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.

Good news, it's Terra.

Bad news, it's Holy Terra.

After crossing over to Warhammer 40K, Alvin was desperate and cried like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on.

Wait... Alvin looked at the strange world with a blank face: "Hey, where the hell did I come from? Is this still the 40K universe?"

Alvin was surprised to find that he could travel back and forth between Warhammer and the universe!

So, he planned to give the universe a little "Warhammer" shock!

Trisolaran: I don't know, we just arrived on Earth, and hundreds of two-meter-tall men jumped in, shouting for the Emperor, and then cut down everyone they saw with their swords!

Alien: I was wrong, I shouldn't have provoked those monsters shouting "Waaaag" from the beginning!

Umbrella: What tyrant? I want Thunder Warriors!

Alvin: I trade with you to give you face. Since you don't give me face, don't blame me for turning hostile.

Come on, load the macro cannon, there are heretics here, extermination order!

[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.

Reincarnated as the Primarch of the lost Eleventh Legion, the protagonist finds himself facing an erased destiny.

Chosen by the source realm known as the Kingdom of Disorder, Ning Lu’s fate is rewritten from the very moment he awakens in the gene-lab gestation pod. With the power of mysticism and alchemy, he delivers a startling blow to the four Chaos Gods.

During the Great Crusade, he expands the frontiers of the Imperium. In the Horus Heresy, he personally executes traitor Primarchs.

After the Emperor is bound to the Golden Throne, he becomes the last active Primarch—constantly rushing between war zones to extinguish fires across the galaxy.

In the War of the Beast, he slays the Beast itself.

During the Long War, he strikes terror into the hearts of traitors and heretics.

All praise his unwavering loyalty. But… is that the whole truth?

“I'm just taking advantage of the situation. What? You didn’t notice?

With the right alchemical ingredients, I can cultivate Beyonders.

Belisarius Cawl? He’s just my ‘mentor’…”

“I am the shadow of Order, exploiting every loophole hidden within the rules.”

He is The Black Emperor—a being who rewrites the laws of reality, forges a new Imperium, and opens a future of hope amid the darkness for all of humanity.

[Keywords: Warhammer + Primarch OC + Original Legion + Lord of the Mysteries + Potion Pathways / Sequences]

Sislaine traveled to the Warhammer world. As a pure-blooded human, he held the Star Template in his left hand and the Imperial Truth in his right hand, and could always see through all the actions of the enemy.

When Sislaine was commanding the Empire to defeat the alien invasion, the new map was fully unlocked, and we could finally move towards the stars and connect with the universe.

Then, he saw the greenskins entrenched at his door in front of him, the cans fighting the Necrons next to him, the Eye of Terror not far away, the Tyranids at his back, and the Imperial Navy Fleet that was collecting tithes everywhere...

[Please lead your new empire to become powerful]

"Fuck! I thought I traveled through time to be the emperor."

"In the end, you told me that the place I traveled to is called Warhammer?

" "Or the most chaotic 40K?"

"Ascension! Ascension! First the military disaster will fly! Then the cultural disaster will fly!"

"And Emperor, don't give me blind orders in my ear, just sit there and watch..."

[A mortal warmaster story about the Imperial Navy, with many female protagonists and a lot of hammering! ]

Horatio never expected that he, a scum of the lower nest who was sentenced to death at the beginning, would become the first expedition warmaster from the Imperial Navy.

He was awarded the command scepter of the Imperial Armed Forces by the Imperial Regent Guilliman with a smile.

The Lion King Lion patted his shoulder and said, "Leave the battle line to you, I'm going to kill people."

The Second Imperial Emperor *Bang! *Saint Lesto dreamed of taking care of his unlucky yellow-armored child.

He was regarded as the favorite bedtime story by the God Emperor and the Four Gods.

Well, it's over.

Adjutant, sound the battle alarm!

The Hell Vanguard immediately launched an orbital airborne strike! The Lord Guard launched a boarding attack on the rebel flagship!

Today, only Abaddon and I can leave this void alive!

All this started on the day at the end of the 41st millennium of the Dark Boundless...

What is it like to travel to a world that is destined to be destroyed?

Lynch said he didn't want to know.

Not only did he travel to a world of despair, but he also reached the front line of resistance against demons and became cannon fodder in the bloody battle with demons, a lizard man.

Lizardman Lynch accepted this well, and the demon toad supervising the battle was satisfied with dispersing the storm of destruction above Lynch's head.

"You've been chosen, go deliver it quickly."

Lynch looked at his enemy. The Rat Man who was ready to move underground stuck out his ugly head. At a glance, there were minions of Chaos everywhere.

The dark elves executed captives on the coast, and the undead roamed the sea at will.

The ancient plan has failed and there are no allies, only enemies.

The end is near!

Wait a minute, why is there a fellow guy on the opposite side?

Lynch looked at the prince of Nurgle, invited himself to join the traveler of chaos, and raised his spear.

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Group wear, group portrait, single protagonist, war theme, main battle, cold-blooded logic, pure order side, no male-female relationship, no farming, non-human race protagonist, don’t join if you don’t like it

Caledor - the hometown of dragons. A Warhammer player came here because he insulted the Donkey Prince and became Imric, Prince of Caledor. The ox-hide book that can travel through the world will be one of the few things he can rely on.

Diablo, Dark Souls, Mask of the Betrayer...can the power and knowledge of these worlds revive Caledor again?

In the 136th year of Finubar's coronation, in the year 2399 of the Imperial Calendar, the Battle of Fenubar Plains and the Great Holy War are about to begin.

The shadow from Naggarond and the darkness of the northern Chaos tribes are gradually shrouding Ulthuan. This time the Dragon Prince will make a different choice and let the Caledorian fire dragon flag soar in the sky.

Also known as: "The Rise of the Medieval Dragon Aotian"