[Warhammer 40K fanfic + time travel + industrial survival + power management + group portraits]
After fainting after working overtime, Zhou Yuan opened his eyes in the Warhammer 40K world, and the muzzle of the gun was already pressed against his face.
No identification numbers, no genealogy records, no ship records. But a tube of blood caused the entire checkpoint to be blocked on the spot——
Baseline pure line.
Contamination residue: zero.
In an era where everyone can be corrupted by the subspace, absolute cleanliness is more dangerous than mutation.
The military wants to use him as evidence, the nobles want to register him as an asset, and the state church wants to judge whether he is a miracle or a heresy.
Zhou Yuan is just an ordinary person who is afraid of death. He has no military power, no psychic powers, no desire to become a saint, and no desire to become anyone's experiment.
From an isolation cabin, to a group of survivors with nowhere to go, to an entire planet forgotten by the galaxy, there are more and more people behind Zhou Yuan, and the people staring at him are becoming more and more terrifying.
Later, the Emperor asked him to build a wall for humanity, and the Four Gods promised him an easier victory.
Zhou Yuan only replied:
"I'll build the walls, and I'll guard the people. Whether it's a throne or the four gods - anyone who crosses the line will die."
