At the end of M41, Novara was dying.
The zerg are digging through the earth's crust, and the followers of Slaanesh are reveling in blood sacrifices.
Alex controls the ruins with only an ancestral amulet that prompts Tzeentch to whisper.
The gentle maid protects each other with her life, the battle nun struggles between faith and protection, and the noble lady of Terra enters the game with a deadly bargaining chip.
He dug out the STC, made bread with hand-made fungus paste to feed tens of millions of people, repaired the wreckage of the Golden Titan, and pointed the muzzle directly into the sky!
Then the black ship of the Inquisition arrived, and the Eldar prophet brought a prophecy of doomsday - deep in the rift of the subspace, the four gods never stopped laughing.
Between the Emperor's silence and the evil smile of Chaos, can he keep this faint starlight for humanity?
