I, the master of the swarm, the supreme being of the Zerg.

My swarm is endless and unstoppable.

They will conquer all races with my will.

I am the swarm!!!

The entire Koprulu sector will tremble under my majesty!!!

"Welcome to the world of Warhammer 40K."

"......"

"Oh my god, I want to go back to Earth!"

"I'm watching Black Carrot's video, not Lobster's video. You can't recruit me into Warhammer 40K!!!"

This is a story about a gear boy. Although he didn't become a space warrior, he wants to tell everyone who hasn't traveled through time: As long as we and Big Head are here, the Empire's combat effectiveness is still 99%, and humanity will still stand firm! In the name of the holy binary, loudly praise Ohm Messiah. All glory to the God of All Machines. Praise together. Praise machinery, praise steel. You are the master who casts all things, the apocalypse that destroys everything. Evaporate, burn, and cast. Steel is eternal, machinery is immortal, and the way of steel is materialism. Machinery is the truth. More is better, bigger is beautiful. Billions of turrets are your glory. Roaring engines are your sermons. (The author is not a serious person, so the story is not a serious story. ps: GW's story setting is too ridiculous. In order to make the story more rigorous and reasonable, I changed it. If you don't like it, please don't criticize)

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)

When Roland opened his eyes, he was stunned. There was no heaven or hell, only the hell of the hive city, smelling of engine oil and rust, and the numb report of the attendant: "My lord, the lower levels are out of food again." He started on a broken planet, his subjects so hungry that they gnawed on moss.

Fortunately, there is a cheat for time travel!

A screen flashed before my eyes: [Mission: Plant 1000 units of corn! Reward: Water Purification Blueprint!]

As Chaos warbands burn, slaughter, and plunder across the galaxy, as green-skinned orcs roar "Waaagh!", and as Tyranids devour the stars...

Governor Roland is leading his hungry ghost subjects in the iron ruins of the hive city: building high walls, storing grain, constructing warships, and slowly becoming king!

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?

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.

In the distant, dark end of the 41st Millennium, the galaxy has long since fallen apart. The Warp's active influence has left the human empire scrambling to cope. Chaos Warmaster Abaddon's 13th Black Crusade threatens to utterly destroy Cartier, and the tide of Chaos will ultimately tear the galaxy apart. And on this very day, a traveler from another world descends upon this one. Unlike the other travelers, he doesn't cry like a stubbed toe. This human, muscular as an Astartes and clad in unique power armor, gazes upon the demon-stricken battlefield. Without a word, he unleashes the blades on his wrists. A powerful melody fills his surroundings, and his journey to slaughter demons in another world begins. [Doom Slayer] That's his title, or you can call him that. [DOOM] "Which one...

[Explosive troops, behind the scenes, group portrait, no female protagonist, all races in the universe, protagonist first, Astartes at the beginning]

Travel through the most hopeless universe of humanity, and become a member of the hive surviving in the cracks at the bottom of the Kanda star.

As soon as I crossed over, I encountered the Bloody Hand Gang, the largest gang at the bottom of the hive, coming to collect food. What should I do if a group of ruthless executioners broke into the civilian area?

[Bang, master, don't be afraid, the barracks system has been activated for you].

[Bang, the system has opened up a space in the master's brain, which can accommodate an unlimited number of barracks].

[Bang, congratulations to the master for obtaining the thousandth Space Marine of the Greyhound Chapter, from the Salamanders of the 18th Legion in Warhammer 40K].

[Bang, congratulations to the master for obtaining a thousand Space Marines from the Ulysses Patriarch Chapter, from the Ultramarines Sub-Regiment of the 13th Legion in Warhammer 40K, along with a regiment of Krieg's Death Korps with 20 million people].

[Kuang, congratulations to the master for obtaining a thousand Soul Drinkers Space Marines from the Imperial Fist, the seventh legion of Warhammer 40K, along with a division of Storm Troopers with 300 million soldiers]

What to do when crossing the sea of ​​despair? It doesn't matter. A small trick for the legion every day.

There's an Astartes Chapter at the start? Well then I'll be the new Master of the Universe.

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...