(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.)

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."

In the distant, mist-shrouded star system lies the planet Mordovia—a forgotten fragment tucked away in the Empire's fringes, perpetually veiled beneath oppressive leaden clouds. Across its surface, towering hive cities rise like monstrous steel behemoths, spewing acrid smog into the skies. Between these urban sprawls stretch vast wastelands of festering ruins and toxic marshes, their putrid stench a testament to the planet's decay.

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]

("Cloudhammer" x3—say it with me now!)

Starring: You, the players. Everyone else? Just NPCs with jobs.

Plot: A horde of chaotic gamers "guided" by desperate NPCs to aggressively stir shit up across the Warhammer universe.

Tags: [Meta-Gaming] [NPCs Suffer] [Fourth Wall? What Fourth Wall?] [Chaos Is a Player’s Middle Name]

"Everyone claims loyalty—yet none dare go!

Loyalty needs no reward, for loyalty is its own reward."

PS: The title was auto-generated by the platform’s algorithm (20k-word testing phase)—don’t let it mislead you o(╥﹏╥)o

Original Title: Warhammer Survival: Starting from Cadia. Read patiently—there’s a surprise!

[Warhammer 40K] [System] [Lovecraftian Horror] [Merciless Protagonist] [Progression Fantasy] [Overpowered] [Leave Your Brain at the Door] [Lore-Friendly…ish]

"Transmigrated during Cadia’s fall? And gifted a ‘Chaos Space Marine Welcome Pack’?" Marcus grinned as the chainsword swung toward him. The moment his Slaughter System activated, the Warhammer universe would learn—what true carnage looked like.

Warhammer 40K | No Female Lead | No Melodrama | Steady Plot Progression

An art student accidentally transmigrates into the grimdark universe of Warhammer 40K and stumbles upon a shard of the Void Dragon—becoming a hybrid of Star God and human. With the power of a C’tan at his disposal, this unlikely protagonist resolves to lead humanity’s resurgence and claim dominion over the galaxy.