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!

"The universe has died countless times.

Each cycle, Chaos devours all, the Warp sunders reality, and the Tyranids consume the stars. Humanity—whether the Imperium, the Aeldari, the T’au, or any other race—meets the same inevitable end. The law of entropy hangs like a blade over every civilization, and every rebirth is but a replay of the same despair.

Until…

An anomaly emerges—one that should not exist.

He is no mortal, but a forgotten Warp deity of the 40k universe, an "Outlier" who has spent endless cycles seeking salvation. As the final collapse approaches, he forges an unholy alliance with the God-Emperor, Belisarius Cawl, and… something older than the Dark Gods themselves.

Now, armed with forbidden Imperial technology, the secrets of the Omnissiah, and the whispers of a dead universe, he will defy fate itself.

Even if it means burning the galaxy to ashes.

Even if he must become something worse than the Ruinous Powers.

This time… there will be no next cycle."

[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.

"When the pack abandons loyalty to their alpha, some wolves still follow the old ways.

I, Aylin, am such a wolf!"

"Horus, I warn you for the last time! Do not bow to the Warp!"

"......"

"So be it. Then we fight! I will remain loyal to the Emperor unto death! I will watch you fall - and when your blasphemous ambition destroys you, I will stand at your side once more... to hear your final answer!"

Before Leman Russ met his father, the Emperor, a small eyeball-shaped spaceship landed on the planet Fenris.

Russ found a little boy with a tail inside. Because the boy had the same experience as himself, Russ decided to adopt him.

Many years later, this child was revered as the strongest warrior of mankind, the Humanoid Extermination Order, and the Planet Annihilator.

The Aliens called him the God of Destruction, the Eldar called him the God of War of Humanity, the Necrons called him the Scourge of the Galaxy, and Khorne vowed to get him.

Until one day, a dazzling golden light burst out from his body, making the entire universe tremble.

The strongest warrior in the universe! Was born!

This is a story about a gear boy. Although he didn't become a space warrior, he wants to tell everyone who hasn't traveled through time: As long as we and Big Head are here, the Empire's combat effectiveness is still 99%, and humanity will still stand firm! In the name of the holy binary, loudly praise Ohm Messiah. All glory to the God of All Machines. Praise together. Praise machinery, praise steel. You are the master who casts all things, the apocalypse that destroys everything. Evaporate, burn, and cast. Steel is eternal, machinery is immortal, and the way of steel is materialism. Machinery is the truth. More is better, bigger is beautiful. Billions of turrets are your glory. Roaring engines are your sermons. (The author is not a serious person, so the story is not a serious story. ps: GW's story setting is too ridiculous. In order to make the story more rigorous and reasonable, I changed it. If you don't like it, please don't criticize)

Coral accidentally traveled through Warhammer 40k and became a rebellious Chaos Space Marine at the beginning. He was still one of the Night Lords who defected to Chaos, but he accidentally gained the ability of void and dark matter.

But what a heresy this is! Why is this Astartes a pure-blooded human! Why does he have the power to control the void and dark matter!

Why did he regenerate after his death?

Chaos, Empire, Zerg, Eldar, Necrons, Orks, Tau... Wait, here comes the Void again?

Kolar is a void force from a higher dimensional universe.

After traveling to 30K, Wop thought he would just eat and wait for death, but he never thought that the Emperor would ask him to raise children. "Neos, they are your sons! You, as a father, give up and leave all the children to me? How can you be a father like this?" "Horus, you are the son of the First Return, the Emperor's favorite son, why are you looking for me? Don't come over!" "Perturabo, what are you doing? Put me down, I want to stay with Sanguinius!" "Shell, stop Angron quickly, he wants to read my mind! What? You said you also want to know who my favorite child is?" "I told you I'm not your father!"

Lin Xiangchu traveled to a world where humans were forced to fight various alien races, and where humans would perform a ritual called "God's Descent" when they turned fifteen.

Successful people will be called spiritual partners and receive training from the society's top resources.

The contracted spirit that Lin Xiangchu awakened turned out to be the loyal... Lord of Steel? !

"The humans of this world should not be bound by aliens! We will not give up any inch of territory! We will not retreat! The glory of the empire will surely shine in every universe!"

"Mutated Beast King? I thought it was a speed bump. Tell it to my super-heavy tank cluster."

"Bloody Godzilla? Excuse me, behind me is the walking incarnation of Om Messiah!"

The summoning ritual of the cultists? Do you think the iron ring and the mecha brigade behind me are fun?

In addition to natural disasters, geopolitical, religious conflicts, and disputes are also about to erupt at this moment. Neon's desire for land to survive on the mainland, Bharata's ambition to dominate South Asia, and even the distant holy city have erupted in new disputes.

but

This world will eventually belong to the human empire! No matter how many enemies there are, the Solar Auxiliary Army will be overwhelming! No matter how strong the enemy is, the loyal Iron Warriors will crush their defenses.

The Fourth Legion is invincible, no matter how many enemies there are on the ground!

The content includes Warhammer, history, large armies, national wars, mythology, etc. Everything you want to read is here." (This novel is not strictly a Warhammer novel. If you want to read it, you can take a look at my first book, which is a story specifically about the Warhammer universe. The details in it are guaranteed to make you feel the flavor of Warhammer)

(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.