Beneath the steampunk world lies a diverse tapestry of races and a coexistence of all spirits. This is a fantastical world that worships Ironclad City!

The furnace provides the kinetic energy, heavy weapons defend dignity, and armor is the strongest protection. Every mobile 'Ironclad City' is an independent force.

Every 'Ironclad City' is a hunter traversing the wasteland, and likewise, all Ironclad Cities are prey in the eyes of the stronger!

The big devour the small, the strong devour the weak—this is the law of survival in this world…

Li Yinguang transmigrated here and inherited a dilapidated old castle, thus embarking on a journey to overturn another world!

After the great war, the old world was reduced to ruins, and radiation filled the wasteland... Order collapsed, creatures mutated, and monsters and bandits roamed freely... More than a hundred years later, the descendants of the survivors established a new kingdom on the ruins and set off for other regions, with more conflicts on the way... In 2253, an unlucky guy was transported here and found himself a prisoner.

Warhammer, Conrad's Apocryphal Book

In that despairing fiftieth millennium, the tentacles of the Great Devourer had swept across the galaxy, the space necromancers had returned, the new Tau Empire had risen, and the shadow of chaos remained.

In that final battle, all of the emperor's loyal sons returned.

However, even with a demigod leading the empire, it was still defeated.

When the last human fell beside the Golden Throne, the Emperor rose in despair, and the Dark Lord brought end and death to everything in the galaxy.

The warp bears witness forever; the mournful cry of the Dark Lord's birth was carried along by the surging waves of the warp to the glorious years of the Great Crusade.

And Conrad Coates, the emperor's most far-sighted son, saw all of this.

When Shen Lang opened his eyes, he found himself to be cannon fodder at the very bottom of the dark world.

The greenskins roar, the ratmen dig burrows, the evil gods whisper, and humans are nothing more than trembling ants in the cracks.

But his eyes can see different things.

[Automatic attack mode activated!]

[Analysis: The soil beneath our feet contains 37% iron, making it suitable for smelting!]

[Warning: Chaos storm will arrive in 3 hours. Wall erosion resistance: 0%!]

While others prayed in fear, Shen Lang lit the first furnace amidst the ruins.

When cultists sacrificed flesh and blood to summon demons, he pierced their throats with a tempered steel spear.

When the war machine of the Greenskinned warlords rolled over the village, he ordered the villagers to teach them what it meant to "line up and shoot" with smoothbore cannons and barbed wire.

As the Tomb King's undead army engulfed the land, he set up a red-hot heavy Gatling gun, its ammunition roaring: "Times have changed!"

From a stone axe to a torrent of steel; from an earthen wall to an immortal fortress.

Shen Lang said, "I don't know magic, nor do I believe in gods. My faith is the sight of a flintlock musket, the piston of a steam engine, and the steel and fire that cover the battlefield!"

Expedition! Expedition!! The Great Crusade!!!

The days of humanity barely surviving under the oppression of xenos and Chaos are over. Furious, humanity is determined to recreate the glory of the Golden Age.

The grievously wounded and dying Emperor of Mankind has healed his injuries and risen to face the enemy. The Lord of the Crimson Torrent roars as he returns from the Warp.

Forward! Nothing can stop the march of our great renaissance!

Forward! The unyielding human civilization, fighting against heaven and earth, swears to restore its former glory!

Forward! Unite, and unite again! We will liberate the entire galaxy!

A cyberpunk background fan fiction. The first three chapters are necessary background settings. I beg you to be more patient. The fifth chapter will start to work hard. Every step of the plot is carefully planned, and every supporting role is carefully polished. Including the lines of each character are also tried to fit the speaking style of Night City as much as possible, so as not to make you feel out of the play. The author has planned a detailed outline of about one million words. The main and supporting characters are full, the plot is ups and downs, the logic is meticulous and smooth, and the battle details are rich. There are both decisive killing and angry hair. It is definitely not a rookie! It is definitely not a sloppy game! Finally, the author likes the world of cyberpunk very much. This world is cold and cruel, and living here requires more ruthlessness.

This book is also known as: *Blood Sacrifice to the God-Emperor*, *The Second Empire, Starting with Slaanesh, Has No Secrets*, and *Your Majesty, Please Abdicate*. When you arrive in a corrupt and decadent empire, sold into slavery in the arena, will you rely on blood and glory to overthrow the entire empire, or will you indulge in the carnal pleasures of noble and aloof ladies, beautiful and sexy female knights, elegant and alluring countesses, charming and beautiful duchesses, wild and fiery centaurs, bewitching drow elves, and graceful and elegant high elves? Or will you rely on intrigue to add a song of treachery to this corrupt empire? Or perhaps, the song of life can also be played in the crucible of humanity. For Asmodel, this is not important. Because, you just mentioned secrets, right?

In the fortieth millennium, knowledge is an eternal curse.

Tech Priest Exanders Statcali discovered a distress signal from ten thousand years ago, originating from a forgotten, dead world—Xerath.

There was no life there, only a steel ruin stretching across the continent, and a black pyramid that looked out of place, bearing the emblem of the Mechanicus.

When the exploration team entered the silent sanctuary, they discovered not the expected relic, but a terrifying creation, half-human, half-machine, imprisoned in a vessel. Its final warning was not a gift to humanity, but a death knell tolling for the entire galaxy:

"They're awake! Run!!!"

Now, Exanders must confront a harsh truth: some knowledge is not for mortals to grasp; some silences, once broken, are the end of eternity.

When Chen Zuo pulled half a piece of moldy biscuit from the mouth of the mutant giant rat, the system suddenly popped the window: 【 SS-level silly white sweet detected, it is recommended to recycle 】 behind the young girl with radiation cockroach shouting cute.

In order to raise this mentally retarded AI to full scale, he carried a leaky prosthetic welding gun to sweep the garbage mountain, and every time he launched a recycling system, he hurt ⁇ grin: buckle of blood value buckle, this wave I made!

When the iron skin pinches the titanium alloy gate of the high arsenal valve with a robotic arm, Chen is teasing and rubbing the nuclear waste into a peerless soldier.

The pick-up and tattered team of the all-man crazy batch did not know that the fragments of the truth of the end they pieced together are triggering the countdown to global self-destruction...

Some consider this place hell, but I say it's heaven: you want love, you want respect, you want revenge, you want your name engraved on a disk and spread across the internet, you want to become a unique legend, you want your dreams to come true—all of this can be achieved here... as long as you have money—or more accurately: as long as you're not a real coward. Bullets loaded, weapon gripped tightly, a fire burned fiercely within Tang Lie.