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
As a member of the ancient Dwarf race, how should he face the threats of Greenskins, Skaven and even the Chaos Gods, recapture the lost mountain fortress, retrieve the lost artifacts, and restore the glory of the Mountain Kingdom?
The era of the decline and fall of the galaxy has arrived, and the power to destroy the world has gathered unprecedentedly.
The minions of the four evil gods are wreaking havoc in the real universe. The terrifying monsters and demon legions in the dark night of old have brought destruction and despair to countless human worlds.
In the darkness, a ray of light emerged.
Carrying countless human technologies, the soul from another world came back to life with the help of the body of the thirteenth parent and child of the imperial emperor.
The battle between humans and evil gods is rekindled.
In the name of the Emperor, countless human heroes gather again.
Blood and corpses will pave the way for the glory of mankind.
"As soon as I opened my eyes, you told me that human beings are about to die??"
Aaron, living in 600 BCE, felt his father was an inadequate father, a mere biological father, and had driven his mother away. That is until he began encountering demigods in his dreams, seeking their father, who called him brother. So, had the old man cheated? Aaron was furious, determined to avenge his mother. But his brothers addressed him so affectionately, asking for things their father had used—relics, so to speak, to slay demons. He gave his father's pillow to Guilliman, his carved clay tablets to Lorgar, his hunting spear to the Lion, his donkey to Jaghatai... Wait, Horus, what do you want? Your father's clothes? In the 42nd Millennium, all the Primarchs broke free from the river of time, liberating the very essence of the Warp and freeing themselves from the constraints of loyalty and betrayal...
[A Great Filial Piety] + [The Third Reich] + [Abstract Man] + [Brotherly Love] [The New Emperor's Authorized History] + [Not Chaos, But Worse Than Chaos] Under the temptation of the Four Gods, an internal struggle within the Empire - the Horus Heresy.
It is about to begin, and the fate of mankind is heading towards despair.
Until - the eleventh Primarch named Francis Crick resurrected.
Lord of Change: He is not in my plan.
Blood God: Why doesn't he even look at me.
Lord of Corruption: He is so nice!
He can drink whatever I make!
King of Debauchery: I can't stand him when I see him... Faced with something he has never seen before, Francis has only one sentence
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.