Warhammer in the World of Qidian 起点的战锤世界

1 开EN Starting with a Core Cabin 开局一座核心舱 Xi Beimao西贝猫Gaming6.7M WordsCompleted With the fire of Warhammer and the soul of the Inquisition, cross countless star rivers and do battle against the Chaos Gods! A complete novel by Xibei Mao, guaranteed finished 1Votes213.6kRecs195.5kFans

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Use the fire of the warhammer and the soul of the Tribunal to cross thousands of galaxies and fight against the evil god of Chaos! Produced by Xibeimao, complete copy guaranteed

2 太 The Sun King's Seal 太阳王之证 Son of Heaven of the Han Dynasty汉朝天子Western Fantasy6.3M WordsCompleted A dark age, an age of blood and fire. The gods' game continues, though they do not know that they, too, are about to enter the game board. Across the wasteland, a green tide of evil sweeps in every direction. In the darkness, the undead leave their graves and wage war on the living. The new emperor of the human empire must prove he can repel foreign threats. In the void, Chaos corrupts all things, and only the strongest can survive. At last, a terrible storm ushers in the destruction of the worl 2Votes550.7kRecs527.5kFans

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A dark age, an age of blood and fire. The gods' game continues, unaware that they themselves are about to enter the game. In the desolate land, a green, evil tide sweeps across the land. In the darkness, the undead leave their graves and wage war against the living. The new emperor of the human empire must prove his ability to defend against external enemies. In the void, chaos corrupts everything, and only the strongest can escape its ravages. Finally, a terrible storm heralded the beginning of the world's destruction. But there was still a glimmer of hope: a soul arrived here with an opportunity for change. He was ready. Book club: Group 725051233 (full) Group 2 (727648493) (Available to join)

3 混EN The Crown of Chaos 混沌冠冕 Son of Heaven of the Han Dynasty汉朝天子Western Fantasy2.9M WordsCompleted In his eighteenth year in the kingdom, Aaron finally remembered that he was a transmigrator. His situation wasn't looking good. There was no adorable little sister awakening as a Slaughter Divine Child, no Emperor on a golden throne showing up to claim him as his son, and no persecuted witches in need of rescue. Worse, with only mediocre talent, he faced the prospect of being the last of his family. If only he could take up a class that let him summon creatures with cards. Fortunately, fate had 0Votes86.1kRecs222.4kFans

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In his eighteenth year in the kingdom, Aaron finally remembered the fact that he was a time traveler. His situation is not good. He didn't have a cute little sister who awakened the killing god, nor did he have an emperor on a golden toilet appear to recognize him as his son, nor did he encounter a group of persecuted witches in need of help. Even someone of average talent like him faces the fact that he is the last generation of this family. I wish I could work in a class that allows me to summon creatures using cards. Fortunately, fate did not abandon him. The four kind and benevolent gods decided to choose him as their representative. So let's start by putting on the Chaos Crown and playing cards with these four great brothers! The Emperor's Register in the Book Club: 892629506 (Political commentary and forwarding of current events are strictly prohibited).

4 战 Warhammer: I Am the Hammer of the Imperium 战锤：我乃帝国之锤 Super King Aira超级王艾拉Gaming1.6M WordsCompleted In the 41st millennium, the hope of the Imperium of Man, Lord Regent Guilliman, has returned. But this has nothing to do with the mortal regiments stationed far away in the Gonderva Galaxy. For more than a hundred centuries, the Emperor has sat utterly motionless upon the Golden Throne on Holy Terra. He is the Master of Mankind. With endless armies, He wages war against the darkness across a million worlds. Yet tens of thousands of souls must be sacrificed every day for His soul to continue burn 0Votes6.2kRecs51.1kFans

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In the 41st millennium, the hope of the human empire, Regent Guilliman returns. But this has nothing to do with the mortal legions far away in the Gondwa system. For over a hundred centuries, the Emperor has sat unmoved on the golden throne of sacred Terra. He is the ruler of mankind, fighting against darkness with an endless army and millions of worlds. However, his soul can only continue to burn because thousands of souls are sacrificed every day. As one of the masses in this era, living under the most cruel and bloody regime you can imagine, enduring eternal slaughter and massacre, my cries of pain and sorrow are drowned out by the laughter that the god of darkness desires. This is a dark and terrible era, where there is no peace among the stars, for in this dim and dark distant future, there is only war. When a time traveler looks up at the starry sky, he will eventually become the Emperor's most prized currency and the greatest general in the Astral Army, the Hammer of the Empire. QQ group 362566799 (join anytime)

5 苟 Keeping My Head Down as a Dark Elf in Warhammer 苟在战锤当暗精 The Great Immortal Fish Who Can't Swim不会水的鱼大仙Western Fantasy6.9M WordsOngoing Working title: "My Days in the Complete Guide to Stereotypes" Also known as: "Making a Spectacle of Myself in Warhammer Fantasy" Wearing the Phoenix Crown, Dacius stood in the Phoenix King's Court in Lothern, gazing at the bustling harbor in the distance and sighing with emotion. It had been more than five hundred years since Dacius Hellbane transmigrated to this world. As a rather unconventional Druchii of the modern age, he had done many things over those five centuries and earned numerous tit 2Votes20.8kRecs44.8kFans

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Title of the escape route: "My Days in the Book of Stereotypes" Also known as: I Died a Big Problem in Warhammer Fantasy Wearing the phoenix crown, Darkus stood in the Phoenix Court of Lorthorn, looking at the bustling port in the distance, and couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Over 500 years have passed since Darkus, the Scourge of Hell, transmigrated to this world. As a less traditional, modern-day Durucci, he has accomplished much in these five hundred years, accumulating numerous titles, such as Umak of the Ancient Saint Ichi, the Wheel of the Universe, Pope of the Lustia Continent, Hand of the Witch King, Chief Administrator of Durucci, Grand Admiral of the Durucci Navy, Champion of the Prophet Weavers, Chosen of the Blade Master, Chosen of the Deceiver, Champion of the Abyss Master, Durucci Who Rejected the God of the Blood Hand, the Merciful and Generous Conqueror of Fate! And so on… Known bug: Some immortal species will appear prematurely.

6 战EN Warhammer: I Refuse to Be a Stinky Can!!! 战锤：我不要成为臭罐头啊！！！ Night Talks by a Withered Lamp枯灯夜话Light Novel3.3M WordsCompleted This is a world of utter darkness. The Emperor walks among mankind, striving to restore the glory of the Imperium. But humanity’s fate has long been toyed with by the Chaos Gods. In a storm-tossed future, there is nothing but endless darkness and war. Until Hades, a Death Guard, appears. As the threads of fate intertwine, can an outsider turn aside the tragedy destined to befall countless lives? The gods place their bets. But Hades knows nothing about any of this right now. He’s crying like a gr 41Votes205.4kRecs526.4kFans

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This is a world of extreme darkness. The emperor walks among men, attempting to rebuild the glory of his empire. But humanity's fate has long been manipulated by evil gods. The future is fraught with uncertainty, filled only with endless darkness and war. Until-- The Death Guardian named Hades appeared. The threads of fate intertwine; can external forces reverse the inevitable tragedy for all living beings? The gods all placed their bets. But Hades is unaware of all this; he's currently crying like a jerk who's had his toes stepped on. "Help!!! How did I end up in the Warhammer world?! Ughhhhhh?!" "And why am I a Death Guardian?!" "Is it too late to crash into yourself and start over?!" A humorous novel where a reclusive and irresponsible male protagonist transmigrates into the world of Grimdark, where he oscillates between having a broken leg and crying like a fart.