What interesting things would happen if the Primarch and the Emperor watched footage of the future together?

They will witness the death of heroes, the fall of the vile, the truth of the warp, and that distant, dark future. And what decisions will they make afterward?

(This is a story written by a new author out of love, so the synopsis is inadequate. The story will mainly focus on the Empire and the Primarchs.)

[Warhammer + Farming + Space Opera]

In the 41st millennium, darkness is raging!

The human empire lost half of its territory.

Millions of planets are invaded by Chaos!

Famine is everywhere, crime is rampant, cults are everywhere...

The planet Erth, located on the dark side of the empire, is experiencing extreme suffering.

Fortunately, the savior Ron has arrived!

He awakens the essence of subspace and leads the development of the whole people!

Start with a small, ruined territory.

Farming, explosives, internal affairs, unifying the planet, building space warriors, forming the Star Sea Fleet, the Great Expedition...

When the regent came with an expeditionary fleet to regain the territory.

He looked at the extremely prosperous star field and the group of starships that covered the sky, and then looked at his broken spaceships, and he was suddenly confused...

Who is the empire?

Transcending into the Warhammer world. The Middle Ages are a chaotic wasteland, with the shadow of eternal destruction looming over all timelines. The end is nigh, and the grand game of the Chaos Gods unfolds in the Middle Ages. Carrying a simulator, when faced with the choice between becoming Primal Chaos and the Watchers of Order, will you destroy or save the world? In the 40th millennium of Warhammer, endless war engulfs the entire galaxy. The Emperor is long gone, buried on the Golden Throne. The Astragalus and Astartes have paid a heavy price; even the Primarch's return cannot halt the Imperium's despair. The edifice is crumbling, and the Dark Lord is about to rise from the throne. A decisive outcome will change everything, ensuring humanity's glory endures. Conquer or destroy the Xenomorphs, only in the name of Primal Chaos, in the sight of the gods.

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...

Traveling to the world of Warhammer Medieval, which has been ravaged by the four evil gods and has countless Chaos Chosen, is undoubtedly the most tragic world besides the Warhammer 40,000 world!

Fortunately...

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!

[Dual protagonists: a transmigrator and a native protagonist + ensemble cast + Warhammer Fantasy + Naruto + multiple worlds]

In the Warhammer Fantasy world, amidst the death crisis of Krich Kenpi, the Gutter Hoarder (the protagonist, a transmigrator), he and Quake transmigrated a second time to the Land of Rain in the Naruto world.

Quake's forces clashed with the protagonist. Fearing for his belongings, the protagonist begged Quake for mercy, offering to give him a life-extending ring that would extend his life by twenty years. Quake, persuaded by the head of one of his favorite green-skinned enemies, which was stuck in his back (according to the official novel, Quake is extremely eccentric and talks to the series of dead heads on his back, using them as his advisors), temporarily spared the protagonist. Especially since the smell and feeling here were off, and only a portion of his Red Guard remained, Quake had a very bad feeling.

The protagonist didn't immediately recognize that this was the world of Naruto, since he couldn't understand the language of this world. After learning the language of the humans in this world through magic, he heard the Land of Rain, the Land of Fire, and Konoha, and then he confirmed that he was in the world of Naruto. However, he still didn't understand why he had traveled here a second time.

However, not long after, he met the Reincarnators and gradually understood everything.

The Skavens must take their place as reincarnators, or death will be inevitable.

[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]

The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.

Who can reverse this doomed fate?

"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"

"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"

"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"

A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.

When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.

The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:

"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"

"From this day forward, I am the savior!"

"Waaaaagh!"

Forty-two millennia later, the Great Rift ripped the galaxy in two, the Emperor's light gradually dimmed, and half of the Imperium of Man was plunged into endless despair and war. In this dark realm known as the "Dark Side of the Imperium," whispers of Chaos corrupt the hearts of the people, a surge of xenos devours the stars, and the isolated world of Mankind, plagued by suspicion and internal conflict, is on the verge of self-destruction.

However, when a soul, burdened with a thousand years of infamy, returns from the Warp, everything will be turned upside down. Astra Sarahar, scion of the former First Legion, a "Fallen Angel" hunted by his former brothers, opened his eyes in the darkness of despair.

What kind of fate awaits him?

(The early part is boring, no problem, but the latter part is even more boring, haha.)

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.