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Warhammer 40k: The Men of Iron Return to the Galaxy

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor
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Galactic Saga

'The great Orion war. A flame is ignited, and the war begins. The war is remembered even to this day, it spread its ashes over and throughout our galaxy and it ceases not. The great Orion war, was not like other wars before it, in the sense that weapons of mass destruction were not allowed, there were rules to be followed, and everyone knew they needed to abide by them, even the council of 12 or even the Orion empire who presided over the 12 could not dare to break the sanctity of the rules, aimed to protect our galaxy from being destroyed. Greed and power struggles can be alluring and can force those low of ethics to commit atrocities, but as I said that war was nothing like any other before, in the end it became a war of ideology, a war aimed to change the reality of both the victor and the loser. And it did. The Orion war unfortunately had no winner, except for me. Yes, I was the sole victor among the millions that died or were lost never to be found again. Even to this day you can see it. Who else has this amount of power, this amount of knowledge? I won my glory, I won the world.' The Orion man turned around to face the horizon and continued to speak abstractly. ''By the end of my story, you will know why you were unable to save them. You would know why our fate is stagnant and unmoving. By the end, all your questions shall be answered. Does this sound like a fair deal?" ------------------------------------------ Tera has spent seven years going wherever Earth sends him. Nevul is meant to be his last mission: a dead planet at the edge of the Asteros system, abandoned for a century, guarded by nothing but dust and a few desperate natives. Find the buried site. Retrieve the package. Go home. But, when things turn sour, his whole world comes under attack. What can a mere soldier do when faced with intergalactic secrets beyond his comprehension? On Earth, Dario Alerin is a junior politician with a brilliant mind and too much ambition. He finally gets the chance of a lifetime to change his fate, only to be led to a darker road. How can a human fight against his own nature?
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