This is a story about a gear boy. Although he didn't become a space warrior, he wants to tell everyone who hasn't traveled through time: As long as we and Big Head are here, the Empire's combat effectiveness is still 99%, and humanity will still stand firm! In the name of the holy binary, loudly praise Ohm Messiah. All glory to the God of All Machines. Praise together. Praise machinery, praise steel. You are the master who casts all things, the apocalypse that destroys everything. Evaporate, burn, and cast. Steel is eternal, machinery is immortal, and the way of steel is materialism. Machinery is the truth. More is better, bigger is beautiful. Billions of turrets are your glory. Roaring engines are your sermons. (The author is not a serious person, so the story is not a serious story. ps: GW's story setting is too ridiculous. In order to make the story more rigorous and reasonable, I changed it. If you don't like it, please don't criticize)

Forty-two millennia later, the entire empire is caught in an endless war. The human empire tries its best to maintain its rule, while facing the fierce invasion of alien races, the secret sabotage of chaos sects, and internal corruption and power struggles. The former AI forces (Iron Man) were almost completely wiped out in past wars, but as an intelligent commanding Iron Man that was accidentally activated, Axe is inevitably involved in the entanglement of various forces.