Lanzhus: "The stain of chaos will never disappear, Company Commander Titus. As the cleric of the new chapter, I will be watching you closely!" Titus didn't respond immediately, but turned to look at the other members of the new chapter. There was the Qinmu Chapter Commander, with a kitchen knife at his waist and a homemade gun made from a water pipe, the one with the highest proportion of human beings likely being a perennial veteran. There was the Tyranid Insect, convinced he was an apothecary and dedicated to healing the wounded. There was the traitor who worshipped the Emperor and served as the new chapter's think tank curator. There was the unconventional technocrat who shouted "Long live Omnisaya!"—a space necromancer who firmly believed he was human. There was the peace-loving green-skinned orc who enjoyed farming and construction. ...We are all different, but we are all truly human!
In the distant 40th millennium
The dream of humanity's golden age has vanished like a wisp of smoke.
A unique era has arrived, and this weak "god" merges with an outsider who was unexpectedly drawn into the conflict.
The combination of the two of them is actually that they're afraid of dying?
And silence and death—that is the Krieg Death Legion.
An intern political commissar was "lucky" enough to be promoted to a full-fledged position in this corps.
The political commissar, who was afraid of death, made up his mind to live.
However... his impression of the Death Legion was not as the rumors suggested.
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(A mix of sweetness and heartbreak, focusing solely on pure love)
"I want to build a ninja village of my own!"
"I want to form my own pirate group!"
"I want to set up a magic school!"
The passionate discussion about the future of the few people in the corner did not affect Liu Haodong. He was now wondering, "Warhammer 40K? What kind of world is this? The identity of people like us is still 'tithe tax', taking people as taxes?"
The organization that receives these taxes from them is called "World Eaters".
Using people as taxes, what kind of world is this?
Fortunately, the reincarnation players in the same industry are all young people with ideals and ambitions.
They believe that as long as everyone works together, they will definitely have a bright future in the world of Warhammer 40K.
The few people in the corner agreed that "If you become rich and powerful, don't forget each other."
With the hope for a better future, they walked into the arena of the World Eaters...
[Dual protagonists: a transmigrator and a native protagonist + ensemble cast + Warhammer Fantasy + Naruto + multiple worlds]
In the Warhammer Fantasy world, amidst the death crisis of Krich Kenpi, the Gutter Hoarder (the protagonist, a transmigrator), he and Quake transmigrated a second time to the Land of Rain in the Naruto world.
Quake's forces clashed with the protagonist. Fearing for his belongings, the protagonist begged Quake for mercy, offering to give him a life-extending ring that would extend his life by twenty years. Quake, persuaded by the head of one of his favorite green-skinned enemies, which was stuck in his back (according to the official novel, Quake is extremely eccentric and talks to the series of dead heads on his back, using them as his advisors), temporarily spared the protagonist. Especially since the smell and feeling here were off, and only a portion of his Red Guard remained, Quake had a very bad feeling.
The protagonist didn't immediately recognize that this was the world of Naruto, since he couldn't understand the language of this world. After learning the language of the humans in this world through magic, he heard the Land of Rain, the Land of Fire, and Konoha, and then he confirmed that he was in the world of Naruto. However, he still didn't understand why he had traveled here a second time.
However, not long after, he met the Reincarnators and gradually understood everything.
The Skavens must take their place as reincarnators, or death will be inevitable.
Now, standing before you is Peturab Rurik Kislivsky, the Supreme Tsar of all Kisliv, the Iron Tyrant of Olympia, the Primarch of the Steel Warriors of the Fourth Legion of Astartes… If, if, if Peturab had not descended upon Olympia, but instead arrived in a Russian-style world and began his conquest there, what would have happened?
[Warhammer 40,000: The Merchant Ronin Fanfiction] [No System] [Loyal and Unorthodox] [Harem] [Growth] [Multiple Perspectives] [Entire Group]
When Wang Yunfei, a seriously ill patient, closed his eyes, he woke up in the world of Warhammer 40K.
This is a hive world not far from the Colonus Expansion Zone in the Calissis Star Sector of the Hazy Starfield. The original owner of the noble family, a transmigrator, is surprised to find that he has become the experimental subject of a certain wandering technological heretic.
Having passed the forbidden ritual, he gained a witty personality and the ability to genetically mimic others. But his immediate priority is to escape from the clutches of the motorgirl and then get on board the ship of the merchant ronin, Theodora, to take up his post.
[Claude Frye is also Cloud Fly, Brother Yunfei, how have you been? King, Little Wang... uh, Jin, right... not bad either.]
Wait, why does your surname end with Von Valancius?
[Act first, report later—it's an imperial decree, so what? What the chartered captain can handle, I'll handle; what he can't, I'll handle even more.]
【Ageta, no, Brother Jie, could you possibly make an exception for this alien technology matter?】
【Eh, I really don't know this, explain... a Szalak-brand space necromancer command vehicle! Jai, you're my Jai-ge!】
【Oh, so you like SM too ❤ No, I meant Space Marine, what are you talking about?】
War, war, war, endless war.
Khorne cares not for intrigue or loyalty, but only for endless violence and the art of war. A brilliant massacre where the few triumph over the many, a valiant charge against a powerful foe, is more likely to earn the Blood God's favor and blessings—for example, weapons igniting with an inextinguishable demonic fire, or bodies growing larger. Conversely, avoidance, cowardice, or the use of "dishonorable" means may lead to the loss of power or even being devoured by one's own comrades.