In front of you is the Emperor.

Lord of the Imperium of Man, Co-ruler of Holy Terra and Mars, Heavenly Father, Caesar, Emperor, Augustus, Conqueror of the Stars, Bane of Aliens, Immortal Wisdom, Curse of the Malevolent God, King of the Golden Throne The watch on...

And most importantly:

The eternal god of mankind, the immortal faith, the greatest causer of suffering, and the greatest bearer of suffering.

His legions are falling, his empire is dying, and all his most sacred and original dreams are turning into ignorance and atrocities that can kill him.

He is crying.

He was screaming.

He was powerless and witnessed endless malice in endless suffering.

but me?

I am the one who puts an end to His suffering.

(Female Primarch, original legion, does not vote for Chaos. The author will try his best to keep the information accurate, hammer-flavored, and updated daily. There may be some difficulty in reading at the beginning. You can read a few pictures first to see if you can adapt)

In the name of the Lord of Mankind and the Holy Inquisition, the Julius family, this cancerous growth on the very fabric of the Empire, must be eradicated immediately! Its filthy bloodline has corrupted the Navy, the Ministry of the Interior, the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Knight Houses, the Imperial Church, and even extended its tentacles to the Adeptus Astartes. Traitors must be slain, and the filth must be purged. What do you mean I'm also a descendant of the Julius family?

This is the distant forty-first millennium. The emperor who once protected humanity has transformed into a cold, black sun. If no one can seize humanity's last chance for resurgence, then I will... make the galaxy burn once more!

[30k to 40k words, some semi-pseudo-scripture content, no female lead, loyalty, not a wish-fulfillment story]

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

We were never soldiers… In their eyes, we were destined to be embodiments of rage. In their eyes, we were born only for destruction. But we were his companions. We were those he trusted. We were his advisors, his craftsmen. We were a glimpse into what this species could become when properly guided and freed from the shackles of its own evil and weakness. Of course, we were also taught how to fight. He knew war was imminent. It was a necessary part of ascension, though it was destined to be impermanent. We are the guardians of the new era, and must be strong enough to ensure its safety.”

[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.

Upon traversing Warhammer 40K, Livy awakens the "Soulless" trait, becoming the most despised warp insulator in the entire galaxy.

Bearing nothingness, merging with the dead.

It uses living metal to forge a body and imprisons the Star God as its source.

Transformed into the Silver Reaper, Li Wei vows to crush the endless sea of ​​insects with forbidden power, causing countless evil gods to fall in trembling fear.

"What did you say?" Abaddon exclaimed, both shocked and furious. "We've been boarded?! And by a bunch of mortals?!"

“Yes, sir.” A Chaos Space Marine wiped the cold sweat from his brow. “They are too strange. If we don’t send reinforcements soon, our defenses will be breached! Sir, I suggest you evacuate first…”

"Shut up!" Abaddon roared. "Who are we? We are the Black Legion! We have launched thirteen expeditions, each one dealing a fatal blow to the Empire! We are the Empire's eternal nightmare! And now, are we to retreat before a few mortals?"

"Assemble the troops immediately! I will make those arrogant bastards die here! Let the Empire know that we..."

"Bang!" "Rip rip rip!!!" "Boom!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge ceiling collapsed, and on it, the corpses of Space Marines were piled up like mountains. On the mountaintop, several figures, bathed in the aura of blood, looked down.

Under Abaddon's shocked gaze, a man carrying a halberd looked around at him and said, "You're Abaddon, aren't you?"

"In the name of humanity, we bring you to trial, traitor!"

At the end of the 42nd millennium, the Empire will be destroyed!

The fate of the Primarchs is uncertain, and even the Emperor will ascend to heaven.

In the name of the last Luna Wolf Loken, the Grey Knights established a new Brotherhood.

The Book of Omnipotence appears, the Void Dragon awakens, and the Ark of Bad Omen sets sail...

In the third millennium, Immor, located on Holy Terra, crafted a Warhammer prize box. The day after its completion, a city materialized within the box, where a group of thugs were committing crimes. Driven by a sense of justice, Immor decided to punish evil and promote good, thus setting in motion the threads of fate. The Emperor both loved and hated Immor; love stemmed from the appearance of a second beacon in the dark human world; hatred arose from the latter's theft of his son, much like the Four Gods. Khorne was enraged by the theft of his title as the second brother. Nurgle wept in anger at the theft of Aisha. Death, in league with Immor, terrified Slaanesh. A second Weaver of Fate appeared, driving Tzeentch mad. A product of humanity's 2K era, Tal Rashin was ecstatic. A certain sunny and cheerful young man...