Right after his second death in istvaan III, he was transported by someone and he WOKE in the world of where Tankery exist, where no wars just. young women playing tanks. There he could live in peace but, Dreadnoughts appearing out of nowhere, he will fight to the death with new friends.

*The art is not mine but from 推文 (though I am not 100% sure if I got it right). Please let me know if you want to take it down or not* *This fan fiction is for the sole purpose of beating the covenant back with iom reinforcements. If you like the covvies then I'm sorry. I am completely bias to humans for obvious reasons. I'll try to not be overly excessive of course but I can promise you that those smug ass apes and split lips bastard will know fear.* The Indomitus crusade is at full swing as the stars themselves burn. Guilliman leads the forces of humanity in a desperate struggle for survival and liberated worlds after worlds, alas not every corner of the galaxy could be saved. The Lamenters chapter, what few remained that is, desperately evacuated what they can on an isolated sector known as Cadere. On the face of certain annihilation, a strike force from one of the legendary founding chapters, the imperial Fist, complimented with the aid of adeptus custodes manages to reach the isolated chapter. Saving what they can, the fleeing imperial forces gambled everything they have and escaped through a warp storm. As if the Emperor wills it, the imperial armada miraculously survives. Though they arrived into a galaxy they know nothing of.

Eldrad Ulthan, a player of the VRMMORPG called YGGDRASIL, has played a high level Avatar in the game as an Eldar Farseer, a type of elf who are basically the precursors of the elven race and has earned his moniker as 'The Stars of Elven Kind' like so. But just as the server is about to shut down, Eldrad suddenly found himself in another world where he has become his own character. Now in a world where his successors were being enslaved by the humans, Eldrad shall take this new life with utmost seriousness as he shall free his kind from their enslavement and show the humans what will happen when people dare to enslaved others. "None of you Mon-Keigh shall take our kind anymore. For I am Eldrad Ulthan. And you shall not take my children, ever again."

The Custodes is an elite cadre of genetically-engineered transhuman warriors who are even more potent in combat than the Adeptus Astartes. They are to the Space Marines as the Emperor is to His primarchs, and it is rumoured that they were each created by the Master of Mankind personally. Until CUSTODIAN summoned from Terra to another world. See what happened.

CURRENTLY working on another Warhammer 40K crossover story; THE GUARDSMEN, THE BULWARK - WARHAMMER 40K When the 107th siege regiment of the Death Korps of Krieg was enlisted the task of handling the ruinous power that has taken root within a backwater planet. The Korps made haste to its defense, regardless of their known aggressive and offensive suicidal tactics. But due to their expertise in trenches, and artillery, and siege. They were specifically assigned the duty of holding out until other regiment reinforcement came. But as the front lines collapsed, the Watchmaster leads its squadron of Grenadiers to execute an issued order. Until, there met them in the field a Psyker.

It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die. Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse. To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods. In unknown world, where the legionnaire astartes battle off against the enemies of mankind, as an astartes fought to the end as the mankind were besieged by the enemies of mankind. Until he was transported to the battlefield to the unknown world, will he survive or will he die like his brothers.

"FOR THE EMPEROR!", were the last words Magnate Vulka, Space Marine of the Angeli Imperatoris, said as he charged against the heretics. He managed to kill all but one. That was his undoing. But the Emperor is not done with him yet. Magnate now finds himself in a new world, one without the taint of Chaos nor the Imperium of Man. How will our Space Marine fare in this world? Cover art by M4Sherman. This is my first story so expect some errors. Warhammer 40k belongs to it's respective owner. May be inaccurate or non-canon but hey it's my story.

After the Horus Heresy many millennia when the legions were split and soon now the imperium knowns only war. The emperor now entombed on the golden throne. Saw a certain legion of his son who are not giving up on the imperial truth and fight on. The emperor uses his immense power to get his son back reborn in a far of world named Remnant. How will it react when the reborn Primarch of the 21st legion.

With the Minneaut Crusade's closing days nearing. The Steel Wyverns Legion has set it their final and greatest goal to finally end this monstrous menace of an empire. Though what awaits them at the capital of this empire... We shall see. (Under Revision)

A Warhammer 40k x How not to Summon a Demon Lord crossover