Aaron, living in 600 BCE, felt his father was an inadequate father, a mere biological father, and had driven his mother away. That is until he began encountering demigods in his dreams, seeking their father, who called him brother. So, had the old man cheated? Aaron was furious, determined to avenge his mother. But his brothers addressed him so affectionately, asking for things their father had used—relics, so to speak, to slay demons. He gave his father's pillow to Guilliman, his carved clay tablets to Lorgar, his hunting spear to the Lion, his donkey to Jaghatai... Wait, Horus, what do you want? Your father's clothes? In the 42nd Millennium, all the Primarchs broke free from the river of time, liberating the very essence of the Warp and freeing themselves from the constraints of loyalty and betrayal...

Arriving in Azeroth with a Warhammer-wielding territory, only to find the Orcish War raging, with refugees everywhere and danger lurking everywhere? Seize the opportunity to develop your territory and advance your technology! Hellstorm rocket launchers incinerate the Orcs, dwarven organ cannons crush powerful enemies, and steam workshops mass-produce weapons! Transform your territory into an impregnable fortress! From then on, sweep across the land! The Alliance now has a leader; watch as this Warhammer mage leads the human army to crush the Orcish Horde, blast open the Dark Portal, and seize control of Azeroth's destiny!

"In the dark and distant future, there is only war. When the ancient Doom Slayer awakens once more by the Emperor’s will, and when the gaze of the primordial Four turns again upon the material universe, the veil between realms grows ever thinner. In this age of crumbling barriers, can the Doom Guy truly bring hope to humanity—or even the entire galaxy—as the Emperor desires?"

(Note: This is an ensemble narrative—readers who dislike this style, beware! While Doom’s storyline is absolutely present, the early chapters focus more on a sprawling cast, akin to the "Roboutian Heresy" fanworks. This is a fresh timeline, so the return of the Primarchs and major battles may not follow chronological order. That said, core lore remains intact.)

"What did you say?" Abaddon exclaimed, both shocked and furious. "We've been boarded?! And by a bunch of mortals?!"

“Yes, sir.” A Chaos Space Marine wiped the cold sweat from his brow. “They are too strange. If we don’t send reinforcements soon, our defenses will be breached! Sir, I suggest you evacuate first…”

"Shut up!" Abaddon roared. "Who are we? We are the Black Legion! We have launched thirteen expeditions, each one dealing a fatal blow to the Empire! We are the Empire's eternal nightmare! And now, are we to retreat before a few mortals?"

"Assemble the troops immediately! I will make those arrogant bastards die here! Let the Empire know that we..."

"Bang!" "Rip rip rip!!!" "Boom!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge ceiling collapsed, and on it, the corpses of Space Marines were piled up like mountains. On the mountaintop, several figures, bathed in the aura of blood, looked down.

Under Abaddon's shocked gaze, a man carrying a halberd looked around at him and said, "You're Abaddon, aren't you?"

"In the name of humanity, we bring you to trial, traitor!"

Emperor God: I am not a god!

Erebus, Lorgar: Yes, yes, you are human!

When the Yellow Skin Cult was developed and promoted, the best-selling item was the Golden Throne Mummy Statue!

Perturabo fights to protect his family!

Conrad Coates is no longer autistic and just wants to commit suicide.

Magnus would lose not one eye but two.

Guilliman looked at his mother who was abducted by the Word Bearers, and his descendants who were wearing pendants decorated with the Yellow Skin Cult!

Angron casually wears the Butcher's Nails.

The God-Emperor said to the abstract Primarchs below: I love you children.

Then he turned around and swung his psychic whip to turn the hung Erebus and Lorgar into spinning tops!

This book is also known as "The Yellow Skin Understands Human Nature", "The Family Harmony of the Primarchs", and "The Story of Erebus's Becoming a God"

"The Word Bearers are here to snatch people again! 》《The Emperor is retiring! 》《Erebus must 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.)

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.

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.)

[Warhammer 40,000: The Merchant Ronin Fanfiction] [No System] [Loyal and Unorthodox] [Harem] [Growth] [Multiple Perspectives] [Entire Group]

When Wang Yunfei, a seriously ill patient, closed his eyes, he woke up in the world of Warhammer 40K.

This is a hive world not far from the Colonus Expansion Zone in the Calissis Star Sector of the Hazy Starfield. The original owner of the noble family, a transmigrator, is surprised to find that he has become the experimental subject of a certain wandering technological heretic.

Having passed the forbidden ritual, he gained a witty personality and the ability to genetically mimic others. But his immediate priority is to escape from the clutches of the motorgirl and then get on board the ship of the merchant ronin, Theodora, to take up his post.

[Claude Frye is also Cloud Fly, Brother Yunfei, how have you been? King, Little Wang... uh, Jin, right... not bad either.]

Wait, why does your surname end with Von Valancius?

[Act first, report later—it's an imperial decree, so what? What the chartered captain can handle, I'll handle; what he can't, I'll handle even more.]

【Ageta, no, Brother Jie, could you possibly make an exception for this alien technology matter?】

【Eh, I really don't know this, explain... a Szalak-brand space necromancer command vehicle! Jai, you're my Jai-ge!】

【Oh, so you like SM too ❤ No, I meant Space Marine, what are you talking about?】

"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!"