As the holographic screen seeped into the psionic blood mist of the Koprulu sector, the gamer Luo Feng's temple burned, and the stigmata of the Mechanicus blossomed. His synapses simultaneously connected to the war codes of three parallel universes: the gene-seed of Warhammer 40K crystallized in his blood vessels, the psionic matrix of StarCraft restructured his brainstem, and the Forerunner think tanks of the Halo world unlocked forbidden knowledge.

On an operating table in a Martian foundry, Mechanicus neural probes battled against Zerg symbiotes. As a spine was transformed into a Protoss phase prism, the energy storms of the Eye of Terror and the Koprulu sector tore quantum wounds through the fabric of reality. The chainsword in his left hand oozed Zerg saliva, and the power armor on his right shoulder bore the marks of Necron repair.

The Awakened's blood boiled in the multiverse: his left eye reflected the Emperor's quantum ghost, his right eye glimmered with the Queen of Blades' genetic map. As the green-skinned orc waaagh energy and Protoss purification beams erupted in his chest, Luo Feng discovered that his genes were being reorganized into the form of a Xel'Naga ancestor.

The chosen vessel of the multiverse must choose between the throne of the God-Emperor, the Zerg Hive, and the oracle of the Protoss Kara. Every breath rewrites the laws of reality, and every wound blooms the energy crystals of a different universe. He stands at the edge of a reality rift, Warhammer Demon Sword in his left hand, Interstellar Psionic Core in his right, and the remains of the Halo dissolving beneath his feet.

"You are the Allspark." The mechanical voice of the Moebius Foundation resonated with the hymn of the Mechanicus. As the ultimate game between the three universes began, Luo Feng's choice would determine the fate of all parallel worlds.

Human civilization has entered the 30th millennium. The galaxy is burning in the human civil war, and the Emperor's expedition to reshape civilization has come to nothing.

At this moment of hope and despair, Roche, who has ended his long sleep, begins his journey.

As the only executor of the "Reinforce the Future" plan, he will use the legacy of the Golden Age to continue human civilization and continuously complete the technology tree to seek a breakthrough.

Emperor: This universe is hopeless. Go, leave, and remember your mission.

Roche: Hope has never disappeared, the expedition has never stopped, and there are infinite possibilities in the multiverse. When I return, everything will be redeemed.

I am the close ally of the Primarch, the pioneer of the revival of the Eldar, the most powerful and domineering waaaaghboss in the eyes of the green-skinned orcs, the possessor of the Necrons

[Warhammer 40,000: The Merchant Ronin Fanfiction] [No System] [Loyal and Unorthodox] [Harem] [Growth] [Multiple Perspectives] [Entire Group]

When Wang Yunfei, a seriously ill patient, closed his eyes, he woke up in the world of Warhammer 40K.

This is a hive world not far from the Colonus Expansion Zone in the Calissis Star Sector of the Hazy Starfield. The original owner of the noble family, a transmigrator, is surprised to find that he has become the experimental subject of a certain wandering technological heretic.

Having passed the forbidden ritual, he gained a witty personality and the ability to genetically mimic others. But his immediate priority is to escape from the clutches of the motorgirl and then get on board the ship of the merchant ronin, Theodora, to take up his post.

[Claude Frye is also Cloud Fly, Brother Yunfei, how have you been? King, Little Wang... uh, Jin, right... not bad either.]

Wait, why does your surname end with Von Valancius?

[Act first, report later—it's an imperial decree, so what? What the chartered captain can handle, I'll handle; what he can't, I'll handle even more.]

