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.

There is a man. He gains power after slaying demons. He is fearless and dares to challenge any powerful foe. He is incredibly strong, with a wild fighting style. He is… Lu Jin: “That’s right, it’s me.” Lu Jin transmigrated to the Warhammer universe. Severely injured, he discovered that besides his innate fearlessness and physical strength, he also possessed a peculiar ability to grow stronger in battle. In a cruel universe filled only with war, Lu Jin embarked on a path to becoming a war god, leaving behind many famous quotes. “Trying to tempt me into becoming Khorne’s chosen one? What kind of bravery is it to kill? Let Khorne be my chosen one!” “Real beings generate emotions to nourish the Warp, and the Warp has nothing to repay real beings…” “Imperial nobles want to enslave me? They deserve to die!”

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!

The time travelers from the Skuri clan carried unknown panels—perhaps creations of Tzeentch or Slaanesh? However, even if they were indeed their creations, the engineer Eski Ivo wouldn't relinquish them as long as there was profit to be made. His glorious rat life would begin with defeating Nagash and saving the world.