Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

At different times, we need to choose different ways to solve problems.

If Lin Fan traveled to the Republic of China, he would choose to join the revolution.

Tear the warlords' fortress to pieces and bury the feudal system into its grave. Thousands of poor people must stand up after thousands of years of cruel oppression.

There are enemies waiting for you outside, and there are corrupt moths waiting for an opportunity inside. Lin Fan will not shout for the great unity of the people of the world at this time, but first let the broken mountains and rivers reunite and let the sinking people shout their last roar.

If Lin Fan traveled back in time to the feudal dynasty, he would not want to start a communist revolution.

Instead, we will choose to improve society's production level and let the wheel of history roll forward through the power of science.

From a relatively backward feudal society to a more advanced capitalist society, after all, without the support of productivity and the necessary accumulation of wealth, it is nothing but a castle in the air for the society to forcefully enter the next stage.

The economic base determines the superstructure.

If Lin Fan had traveled to Western Europe and caught up with the vigorous religious reform and peasant uprising, he would not have thought of enslaving the masses in the name of the Son of God.

He will not join the aloof nobles or the solemn and hypocritical priests and ministers.

Truhzes shouted: God will never abandon the nobles who are born to be prominent!

Martin Luther shouted: To deal with the peasants, use your fists to make blood spurt from your nose, use your knife to make your head jump off your shoulders, and use bullets to break your ears. Farmers need this kind of pointer. Since the peasants did not listen to the merciful word of God, they had to listen to the executioner who came with an axe.

Lin Fan would definitely sneer at their remarks and said that he could play the role of Huang Chao.

The streets of heaven trampled all the bones of the princes, and the inner treasury was burnt to ashes.

The corpses of nobles were everywhere under the butcher's knife, until no one in the whole of Europe dared to call himself a nobleman, the one chosen by God.

This kind of change and guidance is ultimately on a planet and within a race.

Expanding to the entire galaxy, the situation becomes more complex and difficult to control. The genetic modifications adopted by humans during the Golden Age gave the human species many shapes and branches.

The poor living environment has caused many people to have serious genetic mutations, and many people live in the shadow of the hive city.

So how do these people count? They are defined as mutants, and they are locked underground by the authorities and other people.

They say that the Emperor abandoned these Darkspawn, even though the mutations in these humans were not what they wanted.

A cruel, oppressive, and ignorant country tortures the human species.

There are no good people in the entire universe, not one.

Especially the cruelty of the human empire.

Cap-wise, he's weaker than Commorragh's Torment Prison.

In terms of scope, Commorragh falls far short of the suffering the Imperium of Man can inflict.

Countless Legionnaires and fanatics under their rule rampage across the galaxy, bringing death to anyone or anything that doesn't abide by their narrow vision of purity.

Every man and woman marched in agony, either on the battlefield or in the countless factories and hive-like slums that fueled the imperial machine.

All of this is humiliating servitude to the living corpse of the God-Emperor slumped on his throne. His commandments are vaguely recalled at best, distorted by the unreliability of time and human nature.

Even with the so-called honor and the concept of fighting for mankind, this still cannot allow the human empire to show any light.

Just like superheroes who save the city, they eliminate the villains again and again and celebrate themselves in the ruins of the city for saving the citizens.

But they have never set their sights on the soil that nourishes darkness. They are more like a group of bodyguards, people who make small repairs to the dark system.

This is how the human empire manifests itself, showing itself to the world with humanity's worst lust for power and extremely stubborn xenophobia.

The Evil Gods of Hunger and Thirst mock the world. They absorb the hatred of living beings sacrificed to them, weave hatred, and carry out an uninterrupted harvest cycle.

Each era has its own tasks, and people of each era also need to solve different problems.

What Lin Fan needs to solve is the endless war and endless hatred in the universe.

All races in this universe are soaked in each other's blood, and everyone is arrogant. Even humans in the Golden Age have a lot of dark history.

Any sane person would choose to just/remake this shitty universe.

But fortunately, Lin Fan is an idealist, an idealist who will not be eliminated.

The weapons of the reactionaries have no effect on him. He can make the world a better place bit by bit, no matter how many years it takes him to achieve it.

He also knew that a policy of annihilation and exclusion could never be the essence of empire.

There have been too many reincarnations in this galaxy. Although the span is quite large, no one can remember them all, but Lin Fan knows.

The war in heaven wiped out unimaginable life, and the pain and hatred when life perished caused huge waves in the peaceful subspace.

They woke up and watched everything in the real universe through the curtain.

The past of the Human Federation cannot be studied, but judging from what the Emperor and Space Marines saw and heard in various pocket empires.

The Human Federation seemed to be degenerating in its final stages. The Colossus, which was driven by human blood, the nobles who planted humans to harvest their organs to maintain immortality, and the human tongue factories built for entertainment, all vaguely hinted that the Human Federation was about to move towards peace and spiritual harmony. On the same path of decadence as the clan empire.

The storm of the age of strife drove the final nail into the grave of the half-body golden human being.

The evil god has become active and is wreaking havoc among the human race who have just awakened their spiritual powers. Possessed by cruel and bloodthirsty demons, the boundary between reality and fantasy becomes increasingly blurred.

The Eldar's indulgence gave birth to Slaanesh and blew away the mighty warp storms.

The Emperor seized the opportunity and launched the Great Crusade in an attempt to turn the tide.

He was so eager that he didn't want to waste any time governing the reconquered planet.

But Lin Fan could also understand that the Emperor was trying to seize time to build humanity's own Webway system before the Four Gods could do anything about it.

If the Webway could be built with the resources of Terra and Mars alone, the Emperor would not think of launching a galactic conquest.

For the Emperor, as long as the Webway succeeds. Humanity would be able to abandon warp navigation and minimize the chance of falling into corruption.

As long as the Webway succeeds, all crudely managed Imperial worlds will be able to establish close connections with Terra, and all problems of local separatism and political corruption will be solved.

Fast communication and efficient transportation can sweep all the scheming and evil-minded people into the dustbin of history.

But the problem is, the Webway plan failed.

What have you done, idiot! I want to save us! Father! (Internet channels and scarlet letters)