Warhammer begins in 2026

Huang Feng, amidst the turbulent warp, clearly sensed that the devastating Iron Man rebellion outside had ended, and the once-thriving human civilization was ravaged by war to the brink of destruction. Billions of surviving human psykers uncontrollably continued to tear apart the barrier between reality and the warp, continuously releasing chaotic mental and emotional turmoil into the void; on the other side of the galaxy, the Eldar empire had reached the pinnacle of debauchery, and boundless decadent pleasure was constantly gathering in the warp, the process of conceiving the evil god Slaanesh was only one step away from completion, and the entire void trembled in response.

"Damn it, it seems like we're not going to get out of here now." Huang Feng looked at the subspace around him, which was boiling wildly and churning with blood-red mist, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Even so, with a flick of her finger, she fully unleashed the protective psionic energy contained within the First Legion's eagle banner, creating a thick, pure white barrier that firmly enveloped the Breeze starship. "Fortunately, I can still sense Terra's coordinates; I can only move forward slowly."

The raging subspace completely cut off her detailed perception of the outside world, but she knew in her heart that human civilization outside had reached its end.

This massive subspace storm, sweeping across the entire galaxy, completely severed all interstellar travel routes. Even the most advanced DAOT warp engines of the Golden Age were utterly unable to penetrate the turbulent and distorted void, permanently sealing all natural star paths. Billions of light-years apart, human colonies were completely isolated. The once unified human federation instantly disintegrated, and the unified galactic civilization ceased to exist. Demonic invasions became commonplace; the storm tore apart countless barriers between reality and illusion, and subspace rifts of all sizes spread across every human planet, as hordes of demons descended upon reality. Isolated planets, deprived of the support of a unified fleet, were left to fend for themselves against the Chaos Cult, demonic armies, and various mutated and aberrant creatures.

The supply system also collapsed completely. During the Golden Age, humanity was highly dependent on long-distance interstellar resupply. After the isolation, major famines broke out in various worlds, and all kinds of resources were rapidly depleted. The STC automated factories, which relied on interstellar parts and long-distance energy supply, gradually shut down, and humanity quickly lost most of its advanced industrial technologies.

After drifting for an unknown amount of time in the chaotic, disordered, and erratic subspace, the Breeze finally broke through the fog and sailed back into the calm of the real universe. The outline of the solar system came into view through the porthole, and Huang Feng stared at that familiar planet, completely numb.

How many years were we trapped in warp space?

When she left, the beautiful planet covered with blue oceans had been completely transformed. The surface water sources had almost dried up, and all that remained was a vast expanse of yellow earth, desolate and lifeless.

"It's jumped straight to M29." Huang Feng gave a bitter smile, his heart filled with helplessness. Terra is now surrounded by hundreds of independent technological barbarian regimes, which is the backdrop to Neos's war to unify Terra. Fate seems to be deliberately working against her. The massive number of eagle banners and psionic suppression nodes that she spent countless years setting up across the galaxy have been completely rendered useless, all swallowed up by storms and war.

Overwhelmed by suppressed frustration, Huang Feng raised his hand and unleashed several sharp spiritual energy shockwaves into the void beside him, venting his rage through this one source of energy.

After overcoming numerous obstacles, the Breeze finally landed on Terra. What lay before them was almost a dead planet; only a fraction of humanity, from its peak during the Golden Age, remained. Huang Feng stood before the heavy alloy gate of an underground fortress deep within the Himalayas, and gently knocked twice on the psionic link bound to Neos inside the Eagle Banner. Moments later, Neos, Macardo, and Erda emerged from the depths of the fortress.

Macardo was wrapped in a heavy black robe, his aura restrained and silent; both Neos and Erda had an undisguised weariness in their eyes.

"You all look exhausted." Huang Feng stepped forward and gave each of the three a hug. "You've worked hard all these years."

The only time she didn't control her strength was when she hugged Neos; she slapped him hard, and the ground beneath her feet trembled slightly.

Huang Feng's gaze passed over the three people and landed on several burly, gilded warriors behind them. Curiosity flickered in his eyes: "Are these the Imperial Guards? They look pretty cool."

"Come in first and we'll talk later." Makado stepped aside to make way.

The group took their seats in the council hall of the underground fortress. Huang Feng spoke first, recounting his experience of being trapped in the subspace, being ambushed by the four great demons, and having most of his backup plans destroyed: "Back then, I was ambushed by the subordinates of the four evil gods of the subspace, and the arrangements I had painstakingly prepared were reduced to less than one-tenth."

She was filled with helplessness, desperately yearning for a power that could prevent the four evil gods from interfering with the timeline; otherwise, no matter how many contingency plans she prepared in advance, they would be easily disrupted. "By the way, how's the situation on your side now?"

Makado slowly spoke: "We have completed all preparations and are ready to launch the war to unify Terra at any time."

The fortress's internal facilities were already complete. The deep genetic laboratory housed the Imperial Guard and Thunder Warrior incubation chambers, as well as Primarch-specific incubation chambers. The STC Restoration Workshop specialized in salvaging and dismantling weapons and power armor blueprints left over from the Golden Age, restoring and replicating them one by one. The underground arsenal's assembly line continuously mass-produced plasma weapons, kinetic firearms, and the first generation of power armor. There was also a separate intelligence interrogation area, where assassins under Macardo were responsible for interrogating and capturing psionic cult prisoners. A dedicated psionic purification chamber housed and managed wild psionicists from all over the world, working day and night to research ways to combat warp demons.

Neos continued, "The subspace storm is now slowly subsiding, and I believe it is the best time to start a war."

"Then let's get started." Huang Feng raised his hand, intending to take out a batch of still usable combat weapons from his personal space, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Neos walking towards him with a syringe as thick as a needle and with a huge needle.

"What do you want to do?" Huang Feng subconsciously shrank back, staring at the syringe that was almost as big as his fist, full of vigilance.

"I plan to cultivate twenty Primarchs to serve as commanders who will eventually conquer all the major star sectors of the galaxy. Your psionic powers can suppress the warp." Neos said calmly, closing in step by step.

"Wait a minute, shouldn't the cultivation of the Primarch involve extracting Erda's bloodline?" Huang Feng retreated repeatedly. "Are you trying to drain me dry with this huge syringe? Nooo ...