This is a story about a gear boy. Although he didn't become a space warrior, he wants to tell everyone who hasn't traveled through time: As long as we and Big Head are here, the Empire's combat effectiveness is still 99%, and humanity will still stand firm! In the name of the holy binary, loudly praise Ohm Messiah. All glory to the God of All Machines. Praise together. Praise machinery, praise steel. You are the master who casts all things, the apocalypse that destroys everything. Evaporate, burn, and cast. Steel is eternal, machinery is immortal, and the way of steel is materialism. Machinery is the truth. More is better, bigger is beautiful. Billions of turrets are your glory. Roaring engines are your sermons. (The author is not a serious person, so the story is not a serious story. ps: GW's story setting is too ridiculous. In order to make the story more rigorous and reasonable, I changed it. If you don't like it, please don't criticize)

Coral accidentally traveled through Warhammer 40k and became a rebellious Chaos Space Marine at the beginning. He was still one of the Night Lords who defected to Chaos, but he accidentally gained the ability of void and dark matter.

But what a heresy this is! Why is this Astartes a pure-blooded human! Why does he have the power to control the void and dark matter!

Why did he regenerate after his death?

Chaos, Empire, Zerg, Eldar, Necrons, Orks, Tau... Wait, here comes the Void again?

Kolar is a void force from a higher dimensional universe.

After traveling to 30K, Wop thought he would just eat and wait for death, but he never thought that the Emperor would ask him to raise children. "Neos, they are your sons! You, as a father, give up and leave all the children to me? How can you be a father like this?" "Horus, you are the son of the First Return, the Emperor's favorite son, why are you looking for me? Don't come over!" "Perturabo, what are you doing? Put me down, I want to stay with Sanguinius!" "Shell, stop Angron quickly, he wants to read my mind! What? You said you also want to know who my favorite child is?" "I told you I'm not your father!"

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)

(My first webnovel—a slow-burn story that builds in intensity!)

The Imperium of Man is a galaxy-spanning empire devoted to a god-like figure—the Emperor, enthroned in eternal vigil upon the Golden Throne. Even in this technologically advanced yet decaying future, faith and dogma remain the bedrock of society.

Pilgrims are those who undertake perilous journeys to prove devotion, seek redemption, or fulfill sacred obligations. Their destinations may include holy sites such as Terra (Holy Earth), where the Emperor slumbers, or other worlds sanctified by martyrdom and miracle.

Pilgrim-ships are the decrepit, overcrowded vessels that carry these masses through the void. Picture a floating slum in space, packed with hundreds of thousands of desperate souls. These voyages are long, grueling, and rife with danger—starvation, mutant uprisings, warp-borne horrors, and the ever-looming threat of heresy.

Title: Warhammer + Fourth Scourge + Space Pirate "Ship-Lord"

Description:

Minion A: "Boss! There’s a bunch of Chaos tin-cans ahead!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Pull alongside ‘em."

Minion B: "Boss! Some pointy-eared space elves up front!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Pull alongside ‘em."

Minion C: "Boss! A mob of green fungus freaks!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Pull alongside ‘em."

Minion D: "Boss! There’s a Primarch with a few tin-cans brawling with Warp demons!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Holy sh—"

Minion D (mishearing): "Boss says pull alongside ‘em!"

Zhao Dezhu: "……"

(This is a chaotic comedy—veteran Warhammer fans, go easy on the hate! Expect abstract memes, zero logic, and maximum yolo.)

"In the dark and distant future, there is only war. When the ancient Doom Slayer awakens once more by the Emperor’s will, and when the gaze of the primordial Four turns again upon the material universe, the veil between realms grows ever thinner. In this age of crumbling barriers, can the Doom Guy truly bring hope to humanity—or even the entire galaxy—as the Emperor desires?"

(Note: This is an ensemble narrative—readers who dislike this style, beware! While Doom’s storyline is absolutely present, the early chapters focus more on a sprawling cast, akin to the "Roboutian Heresy" fanworks. This is a fresh timeline, so the return of the Primarchs and major battles may not follow chronological order. That said, core lore remains intact.)

About Warhammer 40k and My World:

A 3k unlucky guy who was dragged to 40k by Barou: I am really a loyalist, but my loyalty is not to the psychic Barou, nor to the decadent and declining human empire, which is not worthy of representing humanity! Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat, for the greater good, Whaaaagh!!

The world is on the brink of doomsday, and the mysterious game of national destiny has made the people of Blue Star panic.

Feng Yuan returns from the Warhammer universe and finds himself in the National Destiny Game.

People lament the defeat of another victim,

However--

"No matter how tough the zombies are, can they be tougher than my chainsaw sword?"

"Wizard? Do you dare to chant a spell in front of Sister Silence again?"

"No matter how fast the sword of a sword master is, can it be faster than the bolter of a space marine?"

"Titan troops, tear off the wings of those giant lizards and give them to you as a snack tonight!"

"And you, gods of the other world, tremble before the wrath of the Emperor!"

Tags: [Warhammer] [Godslaying] [Combat] [Blood-Pumping] [Not Exactly Lighthearted]

Who is Wang Shao?

Just another nameless extra in the grand drama of deicide—the first cannon fodder to die when Lin Qiye made his entrance.

But death was only the beginning.

His soul hurtled through the void, reborn in the nightmarish crucible of the Warhammer universe. There, he learned the only truth that matters: In the face of annihilation, you trust your own strength—or you perish.

Through fire and blood, he ascended to become one of the Emperor’s chosen—a Salamanders Space Marine, clad in adamantium and faith.

Until betrayal cast him into the abyss.

Yet by the caprice of the Warp, Wang Shao awoke back on Earth, days before Lin Qiye’s fateful arrival.

This time, the so-called "gods" of this world will burn.

"I am the Emperor’s Angel of Death—and their end has come."