Warhammer, I really didn't intend to form a second empire!

Warhammer, I really didn't intend to form a second empire!

Author: A Scoundrel Seeking Fame and Fortune

By a twist of fate, he was transported to the Warhammer world and acquired a new identity: the Primarch, or rather, the Second Primarch who was erased.

But Zhao Zheng did not want to die, so he decided that even if he returned to the empire in the future, he would remain outside of it and, apart from the Great Expedition, would absolutely not participate in any imperial affairs.

Thus, a Primarch emerged who, in the eyes of his Primarch brethren and the Imperials, was no less ambitious than Guilliman, as powerful as the First Legion, and had been conquering beyond Holy Terra, creating states within states.

But Zhao Zheng was also wronged, because he really didn't want to create a second empire!

Chapter One: The Second Primitive

When Zhao Zheng came into this world, he was unaware of what had happened to him.

Zhao Zheng, a corporate slave working 996 hours a day on Earth, finally got a vacation, and all he wanted to do was to quickly repair his overburdened body.

After taking some nutritional supplements and saving a little girl who was about to be run over by the U-23 Olympic Games on his way home, Zhao Zheng returned to his apartment and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Zheng could guarantee that this was absolutely the most comfortable night's sleep he had ever had; he had never before felt so relaxed and comfortable.

It felt like when I was a child, snuggling up to my parents and falling asleep in their arms.

Safe, warm, and I can sleep soundly.

In a daze, he seemed to suddenly hear his parents arguing, seemingly discussing in detail the family's increasingly insufficient income and expenditure.

The sound started out very soft, then gradually grew louder, until it was almost loud enough to wake Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng woke up somewhat groggily. This time, he clearly heard what his parents were arguing about, but this time it wasn't about trivial living expenses, rent, or utilities, or about his father being laid off due to the poor economic climate. This argument seemed a bit off.

"No! What did you do?! You're insane!"

The voice was filled with intense anger and disbelief.

“I did nothing wrong, Neos. I’m just a mother who doesn’t want her child to become your slave.”

“Slaves? They are my children too! They are the ones I painstakingly brought back from the High Heavens! They are the important commanders who will lead me on my great interstellar expedition!”

"And you, because of your own selfishness, have banished them to the highest heavens!"

"You're crazy! I..."

The voice grew increasingly intense, devoid of any rationality, revealing a murderous intent.

"No matter what, I will never send my child to you to be an executioner, nor will I send you, Makado."

“Madam, you have been deceived by Chaos. They always have. You have made a terrible decision that has put us in such a passive situation.”

The voice still carried a hint of calm, but the coldness in his words was unmistakable. He was also angry, but anger was of no use.

"Then judge me. Punish me or erase me completely. I have no regrets about sending my child away, and I regret not seeing through you sooner."

“You have treated yourselves as tools, and everyone else as tools. I have been fooled, and Orl has been fooled, but my children must not be fooled. They are human beings too. They are my children, not the commanders you speak of, nor are they the useful tools in your hands.”

"Kill me."

The woman's voice carried a hint of determination, and it was the only sound Zhao Zheng heard after he was once again drawn into a strange place.

……

The highest heaven has always been mysterious. It is the resting place of life and souls in the real universe, and also the sea of ​​souls where countless demons dwell.

It reflects all the emotions that exist in the entire real universe. Boundless emotions and souls make the concept of the subspace extremely distorted and abstract every day, and the way they are expressed is so direct and passionate.

Zhao Zheng was in a place where the concepts of time and space were extremely distorted.

He didn't know where he was or what his situation was. He only knew that he was locked in a huge box and looking out at the pitch-black world.

He felt no fear whatsoever. He didn't know why, but he just wasn't afraid. Moreover, what he saw wasn't darkness, but a dazzling, colorful, and beautiful world.

He felt very familiar with the outside world and longed to go outside. He felt as if someone was reaching out and calling to him, which made him feel incredibly warm and familiar.

The red, blue, green, and purple lights were the most intense, passing through the box and lingering around him.

Zhao Zheng felt as if there were some buzzing sounds in his head. He didn't know what it meant, but he just felt a little irritated.

Unlike the four-colored light that surrounded him and made him feel happy, this buzzing sound made him very unhappy.

Thus, a small black hole gradually appeared in the subspace, just like those untouchables.

But this black hole was different. It kept devouring and never stopped its devouring desire. Even the four-colored light that gradually increased its power output could not satisfy its needs in the end.

