"We are but the Emperor's tools, forged in the fires of His wrath, wielded in the defense of His realm. We do not fear death, for in sacrifice, we find purpose. We do not seek glory, for only the Emperor's light endures. We do not falter, for duty is our only salvation. For Krieg, there is no peace. For Krieg, there is only war." (Slowburn Harem)

The year is 11945 AD. The Army of Humanity wages war against the Machines, creations of hidden alien masters determined to take Earth for themselves. There have been successes and failures. But the androids, humanity's solution to keep the fight going, persist. Then one day, an android uncovers a bunker bearing strange symbols and even hidden promises. Unknown to the android, she will be the rock that starts an avalanche, a tide that sweeps across ancient secrets and set about regaining what once lost. Restoring Mankind

In this story you are Adeptus Custodes who is beloved by many. Especially by the Empress, her daughters. The Chaos Goddesses. Etc. as the story goes on you will be in many adventures. P.s. please no hate comments. Non of this is going to be canon to Warhammer 40k. Warhammer belong Game Workshop and all those images belong to theirs respective owners.

After two wars, the Olympians' power is finally assured. They rule Earth with no chance of being overthrown. Right? Wrong. When a stranger arrives at Camp Half-Blood, he convinces the entire camp to join him and his forces. The stranger means well, for he intends to save mankind, but the gods do not appreciate a perceived threat to their authority. This will not end well. Top Rankings: #1 in warhammer #1 in warhammer40k Reviews for The Age of Olympus Ends Today: "Wonderful story!" - @TheRyanball "Very good story" - @EmperorShogunPoland "Please do more of this!!!" - @Sea1225 Disclaimer: The first two chapters are, by my own admission, very very cheesy and will probably get rewritten at some point. Chapters 3 and 4 are where the story really gets going, so just try and stick it out until there.

"The gods do not bleed. But the things coming over that ridge? They do." ​In the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium, humanity is told that the Emperor protects. But on the mud-slicked trenches of Targon Prime, Sergeant Atreus knows the truth: the only thing protecting the man to your left is the man to your right. ​When his Captain falls and the "holy light" fails, Atreus doesn't pray. He picks up a dented shield, a broken spear, and stands his ground against a nightmare of chitin and teeth. ​Follow the ascent of a man who refused to be a saint, refused to be a super-soldier, and chose instead to be a wall. From the gore-choked tunnels of Hive Tartarus to the final, legendary stand on Golgotha Bridge, this is the story of the Lord General who proved that the most dangerous thing in a galaxy of monsters is a human being who has had enough. ​"The ground is for the dead. We aren't finished yet."

After being suddenly thrust into the brutal, unforgiving universe of Warhammer 40,000, the main character discovers he is far from ordinary. He can summon crackling lightning and roaring fire from thin air. His mind teems with impossible knowledge, blueprints of arcane technology and futuristic wonders no mortal should grasp. He can even twist reality itself, warping the very laws of physics to his will. At first, he believes these gifts must be the work of Tzeentch, a twisted blessing from the Changer of Ways... or something way scarier If you'd like to support me and read a bit ahead, feel free to check out my Patreon. (patreon.com/Hemont).

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​He was the only son of the Emperor who dared to call the Imperium a failure. ​Primarch Valerius was lost to the annals of history, a forgotten relic of the Great Crusade. Unlike his zealous brothers, Valerius was not ruled by faith or fury, but by one absolute law: The Doctrine of Necessary Utility. ​When the Sovereign Arbiter of Humanity's Survival returns, he finds the Imperium crippled by superstition, bureaucracy, and a war fought with obsolete doctrine. The revered Codex Astartes is merely a roadmap to failure, and the High Lords are worse than any Xenos threat. ​Valerius refuses to lead a rebellion. Instead, he begins a surgical, systematic crusade to prove that the only path to survival is absolute, ruthless efficiency. He builds the Aegis Imperium, unites the fragmented Space Marine Chapters under his cold, logical command, and forces Roboute Guilliman to yield to a new form of governance. ​His purpose is singular, and his final vow is the most dangerous of all: to gather forbidden relics, breach Holy Terra, and attempt the impossible-to restore his broken father on the Golden Throne. ​A Primarch's logic will either save humanity or shatter it forever. Experience the saga of the Primarch who broke every rule of the 41st Millennium to fulfill the Final Vow.

Isaac Clarke and John Carver, haunted survivors of the Necromorph apocalypse, achieve the impossible on Tau Volantis: they reactivate the ancient alien Machine, fully destroying the rogue Brethren Moon before it can complete its Convergence. But victory unleashes a cataclysmic warp rift. Fragments of the Moon's necrotic essence-Markers and nascent Necromorph biomass-survive, latching onto their escape ship. As Isaac and Carver hallucinate visions of endless hunger ("We are coming. We are hungry."), the rift hurls them across realities into the grimdark 41st Millennium. They awaken crash-landed on Kadaku, a jungle Death World in the Recidious System, amid the Fourth Tyrannic War. Hive Fleet Leviathan devours the planet, Chaos forces under the daemon lord Imr (a Tzeentchian sorcerer-lord manipulating Project Aurora) seek to tear open a galaxy-shattering warp rift, and worst of all, the Brethren Moons have followed-massive Necromorph planetoids now invading realspace, eager to consume this new galaxy's biomass alongside the Tyranids. Isaac and Carver, RIG-suited engineers with plasma cutters and stasis modules, forge an unlikely alliance with Ultramarines Lieutenant Demetrian Titus, whose warp-resistance and unyielding faith make him the perfect bridge between their tech-horror nightmare and 40K's endless war.

What happens if tabletop size 40k suddenly appeared in the house of the one who owns the house, who is a fan of the warhammer 40k games, what will the owner do? What kind of misadventures will the owner have in the future?