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

Apart from not being able to move around freely, the Primarchs were satisfied with the tour.

The suspended train travels in the corridor, neither fast nor slow, and the various documents, pictures, and videos on both sides can be viewed and browsed appropriately.

At the beginning, there was a dilapidated grotto with a group of savages wearing animal skins. This was the beginning of human civilization.

Later, it was kings and knights, gunpowder and steel. All forces fought and integrated with each other on the stage of the earth, developing forward round after round.

Eventually, humans stepped out of the earth and set their ambitions among the vast stars.

Feeling deeply at the humble beginning of mankind, and admiring the greatness of mankind's pioneering progress among the stars.

The Primarchs were happy to learn about ancient history they knew nothing about, and too many documents were lost during the wars at the end of the Golden Age.

Trazin was still unable to move, raising his hands high, like a retard. Orikan did not miss this opportunity, recorded Trazin's embarrassment, and prepared to send a backhand to the dynasty general network.

Trazin was angry at Orikan's offense, but he still had to lick his face and beg Orikan to save him, but the latter always pretended not to hear.

"What's the hurry? It's not time yet."

Orikan's answer made Trazin's teeth itch with hatred. He turned his attention to the corridor and stared at the artworks on both sides. The sense of distance that could be seen but not collected was torturing his heart.

But some scenes in these records still surprise everyone.

When humans were just a group of savages using bones and stones, the Eldar had already arrived on their planet, riding on a cruise ship that had not changed for thousands of years, with curiosity and appreciation in their eyes.

These Eldar are predicting the future of mankind, and a meeting on the fate of mankind is unfolding in front of everyone.

"We should eliminate these humans. According to the prophecy, they will become the main raw material for nourishing Chaos in the future."

"But fate has opened other windows for us, and humans can also become the hope of saving the universe. They are the last bastion against chaos."

"We will remain neutral, and the ebb and flow of fate will naturally bring our people to where they should be."

The recorded images are very clear, and also show the power of the ancient Spirit Tribe people.

Today's Eldar are proud of the strength of their ancestors, and feel guilty that they are now half-dead.

At the end of the meeting, they chose to leave humans alone and completely stay away from human activities, allowing these beings to develop freely.

As for whether to trigger the end of the galaxy or become a fortress under the natural disaster of chaos, they chose to leave it to the complicated tide of fate.

"Our two races have actually established contact in ancient times... Our cooperation is foundational in every sense." Seeing these scenes, Ifreni was undoubtedly relieved.

Over the past few days, her heart has been tormented by the doubts of her own people. They trust the power of Death, but completely distrust the treaty of the Human Empire.

"If it is the hope left by the ancestors, then humans can indeed be friends, and the threat of Chaos is the one we should be most wary of." The people of Iyanden were overjoyed. They were the Eldar forces that firmly resisted Chaos.

"The Necrontyr are also worthy of vigilance. The power they display is too exaggerated..." The people of Alaitok still had doubts.

"Whatever...it's just that humans deserve to be united, not that the human empire deserves to be united..." Bietan's people were mostly helpless. They had a lot of friction with the human empire, and both sides had retaliated several times because of colonial issues. Sex wars.

I don’t know how long the corridor is, but everyone’s enthusiasm for admiring it on the train has not dropped. Even the Space Marines and Battle Sisters can’t hide the curiosity in their hearts. A humble heart records the great history of mankind.

In the scene of the rise of mankind, apart from the meeting of the Eldar, Trazin's figure is the most obvious.

The collector dropped an extremely large backpack on the ground, looked around furtively, then tore it open and disappeared.

The package burst, and creations that did not conform to the rules of the world squirmed out from inside. They twisted, circled, expanded, and contracted. Soon it created unspeakable chaos in human cities.

"I think I need to ask, what are those things?" The original bodies looked at the stiff Trazin with unkind expressions.

Orikan allowed Trazin's head to move just in time, and sat aside with his legs crossed, showing no intention of helping.

"Ahem...this is...well..." Trazin felt for the first time that his 'tongue' was so clumsy, and drops of condensation liquid dripped from his body, "This is a gift. ..”

"Gifts?" Perturabo looked unkind, "If these things are gifts, I think the several extinction missiles in the arsenal are also gifts prepared for you. I hope you have enough holes in your body."

"Well...I was in a very lost state at that time...These things are what I use to commemorate a person."

"Human?" Dorn was very sensitive to the words in Trazin's words. "If it's a human, could you please reveal the information about your friend?"

"This... we should look forward... Aren't you curious why these perspectives are completely objective third person?"

"Don't try to change the subject. The last question is the previous question, and this question is this question." Jaghatai's sharp eyes cut open Trazin's throat like a machete.

"The prison underground in Terra must be set up for these things, right? Your little gift is enough to delay the energy of nearly a hundred forbidden troops." Fulgrim's supplement added another piece of firewood to the anger of the original bodies.

Seeing Trazin trying his best to appease the anger of the original body, Orikan smiled softly. Then he looked at the third-person perspective and made a clear judgment about the star god sealed in the hypercube tomb.

The Star God Bystander can observe the past history completely objectively. Although it is much weaker than his kind, from the perspective of studying the development of civilization, the power of the Bystander is indeed fascinating.

There were fewer and fewer images on both sides, and finally they stopped in front of a closed door with two lines of words engraved on it.

[This is the end of human development. If you want to break out of the cycle, you must surpass humans. 】

The originals were still thinking about the meaning of this sentence. The door was opened, and a holographic projection that looked like a real person was waiting behind the door for a long time.

The clothes are simple, only a white coat.

The aura he exuded easily reminded Perturabo of a scientist he knew.

Odemeyer.

(No illustrations on the train)