Warhammer Fanfiction

After the universe dies, there are only three mouths left in the boundless void. Tzeentch: "It's part of the plan." Dorn: "I am Rogal Dorn." Emperor: "I am not a god." Luo Xi: "Yes, yes, this is what I want!" 　　 Human civilization has entered its 30th millennium, the galaxy is burning in human civil war, and the Emperor's Great Crusade to restore glory has come to nothing. At this moment when hope and despair coexist, Luo Xi, who has ended his ten-year sleep, begins his own journey. Luo Xi: Hope never disappears, the expedition never stops, there are endless possibilities in the multiverse, and when I return, everything will be redeemed. I am the Primarch's close ally, the pioneer of the Aeldari revival, the most powerful and domineering Waaaagh Boss in the eyes of the green-skinned Orcs, the hope of the Necron souls, the controller of the C'tan, the savior of the multiverse... I am the Om Messiah walking in the world, and I will lead mankind, which is drowning in endless suffering, to launch an eternal expedition... But the most important thing is, don't call me the God of All Machines! (Starting 30k timeline, imperial camp, human position, Warhammer Universe line before one million words, starting multiverse line after 1.8 Million words, returning to Warhammer Universe from time to time) Universe 01: X-Men Universe Universe 02: Transformers Universe

"In the darkness of the 42nd millennium, no one can conquer..." The Emperor's uncontrolled psychic energy spurted from the throne. Rogal Dorn put on his helmet and rushed towards the rift that was swallowing Terra, becoming the final wall to protect mankind. This should have been the end of duty. But Rogal Dorn couldn't rest just yet. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had returned to 10,000 years ago. "I am the Unyielding One, Praetorian of Terra, Lord Cutie, the Emperor's favorite centurion." "I'm Rogal Dorn." "This time, I will protect everyone." ... The forces of destruction laugh in the warp, believing that this is just another futile effort of mortals. But they made two fatal mistakes: First of all, the funny character has no health bar; Secondly, Rogal Dorn isn't the only one returning...

Green skins guard the country, while base thieves die in the country. In the 41st millennium of this dark universe, a soul who knew nothing about Warhammer came to this world, but he did not come to the place where the Emperor's light shone. Instead, he came to the shadow of the Great Devourer. Four "good guys" joined him one after another, but he still pursued the only light. It's just that there are some small changes in that light... Khorne is the Emperor, because the Emperor is full of justice and courage, Tzeentch is the Emperor, because the Emperor is full of wisdom and hope, Nurgle is the Emperor, because the Emperor is full of life and mercy, Slaanesh is the Emperor, because the Emperor is full of art and beauty. They are all Emperors, and everything in the warp is the Emperor! ! Oh! Praise the Emperor! ... In short, this is the story of a man with Khorne's partner, holding the wife of Slaanesh, holding the flag of Tzeentch, living in the territory of Nurgle, using the body of the hive, responding to the language of the Eldar, reading the Tau Lord's villain book, leading the gene stealers and greenskins to believe in the emperor, and finally burning the galaxy and killing the "false emperor". ......... This book is also known as "Warhammer: End and Death" and "Did I make a mistake in doing Earth-Jet-Tian-Tong in the Warhammer world?"

Otto traveled through time and became the ruler of a small broken ball. Good news: if you have great power, you will have loyal subordinates, and you will have more fun with less work. The bad news: it's Warhammer World. Good news: There is a glitch, and Star Technology has been unlocked. Bad news: I seem to be targeted by five strange big guys... **** Just when Otto was about to use the power of plug-ins to farm with peace of mind and strive to become an empire-standard Black Sky master, Cardia exploded. Only then did he realize that the location he was in was generally called the [Dark Side of the Empire]

This is an extremely dark world. The Emperor walked the earth, trying to restore the glory of the Empire. But the fate of mankind has long been toyed with by evil gods. In the precarious future, there is only endless darkness and war. Until--the death guard named Hades appeared. The threads of fate are intertwined. Can the existence from the outside world reverse the tragedy destined for thousands of sentient beings? The gods placed their bets. But Hades doesn't know this at the moment. He is crying like a fart whose toes have been stepped on. "Help!!! Why is this the world of Warhammer?!" "Also, why am I a Death Guard?!!" "Is it too late to kill myself and start over again?!" In a funny novel, the unscrupulous male protagonist travels to the world of grimdark, wandering around with broken skin and legs and crying like an ass. The original large group exploded and has not yet been restored and rebuilt. Only the full order group survived.