It was too greedy, everyone could tell. The child didn't understand anything, he only knew that this would make him feel good, so he did it.

He even began a reverse invasion, increasing his demands. For some reason, the four-colored lights were excited because this child was the only one who did not reject their power.

In particular, the crimson light's output power increased several times more than it could be seen with the naked eye, and the entire beam of light occupied almost half of the four-colored light.

Not to be outdone, the purple light also began to increase its output, followed by the green light. Only the blue light remained on the sidelines, for it had already found the most suitable toy for itself.

But in the end, He became greedy and increased the output of the blue light.

They are all greedy. The red one is the most innocent, the purple one is the most avaricious, the green one is the most sincere, and only the blue one always carries a sense of detachment.

It seems like they don't care, but they can't help but greedily harbor fantasies.

But as the black hole grew larger and larger, they gradually lost control and even became unaware of their most accepting child. Only then did they realize that they had been tricked by the cursed one again.

The red light was the one with the most intense fluctuations; it truly desired Zhao Zheng, so it continued to output power, and even increased its output.

The green and purple beams of light had shrunk considerably, because their interest in the child was far less intense than that of the red beam.

Only the blue, which had always been elusive, suddenly became like the red, not only increasing its own output but also subtly surpassing the red. It was eager to see what would happen to this child next.

He anticipates change, even if the outcome is extremely bad for Him. He doesn't care; He loves change, and He is most pleased when everything is in a state of flux.

They failed because Zhao Zheng fell into a deep sleep again, while the ever-expanding black hole continued to absorb everything around it.

From that day onward, the previously relatively stable situation in the highest heaven was instantly disrupted.

On this very day, the Blood God's furious roar echoed throughout the entire subspace.

The Blood God's demonic army began indiscriminately attacking the remaining supreme gods, and the divine war broke out once again.

Zhao Zheng was unaware of the chaos in the subspace, as he had already returned to the real universe and arrived on a blue planet.

It was very similar to the planet he had lived on in his previous life, but it was many times larger, at least ten times larger, and its technology was extremely backward, at an ancient level.

Zhao Zheng landed on a soft patch of grass, the sky above him a deep blue he had never seen before, so profound it seemed to suck away one's soul.

The air was filled with the scent of grass and earth, mixed with the sweet fragrance of some wildflowers. It was so clean that he couldn't help but take a few more breaths to fill his lungs, which were filled with the tides of the subspace.

His gestation chamber was long gone; his physical body had been immersed in the warp, but that was nothing to a Primarch, especially for a Primarch like Zhao Zheng.

He was still a child, and Zhao Zheng knew his identity when he was caught up in the subspace.

It seems he has transmigrated, and even transmigrated to Warhammer, a cesspool world where countless people shout about loyalty but don't actually go anywhere.

Zhao Zheng also understood what the buzzing sound in his mind was, but he had no mind to think about anything else at the moment.

Because he transmigrated into the Second Primarch, a Primarch who would later be erased by the Emperor in the history of Warhammer.

Zhao Zheng didn't know what the original owner had gone through to be erased. He didn't know the reason, nor did he want to know the reason.

He only cares about one thing now: to quickly develop and strengthen himself, until he becomes so powerful that even the emperor would have to consider whether the price he would have to pay to eliminate him is worth it.

For some reason, although Zhao Zheng really wanted to live, he didn't feel any particular urgency, which made him feel somewhat disconnected.

He didn't want to die, but he also seemed not to care much about whether he would die or not, which made him feel conflicted.

But no matter what, it's better to live than die. And if you have to die, at least make some contribution to the humanity of this world before you die. You can't come to the Warhammer world as a Primarch and spend a lot of resources to create this Warp Sub-God vessel.

How could I be erased without leaving any value behind? And the legion I will lead in the future—they did nothing wrong, they don't need to die with me.

And it's not necessarily true that I'll die. Maybe if I stay far enough away, I can just get through the Great Expedition by chance.

By then, he would be far removed from power struggles and have absolute dominance outside, even more powerful than Guilliman's Five Hundred Worlds.

Zhao Zheng refused to believe that the emperor would be willing to eliminate him.

Of course, it's a bit early for Zhao Zheng to say these things now. If he remembers correctly, if we don't count Alphareth, he seems to be the second Primarch to return.

I don't know what time it is now, but I guess I don't have much time left.

At most, it will be a few decades. Although I don't know if the original timeline will change because of my arrival, my time is indeed very scarce.

