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?

This is a clash of the souls of the 2K era and the Warhammer 30K era. When Primarch Zero finds a stable soul, can the scorching essence of the Warp scorch everything? Can the Imperium overcome the conspiracy of the Four Gods during the Great Crusade? Can the Primarchs cast aside their illusions and stand together? Zerg, Orks, Eldar, Xenos, Necrons, Chaos Gods. When the Imperium finds a legitimate heir, can it stand firm in the universe? PS: Hello everyone, I am Alexander Tang, the eldest son of the Empire. Please watch the restricted short film below, the Emperor's Ascension Ceremony! Okay, I will take over the Empire from now on. Please maintain your absolute loyalty to the Imperium~! (Boltgun loaded)

In the dark fortieth millennium, in the Purgatory Galaxy. "Didn't you say that I could take the template of the End to Beng Tieshuang? Can you explain to me why we are here!!!" "Didn't you say we were going to the Galaxy!!!" "But not this Galaxy, and aren't you Hyperion? Why are you jumping on the Star Train?" "Don't waste time. If we want to go back, we need to keep exploring new worlds and laying star tracks." "???" Looking at the crazy modified version of Hyperion, Zhou Ye fell into silence. . Then he looked at the golden flames behind him. After a brief silence, Zhou Ye said... "Run, run quickly, I don't want to be caught by the yellow-skinned guy. That guy wants me to be the emperor of mankind. Can't I just bypass the subspace and lay the tracks directly? Is it that serious?"

A mortal was chosen by the Ultramarines and underwent nineteen genetic modifications to become a Space Marine. Since then, he and his team have faced the Tyranids, the Green Orcs, fought against the evil god Slaanesh, eliminated the rebels, and forged brotherhood and glory in the brutal war.

At the end of the Terran Unification Wars, the God-Emperor's offspring was cast across the galaxy by a Warp storm. The Emperor's Great Crusade unfolded across the galaxy under the watchful eyes of the Four Gods, foreshadowing the future of humanity. For unknown reasons, an alien soul arrived in Warhammer, becoming the Clown Primarch, Mortarion.

In the 40th millennium, humanity teeters on the brink of destruction, and the universe pervades with eternal war. Within the Warp, the Dark Gods whisper, engaging in their never-ending grand game, manipulating the course of fate. The unexpected arrival of a stranger unleashes a wave of change that deviates from the predetermined destiny. Doom Slayer! May your sword drink the blood of your enemies, and may your name resound throughout the universe.

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.

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...

[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.

Expedition! Expedition!! The Great Crusade!!!

The days of humanity barely surviving under the oppression of xenos and Chaos are over. Furious, humanity is determined to recreate the glory of the Golden Age.

The grievously wounded and dying Emperor of Mankind has healed his injuries and risen to face the enemy. The Lord of the Crimson Torrent roars as he returns from the Warp.

Forward! Nothing can stop the march of our great renaissance!

Forward! The unyielding human civilization, fighting against heaven and earth, swears to restore its former glory!

Forward! Unite, and unite again! We will liberate the entire galaxy!