One-sentence summary: After saving the human beings, Gudazi fell into Warhammer 40K and began to save the galaxy-level human beings. ------ Things to note: ·It started from the idea of "most people who traveled through Warhammer have become big guys, but I want to see little humans struggling in terms of height among the big guys in Warhammer", but then it gradually became irrelevant to the fandom (sad). ·Because Yun Zhui didn't understand Hammer well enough, he tried to co-prosper with Moon Hammer, but the end result was neither Moon nor Hammer, and he also made up a lot of strange things, which were basically all serious nonsense. Strictly set the party cautious entry. ·After all, a hammer of 40,000 is a hammer of 40,000, so I gave Gudazi a shocking trick, otherwise I would not be able to play the author's favorite family carnival (face covering). ·In order to play the author's favorite family fun, a lot of hope was added to 40K Empire. Maybe it's not flavourful enough. ·Written by yourself, everything is subject to the author's satisfaction. You can write at any time and get stuck at any time. -------- Update status: Updated every other day (4K+), around six o'clock and later.

[The entire book is free. Book group 136111415] In the distant dark 40th millennium, there is only war. And even the little-known Chaos Space Marines may not be able to become the protagonist in a corner. Know that anything can happen in the Milky Way because it's so ridiculously vast. [The story of the self-set csm war gang members. [There is no original body or emperor content. [Written in complete imitation of the official Black Library novel. (I always feel that there are loyalists everywhere. Why?)

When Altaïr Jin woke up and found that he had turned into a golden corn in the palace of Terra, he was completely confused. As we all know, the Imperial Guard is a high-risk profession. Especially in this dark and cruel future, the evil god's laughter is so harsh and the alien minions are so ferocious. Fate is unpredictable, cruel and bloody, and he is already covered with gold. He pondered for a moment whether he would end up being chewed off the ears of corn by subspace things or roasted into popcorn by psychic energy, and then walked out of the dark cell underground. The Imperial Guards are very endangered, but they are not that easy to kill. He still has a chance to start his adventure before meeting the final outcome. The burning galaxy is still far away from him. The most serious problem that the novice Imperial Guard needs to deal with now is-- He was lost in the palace.

The daemon primarch Perturabo transformed into a dog. There was no fighting or killing, just eating and drinking as brothers. Those who are blessed live and die in ignorance. We have no respect for the Empire! We will never save the empire, only puppies save the universe! The Iron Warriors deserve a new life! Let the Imperial Fists become Iron Warriors!

Once a hero of the empire, now an excommunicated traitor. When the position of patriarch of the Longfellow family was passed to Derek, who was only 24 years old, the situation of the Longfellow family was as precarious as the name of the Tempest Star Territory where they were located. But at this moment, a ship from the remnant of the Imperial Fleet extended an "olive branch" to them. Can Derek seize this only opportunity to restore his family's former glory, or will he fall straight into destruction? Everything is unknown. Book club group number: 950116084

This is the thirtieth millennium of the human empire. Under the leadership of the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor, mankind finally left its home star again and headed towards the cold and ruthless universe. They desire to reclaim their lost colonies and return those suffering to the glory of the Emperor. At this moment, mankind still has a beautiful vision for the future. At this moment, no one knows what will happen in the future. The story begins on a remote planet called Nostramo. Khalil Lohars. You should remember this name. (Warhammer fan.) (Group number 953200784)

(There really is no book group, so don't ask if there is one, the author is afraid) (If there is no update, it means that Sanyuan is busy and not full-time) "You should have told me earlier that he was the craftsman who created you, Perturabo." "Then I can be harsher on you." ... A craftsman, a wrapping cloth, a side of glass, a rein; The forger who smelt iron and stone, the minstrel of Olympia. Morse. This is my new name, given by your creation - Perturabo, your failed instrument, your unsuccessful man. O Emperor, the yoke of our sins is bound by your hands, and like a yoke is tied around your neck. (The author is unspeakably loyal and 100% Kasophilian)

The three wise men from the 41st millennium saw the star of Aurelion in the highest sky and came here to send congratulatory gifts. One is gold, because his bloodline is noble and heavy One is frankincense, fragrant because of the intensity of his passion One is myrrh, because he wants to drink bitter medicine for others, and he also wants to suffer for others. (In short, this is the story of a loyal bat cub, a female oil man, and a clone of Fulgrim drifting in the subspace to 30k Colchis to raise Roja)