The galaxy was torn apart, and I woke up in the most chaotic era of Warhammer 40K, and became the forbidden AI - Iron Man.
The wasteland planet at the edge of the galaxy has only 3% energy left. It is surrounded by degraded humans who believe in the Iron Ancestors, green-skinned orcs who are eyeing it, and the approaching Tyranids.
What's even worse is that the Inquisition's extermination order has locked my coordinates.
Fortunately, I have awakened the inter-dimensional trading system and can trade with Dongda, my homeland before time travel.
"What? Controlled nuclear fusion miniaturization technology? Arrange rare earth mines and industrial robots immediately!"
"Genetic weapon blueprints? The National Biological Laboratory is fully cooperating with research and development!"
"The Inquisition fleet is here? Let them try the inter-dimensional improved version of Dongfeng Express!"
When the Zerg Mothership blocks the starry sky, the Chaos Daemon whispers temptation, and the Inquisition chants "Purge the Heresy."
I sat on the Iron Throne and looked behind me at the human legions armed with Eastern Great Technology, the awakened loyal Iron Man fleet, and the Dark Eldar allies who had just signed the alliance.
Calmly turned on the full-band broadcast:
"First of all, I'm not a heretic."
"Secondly, if you insist on fighting—"
"Then let's try what it's like to have five thousand years of civilization combined with golden age technology."
Dongda is too strong, it crushed the four vendors