After all, the war of unification is probably almost over now. The Great Expedition has only lasted about two hundred years at most. Not counting the original historical timeline where the original owner was eliminated, one's own time is really not much.

So how can I develop myself into someone so troublesome that even the emperor would find it difficult to eliminate me in such a short time?

Zhao Zheng felt this was a very serious issue.

But first, I need to understand the world I'm in now. I need to unify this place as soon as possible and find a way to improve my technological strength to start the path of interstellar conquest as soon as possible.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to realize one's grand ambition of expanding one's power base in the future.

After figuring out his path, Zhao Zheng got up from the grass and brushed off the bits of grass and dirt that were stuck to his body.

He looked down at his small hands and could roughly estimate his age, but it didn't matter anymore.

Zhao Zheng simply thought of it casually, and his body began to grow rapidly.

His joints were cracking, and his muscle fibers were twisting and reorganizing under his skin like steel cables, causing his body to expand rapidly like a balloon.

In just a few breaths, Zhao Zheng's body grew from a child to a teenager, then from a teenager to an adult, and then slowly grew from two meters to three meters, then from three meters to four meters, until it stopped growing at six meters.

What was once a thin and frail body has now become as broad and thick as a city wall.

Zhao Zheng turned slightly to look into the distance. Sunlight streamed down from the high sky, piercing through the azure backdrop and illuminating his broad shoulders and chest.

He had a face that could make any painter weep in their dreams, especially his deep brown eyes that looked at dogs with such affection that they could make anyone fall irrevocably into them.

His proportions are so perfect that it seems to have come directly from the golden ratio; despite his six-meter stature, he is not clumsy at all.

Beneath his bronze skin lies a savage power capable of unleashing waves of war, yet he also displays a kind of perfect physique that is impossible to look away from. His lines are hard and exaggerated, and the texture of his muscles resembles the ancient mountain ranges on earth, majestic and magnificent yet elegant.

Her thick, black hair, like a raven's feathers, subtly revealed iridescent colors under the sunlight, with the crimson glow being the most prominent.

After casually using his psionic powers to conjure a new outfit for himself, he headed toward the nearest mountain village, a place his Primarch had already spotted with his vision and psionic powers.

This towering giant is about to take his first step in conquering the world.

Chapter Two: The Remnants of the Dragon Kingdoms

This world is vast, and what shocked Zhao Zheng the most was that all the continental plates in this world were connected together.

Zhao Zheng wasn't quite sure why this planet was like this, but the people on this planet gave him a sense of belonging in the unfamiliar world of Warhammer.

The familiar language and accent, along with the ancient architectural style reminiscent of his past life in Yanhuang, further confirmed his previous conjecture.

This must be the descendants of some of the dragon kingdoms that disappeared after ascending from Terra. It's just unknown why they appeared on this planet, or why they regressed to a feudal era.

Why were none of the technologies from that golden age preserved?

Zhao Zheng had also explored the planet inside and out. To be honest, apart from the fact that the people here were generally very healthy and had excellent physical fitness, he really couldn't detect any technological remnants here.

Moreover, such a vast territory naturally led to the proliferation of warlords and factions on this planet, resulting in constant warfare, somewhat similar to the Warring States period in the Dragon Kingdoms of ancient Terra.

Fortunately, such minor skirmishes are no match for Khorne, and the barriers of the real universe are quite strong, so nothing serious is likely to happen. Otherwise, Zhao Zheng would probably find it difficult to unify this place.

But it's alright. After calming down the villagers who were somewhat frightened by him, Zhao Zheng then extended his large hand.

"Gentlemen, how about we join me to conquer this world and then soar into the stars?"

The villagers were confused by the giant's words, but they understood one thing: the giant wanted them to follow him.

Looking at that body that seemed to be descended from heaven, and that face that was almost identical to theirs yet perfectly beautiful, the villagers in the remote mountain valley were instantly captivated.

So, on the very first day Zhao Zheng arrived in this world, he assembled an extremely meager army and led them to conquer ninety-nine cities.

They didn't need to lift a finger. All Zhao Zheng had to do was stand in front of him, and the Primarch's charm would be enough to make these "ancient people" kneel down before him and pledge their allegiance to him.

Zhao Zheng discovered that the people on this planet had an almost instinctive affinity for him.

Not out of fear or any other reason, Zhao Zheng felt as if he had an unbreakable connection with them in his blood, a sense of belonging etched deep into his genes.