Traveling through the extremely dark Warhammer universe, others are desperate, but I am very happy!

Why! Because my golden finger is strong enough!

The night before the crossing, Rhodes downloaded a mobile game for raising big monsters, which can materialize countless monsters, cosmic people, ordinary monsters, mechanical monsters, synthetic super monsters, negative energy monsters, super ancient monsters, alien beasts, and even dark giants.

Use super beast synthesis technology to synthesize Ork orcs and create Ork super monsters. Rebrando battle instrument captures Zerg Norn queen. Austen technology mass-produces dark cyclops Pros, King Guqiao, unparalleled iron god Impleza, and Giga Endora.

Many years later, the four hawkers in the warp, Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh, the four evil gods, had to sit on the four dark thrones, because as long as they relax for a moment, countless monster armies will tear the barrier and then flood the warp.

Rhodes laughed wildly and tore the warp: Hahaha, come out to play! Four little bastards!

At this moment, the four gods of the subspace realized that the real evil devil had arrived!

Xie Yong, a poor wage earner, woke up from a sleep and found himself in prison, but this was not an ordinary prison... As for why it was different, he didn't understand, because he was just an Ogryn. Yes, it was the legal sub-human Ogryn designated by the Ministry of Military Affairs. At the same time, it was also a coin with a slightly larger denomination in the hands of the Emperor of Mankind. Although he was imprisoned, fortunately he still had a system in his head. He just wanted me, an Ogryn, to understand the system's prompts? ! Hahaha, why not let Tzeentch teach me to count to 9? What? I can really count to 9! Hey! System, this mission is over

As a member of the ancient Dwarf race, how should he face the threats of Greenskins, Skaven and even the Chaos Gods, recapture the lost mountain fortress, retrieve the lost artifacts, and restore the glory of the Mountain Kingdom?

Aaron, living in 600 BCE, felt his father was an inadequate father, a mere biological father, and had driven his mother away. That is until he began encountering demigods in his dreams, seeking their father, who called him brother. So, had the old man cheated? Aaron was furious, determined to avenge his mother. But his brothers addressed him so affectionately, asking for things their father had used—relics, so to speak, to slay demons. He gave his father's pillow to Guilliman, his carved clay tablets to Lorgar, his hunting spear to the Lion, his donkey to Jaghatai... Wait, Horus, what do you want? Your father's clothes? In the 42nd Millennium, all the Primarchs broke free from the river of time, liberating the very essence of the Warp and freeing themselves from the constraints of loyalty and betrayal...

A Hammerman was unexpectedly reborn and found himself turned into a baby.

Good news: He has his own growth and evolution system.

Bad news: He doesn't seem to have a dick.

Good news: He... oh no, she was born in a hive world.

Bad news: she's in the bottom nest.

Good news: The system clearly states that it has nothing to do with Tzeentch.

Bad news: I don’t know if it’s true or not.

…

【During infancy, the cumulative number of breaths is 100,000.】

[Gained the talent {Unlimited Growth}: Physical strength can be increased without limit through training.]

[During early childhood, a cumulative total of 500 falls.]

[Gained the talent "King of Fall Resistance": More ways to fall, immune to fall damage, more prone to accidents when riding in aircraft]

In the perilous world of Warhammer, she experienced many hardships, but never forgot her dream in her previous life -

"I really want to go to the Warhammer world and become a Space Marine with my good brothers."

(ps: This book is a lobster-certified recruitment channel)

A perfectly normal tale of a cheerful Greenskin’s adventures in the Warhammer 40K universe.

- Their meks are too tiny—can’t even compare to Gorkamorka’s Fist or a proper Stompa.

- Their way of pickin’ bosses is stupid. Too much talkin’! Why not just WAAAGH! and krump the biggest git?

- And why dey always workin’ and fightin’ over dumb stuff? ORKS IZ FREE! We fight, we laugh, we WAAAGH!—dat’s da good life!

Tags: [Ork Logic] [Bigger = Better] [WAAAGH!-Fuelled Plot Armor] [Reality? Optional]

After the failure of the Horus Heresy, the Chaos Legions retreated into the Eye of Terror. Among them, the Iron Warriors Legion's quickly raised troops, Peter and his brothers, broke away from the Legion and formed their own warband, the "Forged in Steel" Brothers.

"We are no longer 'hasty recruits,' no longer expendable, no longer Iron Warriors, no longer slaves to Perturabo. We are now the 'Forged in Steel' Brothers."

"And this is my battle axe, 'The Blood of Crassus.' The Blood of Crassus will have its vengeance.

This is an age of darkness and despair.

In the dark forty-first millennium, the Emperor has long passed away and the Sons of God no longer walk the earth. The future of mankind is filled with endless darkness and war. The fate of mankind seems destined to rot slowly in that bloated and rigid empire. Until the souls from another world arrived.

"Guys, there is 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, high status, and it seems that we have also been given a very wagggh plug-in."

"Great, isn't this the treatment of the protagonist of a cool novel in another world? I can't wait to enjoy the other world...

[30k to 40k, some semi-apocryphal content, no female protagonist, loyalty, not a "wish fulfillment" story]"

Hermes: "Horus, my friend, death is not the end!"

"We were never soldiers... In their eyes, we were made to be the personification of rage. In their eyes, we must exist only for destruction. But we were once his companions. We were the ones he trusted. We were his advisors, his artisans. We were a glimpse of what this species could become if guided correctly, freed from its own malice and weakness. Of course, we were also taught how to fight. He knew that war was coming. It was a necessary step for ascension.

A mortal was chosen by the Ultramarines and underwent nineteen genetic modifications to become a Space Marine. Since then, he and his team have faced the Tyranids, the Green Orcs, fought against the evil god Slaanesh, eliminated the rebels, and forged brotherhood and glory in the brutal war.