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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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Jinn BLADE

Do you feel it? The warmth within, blazing like an inferno… yet subtle in its right. So bright and powerful yet gentle in its nature. The eidra of heroes. The eidra of warriors. The eidra of the vanquishers of darkness. The eidra of hope. Primedial, Precursor, The most powerful… Unparalleled. Muradryn. Darkness enveloped the void for so long, festering, creeping, and corrupting, like a blight of intoxicating poison. The lords of Kaos will never stop until everything will be theirs, until everything is corrupted by their blight. Broken and fragmented by the very hands of Kaos, Muradryn shall rise once more… not as multiple warriors like before… but converged into one individual. One individual that will unite all of the fragments of Muradryn and to be claimed as the Warrior of Muradryn, the one to be unparalleled. Or so the old prophecy says. …Thousands and thousands of years, empires scoured through the galaxies finding the fragments of such a powerful eidra. Some were successful, yet Muradryn chooses its rightful owner—rejecting anyone who forcefully wields it. Some tried to replicate it, creating their own version of Muradryn… Prime Eidra, a closer version to Muradryn that is able to effectively eliminate the beasts of Kaos. Yet even such powers were not able to make a dent to the lords of Kaos, no, nothing other than Muradryn will be able to defeat them. For so long, the vast majority of the void had been consumed and controlled by the lords of Kaos, some enslaved while some were forced to be cattle, fulfilling whatever dark desires the lords wanted. For so long had the void suffered, for so long have they been wrapped in darkness, for so long had Muradryn been gone… Until one faithful day across time, Engkaren, a fragment of Muradryn, tore reality itself… to inject his very essence within a child to be born in the future before he was slain by a lord of Kaos… effectively saving Muradryn itself… and ultimately choosing the very hero that will vanquish darkness. Through this child, darkness shall fall. Through this child, Muradryn will rise once more. Through his blade, will he carve through Kaos. Blademaster, Guildmaster, Hero, Scion, Orphan, Slave, Soldier… The Warrior of Muradryn. He had many names. His friends called him “Jinn” While his enemies called him “The Blade” He is the warrior of muradryn, the hero of hope, and the enemy of Kaos. Jinn Blade is his name.
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