Warhammer: the Bizarre Adventure of the Lost Primarch

The thread of fate goes off the rails. What would have happened if the Lost Primarchs had not completely disappeared from the history of the Imperium of Man as they originally had? In the dark galaxy, the moment the young man landed in the training warehouse on the surface of Dayi opened his eyes, what awaited him was an endless war! For Qin Changying, this universe is far beyond his imagination and is filled with all kinds of monsters, ghosts, and snakes. Lady Kra, space worms, Hruds, and even the Randan Empire formed by various aliens... This would be the first time that the newly born Second Primarch faced countless xenos battles, and the accusations and trials of the other brothers and the Emperor would also follow. "Whoever wants to do this job can do it! Anyway, Makado has promised me that after this battle is over, I can return to Dayi to retire." "Wait a minute, why did Feinus's expeditionary force fall into pieces?" "What do you mean Warmaster Horus has rebelled? Oh, it's not just that, actually half of my brothers have rebelled..." "Wait a minute, the ashes next to the Golden Throne couldn't be Malcador, right? Hey, why did the Emperor want to sit on it too?" … The Great Rebellion is over. Looking at the dilapidated empire around him. Dorn and Guilliman are arguing with each other, Russ and Lion are fighting, Vulkan is silent, Corax is in a corner, Jaghatai is in a wheelchair, and Faunus is confusing. "That's great, Old Eleven, I seem to understand you a little now." "Empire, please rule me!"