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Astartes in Mythology 40K FanFic

Escaped from the Backrooms is our Mc an Astartes Retributor, mowing down hordes of entities from the backrooms, he manages to escape the mono yellow wallpaper maze of insanity, via noclipping/stumbling into a void level in the backrooms... Finding himself in the very past of Earth aka Holy Terra of Greek Mythology he will have to battle his way through history and change fate as his power rivals that of gods. Meaning its a Warhammer 40K Transmigration and slight Isekai Fanfic of a Retributor (Space marine) into the Past. I do not own Warhammer 40K or its characters. I do not own any Space marine chapter mention in this Fanfic. I do not own the Backrooms. I also do not own the mythological characters as no one owns it. I also do not own the cover, it belongs to the creator of the Astartes CGI Film. I own the small slight OC's from time to time

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Present

This part is very similar to the Ending of Astartes Part 5.

In a bright flash in the forest, in the middle of nowhere.

A Space marine appears, slumping down, his hands help him to stay up, but not upright.

Immediately he feels intense nausea, grabbing his helmet and ripping it off to the side with a hiss, he proceeds to vomit, spewing out his stomach contents all over the grass and dirt. In an instant he becomes aware, lifting his head up fast with a face of caution, as he slowly stands up and observes, for the first time in a century he sees the lush green grass and the beautiful wild life around him, he looks around and notices mountains in the distance between two trees and bushes, one with a city near it, and another which has gigantic clouds at its peak with buildings not noticeable unless you where abnormal or like a Space Marine.

The lone space marine closes his eyes and sighs, then his grey helmet in the lush green grass emits a robotic voice, "Location: Holy Terra, 3000-1100 BCE, 43 Millenniums in the past."

Time travel, it only occurs when you enter the Warp, but what the space marine just experience didn't look like the Warp at all, but he did feel the symptoms of being in one, Perplexed the space marine grabs his helmet which lies in the green shining grass below him and puts it on, locking into place, the helmet sputters to life.

Specific Location: Unknown

General Location: Holy Terra

Date/Time: 3000-1100 BCE

Approx Time Displacement: 43 Millenniums in the Past (since Ragosa Uprisings) (please do tell me if this approx time is wrong)

Status: MIA

Body Status: Safe/Well

Bolter Ammunition Count: Infinite/Unknown

The space marine sighs again, knowing hes not going to go back to his squad any time soon, he whips out his bolter just in caution, as he has to do some little exploring on Holy Terra once again but in the past past.

A/N: Wait, where his bolter come from tho, did he just take it from his c-AH *disappears*