Though the armies of the Imperium refuse to give in, the darkness is gathering, hope is fading, and the hour grows late… War rages through looming factories and crumbling cityscapes, across sweeping plains and amid tangled jungles. In the face of these threats, Humanity fights on, taking the war to their enemies on battlefields beyond counting. Ten thousand years later that war still rages, the foul Traitor Legions and their terrible daemonic allies seeking to plunge the entire galaxy into the hellish pandemonium of the Warp. At the dawn of the Imperium, upon the very chime of Humanity’s finest hour, the foul gods of Chaos corrupted the Emperor’s greatest warriors and triggered a civil war that was to tear the Imperium in two. Yet there is one foe to be feared above all others. From beneath the sands of dead worlds, the cold mechanical Necrons rise once more, hungering for conquest and dominance over all. From the darkness of the void come the Tyranid hive fleets, monstrous swarms of bioengineered horrors intent on devouring everything in their path. On the Eastern Fringe, the youthful Tau Empire spreads ever outward, their devastatingly advanced weaponry speaking far louder than the honeyed words of their diplomats. The enigmatic Eldar and their twisted kin strike without warning, leaving ruin and misery in their wake. Brutal Orks swarm across the galaxy, an unstoppable tide of malice whose warlike nature makes them a perpetual and terrible threat. In this age, Mankind’s many foes are as varied as they are deadly. Though these legions wield incalculable might, still they are forced back step by grudging step, day by blood-soaked day. From the countless, faceless trillions of the Astra Militarum to the super-human Space Marines, from the vast war engines of the knightly houses to the secretive might of the Inquisition, the Imperium’s armies fight tirelessly. The Emperor’s realm encompasses a million worlds yet Humanity can muster barely enough warriors to guard against its foes. Armies are raised on an industrial scale, fed into the grinding teeth of wars that never end. In the face of such uncompromising hatred, Humanity must fight like never before. Yet Humanity is beset by darkness and danger, surrounded by monstrous foes that seek nothing less than the Imperium’s utter and total destruction. At its heart sits the Emperor, a crippled god upon a throne of gold whose psychic might has held the shadows at bay for ten thousand years. The Imperium of Mankind stretches out across the stars, a galaxy-spanning realm unlike any other. INTRODUCTION It is a dark and desperate age.
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