【Ageta, no, Brother Jie, could you possibly make an exception for this alien technology matter?】

【Eh, I really don't know this, explain... a Szalak-brand space necromancer command vehicle! Jai, you're my Jai-ge!】

【Oh, so you like SM too ❤ No, I meant Space Marine, what are you talking about?】

A college student who is fascinated by the military accidentally travels to the world of Warhammer 40K and becomes a Space Marine. Without a system and without the guidance of a thousand-year-old monster, how will he survive? As a proletarian materialist fighter, after becoming the commander of a regiment by accident, how will he let the red torrent sweep across the entire galaxy? The greenskins, the Necrons, the Eldar, the Tyranids, Chaos, the aliens, humanity is in danger, how will he bring an end to humanity's enemies? Yi Zhiqing presents the magnificent life of Astartes with all his heart.

Sima Jian unexpectedly transmigrated to the Warhammer universe. Ten thousand years after the Horus Rebellion, the Empire faced numerous challenges! Originally a mechanic, Sima Jian became an ordinary Ascendant soldier abandoned on a barbaric planet, surrounded by countless cawing greenskins and farts. Fortunately, he gained the Emperor's favor. Sima Jian only wanted to find a place to settle down and survive, but the Emperor wanted to turn him into a can. Sima Jian: "Your Excellency, I just want to live." Emperor: "No, you don't. You want to cause trouble. You want loyalty!" (Book club number: 126427224)

Warhammer, Conrad's Apocryphal Book

In that despairing fiftieth millennium, the tentacles of the Great Devourer had swept across the galaxy, the space necromancers had returned, the new Tau Empire had risen, and the shadow of chaos remained.

In that final battle, all of the emperor's loyal sons returned.

However, even with a demigod leading the empire, it was still defeated.

When the last human fell beside the Golden Throne, the Emperor rose in despair, and the Dark Lord brought end and death to everything in the galaxy.

The warp bears witness forever; the mournful cry of the Dark Lord's birth was carried along by the surging waves of the warp to the glorious years of the Great Crusade.

And Conrad Coates, the emperor's most far-sighted son, saw all of this.

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)

Imperial Chronicler: May I ask why you chose the Space Wolves Chapter?

Baldur Ironhammer: Because I was thrown there.

Imperial Chronicler: What do you think is the greatest strength of the noble Primarch?

Baldur Ironhammer: He is kind to his own people.

Imperial Chronicler: How did you become so powerful?

Baldur Ironhammer: The investment I made with my own ability and my own efforts.

Imperial Chronicler: How do you respond to the accusations of the Imperial High Lords that you are hiding a secret?

Baldur Ironhammer: Wait a moment.

Baldur picked up the communicator and dialed a number: Tell the Thirteenth Company, I want to eat fish!

Warhammer 40K | No Female Lead | No Melodrama | Steady Plot Progression

An art student accidentally transmigrates into the grimdark universe of Warhammer 40K and stumbles upon a shard of the Void Dragon—becoming a hybrid of Star God and human. With the power of a C’tan at his disposal, this unlikely protagonist resolves to lead humanity’s resurgence and claim dominion over the galaxy.

The decadent empire survived in darkness for millennia.

And today, the original body whose identity was erased officially woke up from the underground of Terra's palace.

He will lead his children, the Blood Ravens, to conquer the entire galaxy for the great Emperor again, and bring back those rebellious brothers one by one!

Don't ***, you are just the captain of the first company of the Death Guard, yet you dare to pretend to be the Primarch!

What are you so proud of, Fu? Come back with me to see my father!

And if you call that broken phone of yours again, I'll break it down!

Why do I have such stupid brothers who only know how to fight!

After finally deducting them one by one,

Menrol, the second son of the empire, can finally sit down and enjoy a can of food!

No, why are there feathers in this can? Holy crap, why is it Horus hand-canned? Why is the ingredient list still Saint Jerome?

So Menlor began his journey to visit the other Primarchs again.

Moen Luoerliu: If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have worried about this ruined empire! My dear father, when will you be able to stand up again? If you really can't, please move aside and let me sit down!

[The rating was lower in the early stages due to suspicion of betrayal, but it won't be the same later on. The author will make changes, please stop scolding!!!]