Warhammer: Starting with Lagrange, I Strike from Another Dimension

I transmigrated into Warhammer 40K and became the Primarch of the Imperium’s Second Legion.

From the start, it was the eve of the Horus Heresy. The Emperor suspected me, my brothers sidelined me, and the Adeptus Mechanicus wanted to dissect me.

That was until I activated the Lagrange System bound to the depths of my consciousness.

The Tech-Priests fell to their knees. I could build a Sunwhale-class carrier in a fraction of the time they spent praying.

The Imperial Navy went berserk. My Bull-class destroyer punched through their Gloriana-class Battleship with energy weapons.

Chaos warships were baffled. My radar couldn’t even identify Warp Daemons, so I treated them all as space pirates.

But they didn’t know my real trump card was the ship I dug out of the Eglerm sector:

the Trafalgar-class mobile fortress.

5.52 million structural points, thirteen times that of a Sunwhale.

It came with a battleship production line, so I could build up my forces even as I fought.

Its shipboard planet-busting focused-energy weapon could wipe out an entire star system with one shot.

While Terra’s High Lords were spending a century planning to build a Gloriana-class Battleship, I was already piloting a mobile shipyard and building ships right in front of the enemy.

When the Chaos Gods tried to corrupt my fleet, my System flashed a notification: [Warp corruption detected. Recommend “sanitizing” with the fortress’s ion cannons.]

The Dark Angels asked me, “Are you loyal, or a traitor?”

I smiled.

My dictionary has only two words: mining and raising an army.

When the Chaos hordes came knocking, I deployed a Constantine the Great-class battleship and told my horrified brothers:

“Make way. Let me show you some firepower from beyond this universe.”