Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

This statement has caught the attention of some universes.

In most people's world, the relationship between matter and consciousness is not like this.

Stellaris Universe

The scientists here immediately frowned.

"Subspace? We also have a 'subspace' that we rely on for faster-than-light travel, but it is a physical dimension rather than a mental one."

"Emotions and thoughts directly shape reality? Even create gods? This... completely contradicts our laws of physics. If this were true, it would be an extremely idealistic and highly unstable model of the universe."

"Wait, this sounds familiar, I've heard this concept from some race before, it's not from the Warp..."

"Damn it, they wiped them out so thoroughly, we can't find them!"

[Foundation World]

Meme and antimeme experts immediately went on high alert.

They knew exactly what that meant.

A cosmological manifestation of 'I think, therefore I am'.

This means that collective consciousness can directly interfere with reality!

It can even generate higher-dimensional entities with autonomous consciousness. This is the most dangerous form of 'reality distortion,' and it can occur on a civilizational or even racial scale.

They now suspect that SCP-████-Ω is trying to spread something into their world.

[This sounds like fun, but here's the problem.]

The wars in this world are like a chicken taking laxatives.

[It just won't stop, it's impossible to stop!]

The Season 1 'Battle of Heaven,' hosted by the Old Ones and the Fearless (Space Necromancers), utterly devastated the universe.

This led to an accumulation of immeasurable negative emotions within the subspace.

These negative energies awakened several evil gods that had been dormant in the warp.

The scene shifts to a grand yet eerie ancient battlefield.

Unspeakable creatures clashed with an undead army gleaming with cold metallic light, the scale and intensity of which were beyond imagination, and the very space seemed to wail in agony.

The camera then delves into the depths of that frenzied subspace, accompanied by ominous whispers, as three enormous shadows, whose mere outlines are enough to make one feel uneasy, gradually come into focus.

Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch

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The silhouette of a giant, seemingly roaring forever, is composed of endless blood, skulls, and raging flames. It holds a giant axe, and beneath its feet lies a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

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A bloated, green body, oozing pus and teeming with disease and bizarre life, appears, swarming with flies, the stench of decay seemingly penetrating the screen.

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The ever-changing flames and feathers, and countless eyes opening and closing in the smoke, symbolize endless conspiracies, knowledge, and unpredictability. They have no fixed form, yet they are dizzying to behold.

As soon as the images of the three things appeared, the other worlds couldn't hold back anymore.

That's absolutely disgusting.

Those who look neither human nor ghost are out of the question.

What kind of creature is that covered in bugs?!

The Warhammer world is in an uproar!

Countless ordinary people turned pale, instinctively closing their eyes or frantically drawing the emperor's emblem on their chests while muttering incantations.

"May the Emperor protect you!"

Deeply ingrained fear education taught them that looking directly at evil gods, even in images, is an extremely dangerous act.

Space Marines, Inquisitors, Mechanicus Sages, and other trained or determined individuals were also deeply shaken, but more so by a chilling sense of unease.

They knew all too well that the whispers of chaos and corruption were all-pervasive, and that displaying the true nature of the evil god on such a large scale and with such high definition was undoubtedly like throwing an immeasurable "cognitive poison" into the entire galaxy!

However, the anticipated large-scale mental breakdowns, mutations, or corruptions... did not occur immediately.

Aside from the initial intense discomfort and fear, the minds of the ordinary soldiers, workers, and even low-ranking officials who watched the celestial canopy did not seem to be directly corrupted.

"what happened?"

The interrogators in the courtroom immediately seized on this anomaly: "Does the celestial canopy... shield us from direct subspace contamination? Or is it that this trans-cosmic projection's 'information' itself does not carry the 'toxicity' of the subspace?"

This discovery both surprised and puzzled them.

If the sky can transmit knowledge about chaos in a harmless way... this in itself is revolutionary, and it also means huge risks and opportunities.

The curtain of light continues to fall.

[The matter isn't over yet, even after waking these guys up]

After the "Ancient Saint" stepped down, his henchmen, the "Elder Race," tearfully looted his loot before ascending to the position of galactic leader.

So they became possessed by a teddy bear, partying day and night.

The highly developed, beautiful, and elegant Eldar planet has been transformed into a gigantic playground of unbridled debauchery.

Extreme sensory stimulation, a bloody performance combining art and violence, an addictive experience on a spiritual level...

[Successfully betrayed all the gods of his own race and created an evil god with whom he was "soul-bound"]

[That is, Slaanesh, the fourth most powerful being in the warp.]

