Transmigrating into Warhammer, I Take the Emperor as My Backer

[Warhammer Fan Fiction · Army Building · Handcrafted Artifacts · Rogue Trader · Self-Made Primarch]

Yuan Ye transmigrates to the dark millennium of M39, where everyone else starts with a system, but he is trapped in the lower levels of a hive city and reduced to a desperate slave laborer.

No system? Then he will sincerely pray to the one on the Golden Throne!

What began as a last-ditch, dead-horse-as-live-horse attempt actually drew a response from the ruler of humanity.

He awakens a unique psychic power: Matter Recomposition!

A scrap of iron? Recompose it into an armor-piercing electromagnetic crossbow!

A ruined warship? Recompose it into a doomsday-class titan warship!

Rising from the trash heaps of the lower hive, he wanders the vast sea of stars as a Rogue Trader.

He wipes out void pirates, slays Chaos mutations, and flattens xenos homeworlds!

In this hopeless dark millennium, he handcrafts endless divine weapons and raises the only holy light of humanity, holding up a dawn of survival for the Imperium!