Warhammer: Making Humanity Great Again Through a Crusade of Annihilation

I had a dream last night that I was someone close to the Emperor, though I forgot exactly what I did. Then I participated in the Terra unification war, the three Randan Wars, and the extermination of Lady Hera. Then, while I was escorting a Titan STC, I was attacked by the Eldar in the warp. I risked my life to ensure that the STC was not damaged. When I left the warp, I fell onto a planet and prevented the four gods from corrupting Horus. As a result, shortly after I returned to Terra and had just begun to take charge of the Webpath Protection Project, I heard about the Magnus Rebellion. Then, Llane, Guilliman, Perturabo, and Rogdoryn went to suppress the rebellion, and I was assigned to a special set of Imperial Guard Dreadnoughts. I requested to join the war, and then… Rogdorn said I was too bad and wouldn't approve my participation! Luo! Ge! Duo! En!

I had a dream during the Dragon Boat Festival, but it's too quiet to post: I'm the judge, and it feels like I'm in a hive. Amidst the chaos and confusion, suddenly K the Great Demon appeared. K the Great Demon shot me right into the wall. K the Great Demon is about to chop off my head. K was knocked back with a shovel. A completely unarmed mortal with only a shovel is about to solo the Great Demon K. The Great Demon K acknowledged the mortal's courage, saying he would allow them to experience a glorious death. K was mercilessly slammed into the ground by the shovel without any chance to fight back. "Courage, huh?! Glory, huh?! You're not even going to die, yet you dare to challenge me with your life? What kind of courage do you have?! What kind of glory do you have?! You cowardly piece of trash, what are you pretending to be?!" K, the Great Demon, collapsed to the ground, unable to get up. "Go back and tell your dog, who might be listening right now, that if you sit too long and your hemorrhoids burst, you should obediently go for surgery. The blood will splatter everywhere and stink to death, and your hands will be marinated in it. It'll make me sick if it doesn't." K, the Great Demon, was instantly banished after being shoveled by his senior. Me, nailed to the wall: Huh?

GW gave the Grey Knight a new concept called the Ultimate Decree. The Emperor's ultimate decree to the Grey Knights requires them to ensure that the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne forever. If the Emperor rises, is reincarnated, or ascends to become a warp entity, the Grey Knights must do everything in their power to force the Emperor to sit on the Golden Throne again.

Looking at Horus kneeling before him, even the emperor, who prided himself on being severing all emotions, shed two streams of tears. Horus lowered his head, weakly murmuring, "Father, do you still remember what happened in the past? If it weren't for Erebas stirring things up..." "The past, are you referring to the past?" A tiny tremor lingered in the Emperor's cold voice, and even the surrounding air seemed to churn restlessly, affected by his surging spiritual energy. In the 30th millennium of humankind, the universe was a scene of endless warfare. The Lord of Mankind had no world to rest for even a moment. Only Horus could share the burden on the Emperor's shoulders in this cruel universe. Beneath the Emperor's heavy power armor, one can almost feel the wounds left by the former orc lord. How ironic it is to compare Horus's heart-wrenching battle cry and the figure rushing to his aid on that day with the present reality. "Do you have anything to say?" The Emperor regained his composure. In this hell forged by war, betrayal, and the blood of the Primarchs, the Lord of Mankind maintained the demeanor befitting his status. At this moment, Horus's body, which had been dominated by the four gods, briefly regained its clarity. The emperor's thoughts were also Horus's thoughts, and the emperor's wish was... Everything should have been this way, but the great mistake had already been made. All the feelings between father and son had been irrevocably corrupted by chaos. He was no longer the emperor's most beloved son, no longer the empire's loyal war general. All that remained in this body was endless regret. "If you have nothing more to say, please take action immediately." As the sword flashed, a head flew high into the air, its face still bearing the lingering pain. Nothing in the physical universe could stop the sharpness of the Emperor's Sword. Horus wouldn't even feel the lightning-fast strike; his pain was solely due to himself. "Father..." A soft sigh seemed to come from a very distant place. The emperor silently wiped the warm blood splattered on his face. Yet another betrayal, yet another enemy in his immortal journey had been eliminated. As always, there was no joy or sorrow on his face, only the hand holding the sword trembling incessantly. What a tragic father and son!

So, in this situation, how should Guilliman deal with that Eldar woman?

This is seriously overly padded; half a chapter is Warhammer lore, and the other half is story. Should I at least add a dividing line between the Warhammer lore and the story?

I hope there will be more scenes of "I'm not the Emperor" #(laughs) And some more Warhammer-themed gay romance? #(Laughs)

The review says he's become lazy; updates are slow, and it's nowhere near as funny as his previous book.

I just saw "Wild Wolf Returns Home," but what about the Grey Knights and the Royal Guard? Do the Grey Knights still have their Final Decree? The golden toilet is broken, the weasels are gone, but what about the Royal Guard? Their connection to the weasels is sometimes even stronger than the Primarch's. If they all mistake the black weasel for a weasel, he'll be in deep trouble, even if he really isn't.

Right now, the Wildlands are like exquisitely packaged boxes, just waiting for those subspace creatures to come and pack themselves up. They look nice and beautiful, but they're actually already being delivered to the Blackskin's house as takeout.