[Farming and Development] [War and Plunder] [Interdimensional Invasion]
waaagh!
Traverse a world teeming with gods, wielding the war dragon banner, and grow stronger with every fight! Even the timid mushroom man can evolve into a gigantic orc!
Orc boy—Brutal Orc—Dark Orc—Big Orc—Orc Warlord, born and raised in the land, delighted by war!
More numerous than swarms of insects, stronger than dragons, and armed with weapons more powerful than dwarves, let the green tide engulf the world! waaagh!
[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]
The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.
Who can reverse this doomed fate?
"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"
"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"
"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"
A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.
When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.
The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:
"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"
"From this day forward, I am the savior!"
"Waaaaagh!"
(This is a Warhammer 40,000 fan fiction. Some timeline settings may be slightly modified, but it will still be very Warhammer-esque.)
(It will incorporate some references to memes and historical events... to expand the drama and fun of this fan-made universe.)
While driving home with his girlfriend, Empress, a Chinese college student studying in the US, Xiao Li was suddenly sucked into the Warhammer 40,000 universe by a warp vortex...
It turns out that his girlfriend was actually one of the Emperor's soul fragments!
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Suddenly dumped on a desolate planet, just as Xiao Li was about to be chopped into mincemeat by orcs, a panel suddenly appeared before his eyes...
Things seem to be getting... interesting!
After being struck by lightning and killed, Raymond Lam traveled to the Marvel Universe.
He then obtained the strongest green-skinned system, and from then on he started waaaaagh.
Fight, fight, and more fighting!
Captain America, are you going to fight my guys?
Iron Man, do you think you're as powerful as my Techies?
Hulk, how about a contest with my Warboss?
When Thanos saw the overwhelming green tide rushing towards him...
Sorry, he's leaving.
Lin Feng gradually led his boys to become more and more...
Standing atop countless worlds and countless universes
Sima Jian unexpectedly transmigrated to the Warhammer universe. Ten thousand years after the Horus Rebellion, the Empire faced numerous challenges! Originally a mechanic, Sima Jian became an ordinary Ascendant soldier abandoned on a barbaric planet, surrounded by countless cawing greenskins and farts. Fortunately, he gained the Emperor's favor. Sima Jian only wanted to find a place to settle down and survive, but the Emperor wanted to turn him into a can. Sima Jian: "Your Excellency, I just want to live." Emperor: "No, you don't. You want to cause trouble. You want loyalty!" (Book club number: 126427224)
Traveling to the world of Warhammer Medieval, which has been ravaged by the four evil gods and has countless Chaos Chosen, is undoubtedly the most tragic world besides the Warhammer 40,000 world!
Fortunately...
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 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.