Warhammer: Sealed for Ten Thousand Years, the Emperor Begged Me to Lead the Army

[Warhammer 40K + time travel + return + rectification + conquest + black humor] In the black layer beneath Terra, a black stone stasis coffin engraved with the highest warning runes has been sleeping for ten thousand years. The Tribunal's silence agreement has long been prepared - as long as the beings inside show any signs of awakening, they will be killed immediately! Then, a modern military fan who is familiar with all the desperate history of Warhammer 40K opened his golden eyes in the coffin. The Eleventh Primarch. The forbidden son whose name was wiped out in the empire and banned for ten thousand years. In 998. M41, a big rift is about to tear apart the sea of ​​​​stars, and Cadia is on the verge of collapse. The empire thought they had sealed the most dangerous heresy, but little did they know that they were sealing the only savior of this desperate universe! He kicked the lid of the black sarcophagus to pieces, and withstood the Inquisition's explosive bombs and the Gray Knight's sword, and penetrated Terra's deepest defense line. When he stepped on the heads of the high lords and looked at this empire that was rotten to the core with the eyes of modern people's memories, the voice on the golden throne that had been silent for ten thousand years rang loudly in his mind: "Go... Find my sons." From this day on, the style of the empire changed. He pushed the Heretic Tribunal to the ground and frantically talked about physics; he slapped the Black Templars awake from their fanaticism. As for that too-excellent brother Guilliman? "Prince Regent, you manage the empire very well, but there are some places where you need my elder brother to teach you the rules." This time, there is no fall of Cadia, no darkness of despair. I will kill anyone who dares to stop the empire from returning to its rightful course!