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?

This is a clash of the souls of the 2K era and the Warhammer 30K era. When Primarch Zero finds a stable soul, can the scorching essence of the Warp scorch everything? Can the Imperium overcome the conspiracy of the Four Gods during the Great Crusade? Can the Primarchs cast aside their illusions and stand together? Zerg, Orks, Eldar, Xenos, Necrons, Chaos Gods. When the Imperium finds a legitimate heir, can it stand firm in the universe? PS: Hello everyone, I am Alexander Tang, the eldest son of the Empire. Please watch the restricted short film below, the Emperor's Ascension Ceremony! Okay, I will take over the Empire from now on. Please maintain your absolute loyalty to the Imperium~! (Boltgun loaded)

In the dark fortieth millennium, in the Purgatory Galaxy. "Didn't you say that I could take the template of the End to Beng Tieshuang? Can you explain to me why we are here!!!" "Didn't you say we were going to the Galaxy!!!" "But not this Galaxy, and aren't you Hyperion? Why are you jumping on the Star Train?" "Don't waste time. If we want to go back, we need to keep exploring new worlds and laying star tracks." "???" Looking at the crazy modified version of Hyperion, Zhou Ye fell into silence. . Then he looked at the golden flames behind him. After a brief silence, Zhou Ye said... "Run, run quickly, I don't want to be caught by the yellow-skinned guy. That guy wants me to be the emperor of mankind. Can't I just bypass the subspace and lay the tracks directly? Is it that serious?"

"This Warhammer shithole is so hard to clean! Those hard lumps are stuck in the pipe list. It's so annoying!"

Chen Long, who was riding the super beast and standing on the monkey version of the ether phase engine, said irritably, dozens of light seconds away!

As a time traveler transported to the Warhammer 40k universe carrying high-dimensional information, could a simple death in the right manner grant him instant invincibility? Zhang Ge glanced at his laser rifle and asked his companions the name of the planet. Upon receiving the answer, "Vigilance," he exclaimed, "I've never had such a wonderful start." As a leading figure in the Imperial Guard, how could death be easy in a battle of this magnitude? Essentially, there was nothing to do, just stay in the trenches, and the enemy would find creative ways to kill you. However, when a casual touch of the laser rifle caused its machine spirit to tremble with joy, and when he seized the opportunity to poke his head out of the trench and kill a dozen heretics, and a shell slammed into the trench, sending shrapnel and shockwaves slicing through the entire platoon's position, killing thirty or forty allies besides Zhang Ge, but just avoiding him, he realized that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

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.

[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

The ordinary Lynn was thrust into the darkest battlefields of the Warhammer 40,000 universe.

Struggling to survive in the ruins of a hive city, a sea of ​​blood and corpses, he was forced into the Imperium's most brutal meat grinder: witnessing Cadia's shattering chaos, battling the infernal Zerg Sea of ​​Baal, wandering beneath the shadow of the Tau Empire's "Greater Good," and even encountering forbidden relics on the edge of the Eye of Terror.

Fighting bloodily for survival, he transformed from a terrified mortal into a ruthless warrior.

However, endless wars and repeated profound transformations by the Mechanicus eroded his humanity and self, pushing him to the brink of inhumanity.

Scarred and wounded, he traversed the burning galaxy, ultimately arriving at Holy Terra, humanity's last bastion.

Facing the final siege of Chaos and the impending extinction of the Golden Throne, Lynn must make the ultimate choice: using his utterly alienated existence and otherworldly soul to become the nameless fuel that sustains the Emperor and the Imperium.

This is his journey, burning himself out in eternal darkness, to become the last ember of the Imperium.

Calixis Sector, Port Wanderer, Blind Eye Bar. "Hello, friend, come sit down. You're looking for a job?" A well-dressed man embraces you, offering you a glass of Renka brandy. "You can call me Siegel, the best Rogue Trader in the Kronos Expanse." "Do other Rogue Traders say the same thing? Friend, to survive in Port Wanderer, you must use your own judgment.

[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.