Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

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After a brief consideration, the commanders of the four Astra Militarum armies unanimously agreed to the crazy plan of [Forge General].

Compared with becoming the food of the Zerg, setting the entire planet on fire is obviously a better choice.

The only problem now is that it takes several Terran days to convert liquid fuel into promethium vapor!

This means that mortal warriors must use the simple weapons in their hands and their flesh and blood to stop the surging Zerg tide!

This is an almost impossible task!

But in order for humans to survive in this galaxy, loyal warriors are willing to gamble their lives, souls, and even everything they have!

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Just as the commanders of the [Astra Militarum] worried, the [heavy firepower array] and [anti-aircraft artillery] that provided firepower output were shut down one after another on the second day of the formal implementation of the plan.

After losing the suppression of heavy firepower, the loyal warriors can only rely on the remaining [armored vehicles] to block the advancement of the Zerg tide with their fragile flesh and blood.

The machine guns of the [Heavy Timbersaw] have exhausted all their ammunition, and the quadruple [Storm Bolters] installed on the fortress have also fallen silent...

The [Promethium] and [Biological Gas] mixed in the air quietly consume the physical strength and lives of the loyalists.

Every second, countless loyalists return to the [Golden Throne]!

In just two days, the bloody corpses and the smelly blood of insects filled the trenches dug by the [Death Legion].

Three of the four [Star Army] have been killed!

Only the Krieg Corps, which is equipped with [Gas Masks] on a large scale, has been able to persist in the battlefield filled with poisonous smoke until now.

The commander of the [Death Legion], a Colonel Krieg who has served for more than half a century, took out the promethium meter from his windbreaker branded with a skull emblem.

The display screen of the meter is dancing with a dazzling red light!

The concentration of promethium in the air has far exceeded the upper limit of the machine's measurement.

After a brief silence, the commander took off the gas mask on his face indifferently.

In an instant, the pungent smell of promethium mixed with thick poisonous smoke rushed into the veteran's lungs.

A sickly flush appeared on the commander's pale face!

Before the respiratory system was further eroded, the veteran put the gas mask back on his face.

Through a brief sniff, the commander had a rough estimate of the concentration of promethium in the air.

In half an hour at most, the concentration of promethium vapor in the atmosphere will completely exceed the critical threshold of ignition! !

The life of this planet has entered the countdown.

Even if the Tyranid swarm on the planet has exceeded a terrifying billion! But half an hour... is not enough for the swarm to shake the situation on the battlefield.

Commander Krieg brushed off the dust on the brim of his hat, and a fanatical light flashed in the pupils hidden under the mask.

The commander turned the [loudspeaker] up to the highest power!

Accompanied by the sizzling sound of electricity, the cold and hard command like metal resounded throughout the battlefield.

"For the Emperor! Charge!"

This was the last order of the [Death Legion]!

The commander drew the [Chainsaw Sword] from his waist and joined the [Death Legion] charge like an ordinary soldier.

[Krieg] had betrayed the glory of the Golden Throne!

Even though the loyalists on the planet had recaptured this world, the [Kriegs] still believed that the sin of betraying the glory of the throne was unforgivable.

It was under the influence of this concept that the deformed [Death Worship] became the mainstream of Krieg.

The Kriegs stubbornly believed that only by dying on the battlefield for humanity... could they finally get the forgiveness of the [Emperor].

From the moment they stepped onto the battlefield, the Kriegs assumed that they had died.

This was a charge for the [dead]!!!

It was also the roar of humans with their flesh and blood to the hideous [Tyranid Swarm].

The warriors of the [Death Legion] shouted the name of the Emperor, and marched towards the surging tide of insects like a silent steel wall.

This was the final determination of the Kriegs!

The roar of chainsaws and bombs intertwined on the noisy battlefield! The sound of the engineer shovel tearing the air echoed on the earth like the whimper of a ghost...

The Death Legion, which had already given its life to the [Golden Throne], began to kill like a cold and efficient machine.

When the body was torn apart by the swarm, the [Kriegs] who had been wrapped in guilt all their lives finally got eternal peace.

May the [Emperor] have mercy on the noble souls of these warriors!

May the [Kriegs] full of guilt stand by the [Golden Throne] forever.

The last Krieg warrior detonated the [melta bomb] he was carrying.

In an instant, a mushroom cloud emitting a scorching breath slowly rose above the gloomy earth! ! !

Thousands of Zergs, including the warriors themselves, were evaporated into a wisp of green smoke by this terrifying high temperature...

The blank area created by the hot melt bombs could not be filled again by the surging Zerg tide for a long time.

At this point, all the proud Krieg warriors have returned to the throne!

At this moment, the promethium vapor in the planet's atmosphere has reached the threshold!

Looking at the Zergs all over the earth, [Forging General] showed a sneer on his face full of traces of transformation.

"For the great [Om Messiah]! For the eternal existence of the empire!"

The flamethrower mounted on the body of [Forging General] started automatically, and the flowing liquid fuel was ignited by the scorching electric sparks.

This was just a flash of fire that could not pose any threat to the Zerg!

But the next moment, the huge [Forging World] was ignited by this insignificant flash of fire.

The blazing flames spread to the entire planet with the factory where [Forging General] was located as the center.

The huge temperature difference between the atmosphere and the surface set off thousands of giant tornadoes, and the high-temperature blue flames were swept by the strong wind and covered every corner of the earth.

The giant trusses supporting the foundry gradually melted in the high temperature!

The indestructible giant rocks began to collapse under the licking of the flames...

Every corner of the planet was burning! ! !

Billions of imperial citizens, four-digit [Promethium Refinery], plus billions of Tyranids... all turned to ashes under the flames.

The exposed rock layers turned into diamond-like crystals! Everything that the Empire had spent half a century building on this planet was destroyed in this fire.

All organic matter on the planet was turned into ashes under the burning of the flames.

The [Tyranids] paid a huge amount of biomass, but in the end they only harvested a [Death World] full of flames.

Even for the [Hive Mind] who had no emotions at all, this was an unacceptable shame.