"These things..." Lin Fan closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a moment to steady himself. "Is there anything else?"
"Of course there is." Cegorach pulled out several more books. Lin Fan took them and skimmed through them.
Lin Fan tried to summarize the books and found that after Guilliman awoke, the Primarchs had basically appeared at intervals of a thousand years. Of course, sometimes two Primarchs appeared at once. At the same time, the Primarchs who had fallen to Chaos also grew active, launching crusades against the Imperium of Man.
41K Guilliman, 42K Lion El'Jonson, 43K Jaghatai, 44K Leman Russ...
After all the Primarchs had made one round of appearances, the Milky Way could be called extremely lively. Orks, daemons, Chaos Legions, Tyranids—such things were overflowing everywhere. The Imperium of Man, which had once barely remained connected, could now only fight separately by sector. Every larger sector was defended by a Primarch.
As the story continued, through a series of coincidences and deliberate maneuvers, the races capable of communication basically united. The T'au Empire, Craftworld Aeldari, and Imperium of Man formed a fragile defensive alliance.
Then came the End Times. The veil shattered, and the Chaos Gods joined forces to launch their final assault against the side of Order. Even at the end of the book, it did not say who had won that war.
"This is the last book in the library." After Lin Fan finished browsing it, Cegorach reminded him. A deeply mysterious smile hung on his face, seven parts anticipation and three parts nervousness.
Lin Fan frowned, feeling that the contents of these books were somewhat outrageous. Every now and then, he glanced at Cegorach, suspecting that this Laughing God was using such methods to disrupt his mind. After all, when he