Wayne, a time traveler, traveled to Nostramo in the Warhammer universe and became a powerful aristocratic capitalist. He was thinking that his life would just go on like this when the Primarch's cultivation chamber fell from the sky, smashed through Wayne's adamantine barrier, and appeared in the factory. At this time, Wayne knew that his chance to adopt the Primarch had come.

This is an age of humanity's resurgence! After countless trials and tribulations, a great being known as the Emperor is formally attempting to rebuild the glory of the human race. But on the other side of the material universe, the Chaos Gods have long since regarded humanity as their main course... In this dark and terrifying cosmos, the only future is war!

That is, until the soul of an ancient Terran, named Osiris, arrives in the Warhammer universe and into the body of Lycaeus. The threads of destiny begin to intertwine. Can this outsider turn the tide for a humanity whose fate is already sealed?

For now, Osiris knows nothing of this. He's staring blankly at the mining pick in his hand...

"Damn it, hasn't Corax's amniotic pod landed yet? I don't want to mine anymore!!!!" Sandman stares into the pitch-black mine and falls into a profound silence...

Darkness and despair are the bywords of this world, tormenting every living thing like a living hell. But this time, fate played a small trick, allowing a forgotten knight to be reborn with new life. Looking upon the suffering Imperium, the great Primarch of the Second Legion, the Knight of Knights, the Warmaster of Warmasters, Mordred, cried out loudly: "Father, I never wanted to betray you, but if we cannot save the Imperium from your mistakes, then let the galaxy burn!

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?

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.

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【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)

With the ability to obtain a random item from the universe every day, I transformed into an Astartes recruit in the Warhammer universe who was about to be transformed and killed.

At the critical moment of gene seed implantation, I drew the dog talisman from "Jackie Chan Adventures" and gained eternal life.

I thought my immortality would allow me to walk freely in this dark universe, until I saw with my own eyes that a Chaos Demon devoured an entire company of Space Marines.

The Empire sees me as a heretic, Chaos sees me as prey, and the Mechanicus wants to dismantle me for research.

Today, my system gift is a lightsaber from Star Wars, valid for 23 hours and 59 minutes.

In the distance, the Inquisitor's black ship was slowly entering the starport.

"Well," I said, tightening my grip on the hilt, "let's see whose day it is."

"I'm not asking you to remain within the Cursed's stasis barrier forever. I'm not a demon. However, the Star Sea Punishment, the ultimate solution to the remnants of hundreds of thousands of years of the War in Heaven, is to kill all intelligent life and detonate the universe. What does that mean? What's wrong with your moral sense as an intelligent being? You just spent a year becoming Planet Master, didn't you? If you keep going like this, you'll be a sector leader in ten, galactic overlord in twenty, and dark matter collector in thirty. Finally, you'll build an etheric engine to exterminate all life in the universe. As reflections of all intelligent life in this galaxy, the five of us must stop you. Seriously." Leon: "What are you talking about? Etheric Engine activated! Blow this shithole to ash!" ————————————————————...

Kaska traveled to a wasteland world. The sky was covered with yellow sand and radioactive clouds, and the only human settlements were fortress factories behind desolate iron walls. He was determined to save it all. Before that, as the unpopular youngest son of a powerful family on the planet, he was about to have a political marriage with a female workshop worker. The other party was a beautiful girl with white hair and purple eyes. Except that she was a little bigger than others, everything else was perfect. He was very satisfied. Until he heard that the other party was called Fulgrim. What! ? Fulgrim? ! He was puzzled by this. He realized that something was wrong. He cried like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on. ...Damn it, this is a Warhammer world! Or a Warhammer world where Slaanesh is as rampant as a flood! But I still have my head around...

The protagonist Warwick was complaining about the tithe, and then he was watching the lobster recruitment, so he said something bad and was forcibly teleported into the Warhammer 40K world.

Obtain a system that absorbs emotional values, summons warriors from various movies, TV shows, and games, and builds an empire.

Halo, Super God, Star Wars, Azure, etc.

I am pure cloud! cloud! cloud!

It is a fusion of various works, and the combat effectiveness is different!

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.