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A purple figure, both alluring and twisted, exuding temptation and depravity, flashed by, accompanied by fragments of a melody that stirred the heart and left one deeply uneasy.

The Chaos F4, now a united front, began to transcend the limitations of time and space, manipulating the trajectory of the entire galaxy.

[And the race they most enjoy messing with is none other than the humans in the Warhammer universe.]

"...?"

Why do humans in both the Human Alliance and this Empire seem to be so unlucky?

Chapter 12: What blasphemy!

After the withdrawal of powerful figures like the Ancient Ones, humanity once relied on its subspace travel technology to become the dominant force in the galaxy.

However, as mentioned earlier, all actions in the material world affect the warp.

The process by which humanity used the warp to dominate the universe was actually nothing more than a grand drama orchestrated by evil gods to harvest negative energy.

When the entire galaxy submitted to the order of human civilization, the evil god turned around and began to exploit them.

They orchestrated the "Omnic Crisis" and the "Warspace Storm," depriving the Imperium of humanity of the ability to travel in the Warp.

[Then, through psionicists, they tear open gates of chaos in the material universe.]

[Descending upon the isolated human world to spread corruption]

[The once vast human empire was thus reduced to a chaotic ball of fabric.]

At this point in the scene, humanity is in grave danger, and then suddenly a majestic man appears in the sky.

As the saying goes, when a great building is about to collapse, a mighty man will surely appear.

A beam of intense light pierced through the darkness and chaos!

In the interplay of light and shadow, a giant figure, clad in simple yet imposing armor, his face shrouded in divine radiance yet still faintly revealing the resolute outline of a human, stands atop mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and the ruins of a shattered civilization.

He leaned on a greatsword burning with pure flames in one hand, his gaze piercing as if it could penetrate time and space, looking directly at all falsehood and evil.

Warhammer World.

Everyone who saw this figure was momentarily stunned.

No matter how many times they see this figure, it always reminds them of that era.

[In this most perilous moment, the wisest giant, the most powerful psionicist, and the most enduring immortal in human history—the Emperor—stepped forward.]

He unified the human homeworld Terra with swift and decisive action, created the Golden Throne, and used the Star Torch to guide human ships lost in the warp.

To make humanity great again, he launched the "Great Expedition".

First, 21 Primarchs were created, and then, using the Primarchs' gene seeds, a group of Astartes hunks were created whose spit could melt the hemorrhoids of the guys in the front row.

The Emperor could have led humanity to godhood, but unfortunately, in the schemes of the evil gods, half of the Primarchs and their Astartes Legion ultimately betrayed humanity for various reasons.

The scene shifts abruptly from a glorious display of unity between the Emperor and his Primarchs, with the Legion seemingly invincible, to a brutal civil war marked by fratricide and estrangement between father and son.

This betrayal not only brought the Emperor to the brink of death, ultimately allowing him to sit eternally on the Golden Throne to prolong humanity's life, but also indirectly destroyed the "Netway Project," which would have enabled humanity to escape the Warp.

[In the ten thousand years since the loss of the Emperor, the human empire has barely survived with an extremely bloated system, without the aid of AI.]

To cope with the occasional emergence of chaotic forces and the resurgence of alien races, most human planets have been transformed into resource-rich habitats.

Ordinary citizens are required to ignore severe pollution and engage in high-intensity work, including but not limited to 14-hour shifts.

Even so, living conditions remained harsh, all resources were given to the front lines, and the drinking water was recycled countless times.

All these sacrifices were made in order to ensure the proper payment of tithes.

The problem is that, due to poor administrative capacity, the taxes each world needs to pay do not dynamically change according to annual production capacity. Your planet might be on the verge of extinction and you still have to pay a huge amount of taxes.

Even if it is handed over, it may be meaningless because the frontline world has already lost, and it will eventually be destroyed because the warehouse cannot hold it.

Some viewers in post-apocalyptic wastelands or resource-scarce worlds were furious to see mountains of supplies being destroyed.

Some even shouted at the sky: "What a waste! Give it to us! Even a tenth of it could save countless lives!"

Despite their relentless efforts, commanders in every sector and region still receive desperate requests for assistance every day.

Even the Astartes, far superior to ordinary soldiers, are cannon fodder who can be consumed at any time on the battlefield of space.

As for ordinary soldiers, they were being consumed in astronomical numbers every day.

It's not that the Empire is too weak, it's that the Xenomorphs have cheat codes.

Orcs, the most unbeatable race in the Warhammer 40k universe.