Warhammer 40K Fanfic

1 战 Warhammer: Angron Breeding Manual UtopiaWestern Fantasy2.2M Wordscompleted 3Votes54.1kRecs173.2kFans

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"When I was taken in by the White Scars think tank, and when I inherited the name of Qin Xia, the ancient White Scars warrior from ten thousand years ago, I thought my destiny was to fight for the White Scars until death." "When I was taken away by the Gray Knights before the transformation surgery, I thought my destiny was to fight the demon until I died." "Until... The damn warp threw me ten thousand years ago, to a planet called Nuceria, where I met young Angron." Qin Xia fell into deep thought as he looked at Angron, the Primarch who would become the most brutal and cruel in the future. Should I raise Angron? Real or fake? The only thing that made Qin Xia feel lucky was that the young Angron had not yet been implanted with the Butcher's Nail, and had not yet turned into a cruel and violent butcher. His talent for sensing and absorbing the negative emotions of others was still there, and he was still a Primarch with a compassionate heart and amazing empathy. It's not too late. … This book is also called "I Don't Want to Be the Chosen of Khorne" "I don't want to be the Chosen God of Tzeentch either." Qin Xia shrugged, "Although I am indeed a master in the field of spiritual energy."

2 战 Warhammer 40K: Shattered Steel Soul 107 Steel Soul Is BrokenWestern Fantasy2.0M Wordsongoing 8Votes38.7kRecs117.2kFans

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(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)

3 战 Warhammer: in the Name of Nirvana Tide of CrowsWestern Fantasy7.8M Wordsongoing 813Votes87kRecs209.6kFans

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In front of you is the Emperor. Lord of the human empire, co-ruler of Holy Terra and Mars, Heavenly Father, Caesar, Emperor, Augustus, conqueror of the stars, scourge of aliens, immortal wisdom, curse of malevolent gods, watcher on the golden throne... And most importantly: The eternal god of mankind, the immortal faith, the greatest causer of suffering, and the greatest bearer of suffering. His legions are falling, his empire is dying, and all his most sacred and original dreams are turning into ignorance and atrocities that can kill him. He is crying. He was screaming. He was helpless and witnessed endless malice in endless suffering. And me? I am the one who ended His suffering. (Female Primarch, original legion, does not vote for Chaos. The author will try his best to keep the information accurate, hammer-flavored, and updated daily. There may be some difficulty in reading at the beginning. You can read a few pictures first to see if you can adapt) (Group number: 684947131)

4 战 Warhammer: Rogal Dorn Return of the Talker Disciples of HassanLight Novel463k Wordsongoing 0Votes7kRecs19.1kFans

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"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...

5 战 Warhammer: I Don't Want to Be a Can of Worms! ! ! Talk at NightLight Novel3.3M Wordscompleted 118Votes172.6kRecs513.8kFans

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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 appears. 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 yourself and start again?!" It's a funny novel, and the nerdy male protagonist travels to the world of grimdark, where he wanders around with his legs broken and crying like a bastard.

6 战 Warhammer: This Beta Psyker Comes from 2K Wide Area BombingLight Novel116k Wordsongoing 0Votes1.1kRecs18Fans

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Leo, a human in Ancient Terra 2K. Forced into the army by an old man driving a dump truck, he was airborne in Warhammer 40k. I originally thought I would become a space warrior, but ended up having a very difficult start as a low-level hive citizen. But fortunately, he is a psychic! Leo originally thought that his psychic abilities were mediocre at best. After a review, it was actually determined that he was a "Beta level"? A living Scourge that should theoretically be hauled off immediately to serve as firewood to the Emperor. But the strangest thing was that the Inquisitor looked at him with confusion written on his face - his soul could not be seen at all in the subspace! A "soulless man" with enough psychic power to blow up the planet? Even Tzeentch would call him an expert after seeing this setting. At the beginning, you have to face the rebellion caused by the Chaos Space Marines. Leo looked at his teammates. A loyal Space Marine who wants to use him as a "psionic battery", a medical nun who is ready to send his soul back to the Golden Throne at any time, and a Rogue Trader who plans to pack him up for collection... Leo shouted from the depths of his soul: "Hey, I don't want to be used as fuel for the Emperor! Four vendors, please save me!"

7 战 Warhammer: the Self-Cultivation of the Emperor's Champion Warmaster HakimiLight Novel2.1M Wordsongoing 180Votes15.6kRecs41.2kFans

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This is the distant forty-first millennium. The emperor who once protected mankind has turned into a black and cold sun. The last chance for humanity to rise. If no one can seize it, then it's up to me... To make the galaxy burn again!

8 这 This Is Our Warhammer Tour No Worries About FadingLight Novel2.1M Wordsongoing 1.2kVotes160.1kRecs447.5kFans

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(The starting point and the finished product are already available, so feel free to read) This is a dark and desperate time. In the dark forty-first millennium, the Emperor has long since left the world, and the Son of God no longer walks the earth. The future of mankind is only boundless darkness and war, and the fate of mankind seems destined to slowly rot in that bloated and rigid empire. Until the souls from another world arrive. "Guys, there's good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?" "Good news." "The good news is that we have traveled through time. This is a vast interstellar era, and we are interstellar supermen with two hearts and three lungs and a high status. It seems that we also received a very waggh plug-in as a gift." "That's great. Isn't this what the protagonist of another world is treated like? I can't wait to enjoy life in another world. If possible, can I bring my parents over? By the way, what about the bad news?" "The bad news is, this world in our world is called Warhammer 40k." "... Huh?" They think calmly and explore this strange world. They take things as they come; after all, reality no longer leaves room for them. They cried like a bastard whose toe had been stepped on, but they still had the courage to move forward bravely. In the dark forty-first millennium, mankind once again has a chance for revival. And this time, can humans grasp it? —— Let the war begin! From the sky of Terra to the edge of the Milky Way. Let the sea of ​​stars boil. Let the stars close their eyes. Let us once again witness the Galaxy being liberated. Liberated by humans.

9 4 40K: Midnight Blade Cut the Wallpaper with a KnifeWestern Fantasy4.0M Wordscompleted 62Votes88.8kRecs247.9kFans

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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.)