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...

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.)

"First, I beseech Holy King Guilliman! Second, I beseech Les to possess me! Third, I beseech Grand Marshal Leon! May the Emperor manifest and sweep away the evil spirits! May my left shoulder be benevolent and righteous! May my right shoulder be righteous and benevolent! May the treacherous and horrible aid me! May the false emperor, the great villain, be annihilated!" Looking at the weak human before him, babbling incoherently before the two armies, his eyes rolling back and his body convulsing, an aura of unspeakable loyalty emanated from this human and spread throughout the battlefield. The onlookers, from powerful demon lords to imperial auxiliary soldiers and accompanying priests, all involuntarily took three steps back, their faces showing simultaneous terror. "I told you! These warlock cultists are pathetic!" Li Lian, who himself didn't know what had possessed him this time, gave a smug smile to the restless archbishop not far away. "See that? This is the mysterious power from the East!" "Alas! Your Excellency the Archbishop, and that incredibly strong Governor possessed by the Demon Prince! Don't run away!"

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!

andrix: Dante, please let me go. I'm not your father. Your father is still lying in the Stone Hall.

Dante: Impossible! Dad, you're finally back! The Blood Angels are back to you! I can finally retire!

Looking at Dante clinging to his thigh, Sandrix fell silent.

And looking at the group of youngsters around him, their eyes gleaming with gold, ready to recognize their father, and the four gods in the Warp ready to surprise him, he made a decision.

Sandrix: Dad! Please help! Send Guilliman back, or at least that's fine! (Holding his thigh)

Emperor: !!!

In the fortieth millennium, knowledge is an eternal curse.

Tech Priest Exanders Statcali discovered a distress signal from ten thousand years ago, originating from a forgotten, dead world—Xerath.

There was no life there, only a steel ruin stretching across the continent, and a black pyramid that looked out of place, bearing the emblem of the Mechanicus.

When the exploration team entered the silent sanctuary, they discovered not the expected relic, but a terrifying creation, half-human, half-machine, imprisoned in a vessel. Its final warning was not a gift to humanity, but a death knell tolling for the entire galaxy:

"They're awake! Run!!!"

Now, Exanders must confront a harsh truth: some knowledge is not for mortals to grasp; some silences, once broken, are the end of eternity.

When the warp is torn apart once again, will the Empire seize this rare opportunity, or will it continue to decline?

—When a new star god is born in the galaxy, he begins his mission to reinforce the space of the real universe.

—The Silent King of the Necromancers awakens, activating the "Blackrock Spire" to divide the "Dead Zone of Exorcism" in the warp, splitting the galaxy!

"The fate of the galaxy will once again take a turn!"

Sword Saint inheritance, heaven-defying skills, roaming the alien world. Thief stealth? That won't work, in front of the wind step, not even dust can be eaten. Magic mirror image? Can it kill people? No? Then what are you talking about, my mirror image clone has reached a high level, and even the original body can't beat it. What? You said you have a fighting spirit burst? Can it increase your strength several times? No? My fatal blow can destroy everything in the world. You said you have a forbidden spell? I don't even dare to use my blade storm, it's too devastating.

In a world teeming with danger and opportunity, armed with a high-level artifact from the outer plane, what would you do?

Would you roam freely on the mainland, swordsmanship wielded, murdering people with every step?

Or would you quietly cultivate the land, occasionally playing the pig?

Or would you revive the ancient arcane arts and restore the glory of the arcanist?

Or... become a great god, controlling the fate of mortals? This is Donald's story of struggle in the other world. ... Everyone is welcome to join us in our discussions. ^-^ Tucao group: 102419639

[This is a stepping stone.] What is the name of this artifact?

The moment you receive a wanted warrant, your fate is sealed. You can only passively choose between a struggling life or a gruesome death.

In this curse, you can only rely on yourself. Survival depends on completing one terrifying mission after another.

Resentment, resentment, helplessness—all the negative emotions will be felt here. Anyone who enters this place will have only one thought: survival!!!