Warhammer: The Twenty-First Primarch

【Fantasy · Drama】

Warhammer + no power imbalance + no CP + everyday life + no transmigration + the 21st Primarch + a warm family tone in the early chapters

You are an accident.

You are the last Primarch to return, and the extra "21st" Primarch who should never have existed.

You are not as tall as your brothers, and the overflowing psychic power that once surged through you never appeared again after that one time. It seems that becoming a Primarch gave you nothing special beyond a stronger physique, but your brothers like you very much.

Until, unable to believe what happened on Istvaan, you tell your father that there must be some reason for it, and he has no choice but to imprison you in the palace.

Listening to the slaughter outside the palace, you erupt with the psychic storm that was bottled up under extreme emotion and break free of your restraints, flying toward the center of the battlefield with everything you have.

That sword slashes diagonally into your shoulder, nearly cutting you in two. At this moment, the battlefield seems to stop.

You kneel down and, using all your strength, touch the hands of your two brothers whom you once loved most.

"Brothers... please... do not let resentment grow any further..."