The Saint’s Own Regiment (Warhammer 40k)

A Warhammer 40,000 military fanfiction. First Sergeant Daran Vex is nobody important. He’s just another exhausted Guardsman trying to survive the endless trenches of the Imperium while officers hide behind command tents and entire regiments die by the thousands. Then the front line breaks. When shadow-fiends overrun the trenches and a daemon prince begins to manifest in the middle of the battlefield, Vex finds an ancient relic sword buried in the mud—a weapon that annihilates any unworthy soul who dares touch it. Vex survives. Armed with the relic, he destroys the daemon before it can fully emerge. By morning, he has gone from forgotten sergeant to newly promoted colonel, commander of a broken scratch regiment, and the center of a growing religious frenzy. The Sisters of Battle proclaim the relic belongs to Saint Aldrus the Conqueror. Pilgrims begin flocking to Vex by the hundreds. Soldiers whisper he has been chosen by the Emperor Himself. Vex thinks the entire galaxy has lost its mind. Now trapped between military politics, religious fanaticism, and a war that is only getting worse, Vex must somehow turn shattered platoons, civilian volunteers, and zealous followers into a fighting force strong enough to survive the horrors ahead. All while desperately trying to remain just a Guardsman.