that his chance to adopt the Primarch had come.