Nine hundred years into the forty-first millennium of humanity, a crisis brewed that would shape the fate of the entire galaxy. Beyond the farthest point ever reached by the Sun Lord's expedition, within a halo of stars that the expeditionary force had never set foot on, lay a human civilization distinct from the Empire. They considered themselves descendants of the Golden Men and dubbed themselves the Human Federation. Qiao Wen, fortunately, found himself within the Human Federation. As the sole person handling external affairs for this civilization, he discovered that he could rely not only on ancient human technology but also on his own innate magical powers.

Wayne, a time traveler, traveled to Nostramo in the Warhammer universe and became a powerful aristocratic capitalist. He was thinking that his life would just go on like this when the Primarch's cultivation chamber fell from the sky, smashed through Wayne's adamantine barrier, and appeared in the factory. At this time, Wayne knew that his chance to adopt the Primarch had come.

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...

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!

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 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?

"When I was taken in by the White Scars Chapter Librarius, and inherited the name Qin Xia, an ancient White Scars warrior from ten thousand years ago, I thought my destiny was to fight for the White Scars Chapter until I fell."

"When I was taken away by the Grey Knights before my surgical modifications, I thought my destiny was to fight against daemons until I fell."

"Until... the damned warp threw me back ten thousand years, onto a planet called Nuceria, where I met a young Angron."

Qin Xia looked at Angron, the primarch who would one day become the most vicious and tyrannical, and fell into deep thought.

"I'm going to raise Angron? Is this for real?"

The only thing that brought Qin Xia a glimmer of hope was that the young Angron hadn't yet been implanted with the Butcher's Nails. He hadn't yet become a brutal and cruel butcher. His talent for sensing and absorbing the negative emotions of others was still there; he was still a primarch with a compassionate heart and an astonishing capacity for empathy.

"It's not too late after all."

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!

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!!!]

Warhammer 40k is not a world suitable for traveling through, even with the blessing of the Emperor.

However, if the emperor is your friend who plays table chess pieces with you in the real universe, then the matter of traveling to the 40k universe seems to have become more subtle?

"I'm very sorry that I hid some truths, but friends, my world really needs your help."

——Brother Big E

"Get your Imperial Titan models ready! Sooner or later we will move all your collections away!"

——A friend of a certain big e brother