Summary: The Milky Way is overturned by the fire hurled by the gods, and we, like firewood, can only burn and pray.
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I, Augustus of Chemos
Son of Fulgrim, Sergeant, Captain, and Lord Commander of the Emperor's Children
The son of the fallen Primarch, the right hand of Slaanesh's beloved, the Chosen One, the reflection of the past.
They call me Augustus, Lord of the Mourners' Warband, Tyrant of the Demonic World of Sulfa, Foolish and Loyal Traitor
My name will not be included in the glorious history of the empire, but in that era covered by ancient scrolls, thousands of lips and tongues once called me blessed.
This is my story, this is my destiny
warning:
*This article contains a slight annoyance, but it has a general main line and outline.
*The second person of the text is "you"
*The protagonist is a male, Astartes, Third Legion, non-traveler. Since the author likes the rebel faction very much, the protagonist can definitely not be a loyalist in the non-if line. Whether he will join the gang is to be determined.
*There is no cp in the text, but there are a lot of hammer-style heavy men, including a lot of Electra/BROMANCE
*Updated from time to time
Mission: Perseverance in adversity to achieve success.
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I will always wait for you to come back [Spreading hands]
I will always wait for you to come back [Spreading hands]