405. Chapter 397. Hmph, you dare charge at me.

Although the galaxy is a cesspit, it is still divided into factions.

For instance, the Orks and the Eldar—those creations of the Old Ones—might cooperate with the forces of Chaos, but they would never let the Necron, the sworn enemy of their creators, off the hook.

In contrast, the Imperium of Man appears remarkably diverse; as long as you shout "The God-Emperor protects" and believe in the Imperial Truth, even if you aren't human, you can become a glorious abhuman, offering your sincere heart beneath the towering tree of the Imperium.

After all, the definition of an abhuman is quite broad, and after so many years, it has become a tangled mess; using skulls to distinguish species is outdated, and the lords above can change the rules whenever they please.

However, if you want to climb this tree, you must at least look somewhat humanoid and conform to the Imperium's general aesthetic; you cannot have three heads, eight legs, and purple skin.

But, if you don't look very humanoid yet desperately want to contribute to the Imperium, you can choose to believe in the Lord of Blacklight, don a black robe, and become a happy, silly little guy.

Species like space monkeys, fox-folk, and robed dwarves—clever races with small physical statures but significant value—fare quite well in the Blacklight Sect, and some even leverage their relationship with the Adeptus Mechanicus to become glorious Mekboy.

Due to its relatively enlightened policies, the Alicia Sector ruled by Hogg has attracted a large number of non-human races, and because of the infectious nature of Psionic Energy, these creatures who arrived full of hope have all been assimilated, making it arguably the largest gathering of silly goobers in the galaxy.

As mentioned earlier, every race has natural enemies. Through the perspective of a Deathmark,