Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The soldiers loaded all the remaining ammunition into their weapons! Even the [ritual knife], whose decorative significance is greater than its actual effect, was polished by the soldiers...

The loyal mortal warriors have tried their best! ! !

The soldiers have had enough of this helplessness of waiting for death! Even if they cannot change the outcome of death, they can choose how to greet the coming death.

The bright stars are rising just as they have been for tens of millions of years! But because of the obstruction of [subspace shadow], the warm sunshine still cannot shine on the earth.

Tyranid swarms have once again walked the planet!

There are only two [Node Creatures] that lead this insect wave. If the mortal warriors are willing... then they can survive the next insect wave with blood and corpses.

But as mentioned before, the proud warriors no longer want to wait for death.

The soldiers held old models of [Laser Guns], chanting the name of [Emperor] and launched a charge towards the raging insect tide.

The screams of the Zerg and the oaths of the warriors echoed across the earth! Every second, countless loyal warriors return to the throne.

In half an hour at most, the mortal warriors stationed here will be completely annihilated.

And after losing the control of the [Astral Militarum] and [Planetary Defense Force], the nobles and powerful people hiding in the upper levels of the hive will eventually be unable to escape the fate of death...

The planet seems to be falling right now!

But at this critical moment, unexpected support quietly arrived on the battlefield.

A [Rattlesnake] tactical missile dragged out the dazzling fire, drawing a dazzling arc on the dim land... and then exploded on the head of a [Tyranite Warrior].

The power of [tactical missiles] is far more terrifying than [individual artillery].

The scorching fragments exuding the smell of gunpowder bloomed like lotus flowers! Almost instantly, the Tyranid warrior's not-so-large head exploded like a ripe watermelon.

Corrosive green blood and gray brains spilled onto the ground together, and amid the roar of the swarms of insects... the huge headless body of the [Tyrani Warrior] collapsed weakly on the ground.

Looking in the direction of the missile, the surviving mortal warriors actually saw a [Dreadnought Mecha] painted in dark green.

Before the mortal warriors could recover from the shock, a group of Astartes, shrouded in dark green power armor, joined the battlefield with steps as heavy and hard as steel.

Judging from the emblem branded on the Astartes shoulder armor, this warrior belongs to the Salamander Legion of Volkan, [Lord of the Fire Dragons].

The [Salamanders] here does not refer to the sub-group that was incorporated when the legion was rebuilt... but the most orthodox [Sons of the Fire Dragon] that has been stationed on [Nocturne Star].

"Destroy these damn bugs!!" Astartes, wearing green power armor, raised the [Power Hammer] in his hand, his red pupils blazing with angry fire.

Although the mortal warriors do not know where this [Astartes] came from, the top priority right now... is obviously not the time to investigate the origins of this group of [Angels of Death].

When the Space Marines charged towards the insect swarm, the scarred mortal warriors also regained their will to fight and launched a counterattack against the blasphemous Tyranid swarm.

Chainsaws and explosive bombs roared together! ! !

The arrival of the [Angels of Death] gave the imperial warriors in desperate situation a glimmer of hope.

"For the glory of [Lord of Fire Dragons]!"

The leader of the Space Marine team held up the power hammer branded with the [Seal of the Fire Dragon] and roared towards the last [Tyranid Warrior] in the swarm.

As long as this last [node creature] is eliminated, the surging insect tide will naturally retreat.

The charge of [Son of the Fire Dragon] brought a great sense of oppression to the [Tyrani Warriors].

This ugly bug let out bursts of harsh hissing, trying to call the rest of the low-level bugs to protect itself.

But unfortunately, this is of no use.

No matter how many cannon fodders like [Knife Insects] and [Springtails] come, they can't stop the angry pace of the Son of the Fire Dragon.

The noble [Son of the Fire Dragon] shouted the name of Wokan, like a rampaging green dump truck, crushing the low-level Zerg blocking the road with an unrivaled attitude.

The casting hammer made by the [Lord of the Forge] personally struck the Tyranid warrior's sternum like a heavy meteor.

Such a terrifying blow instantly caused the chitinous carapace covering the insect's body to be covered with cracks as dense as a spider web.

The combat power displayed by [Son of Fire Dragon] completely crushed this [Tyran Warrior].

Under the simple but murderous attack of [Son of the Fire Dragon], [Tyrani Warrior] only lasted three minutes before falling to the northwest.

Just as the Imperial soldiers expected, after losing the command of the [Node Creature]... the Tyranids fell into chaos like a tide in an instant.

Taking advantage of this great opportunity, the Astartes and the surviving mortal warriors began to harvest the lives of the aliens...

The roars of the Imperial warriors and the screams of the Zerg intertwined into an immortal hymn. This tragic war... is destined to be remembered by this immortal land.

The raging insect tide receded like a tide!

After a few dozen minutes, this exciting pursuit finally came to an end.

When the war came to a temporary end, the broken limbs of the Tyranids had covered the entire battlefield! !

The loyal warriors presented a great victory to the Emperor! But for this, they also paid an extremely painful price.

"Who is the commander here?" The captain of the Salamanders came to the mortal warrior.

"Lord Astarte, it's me!" A sergeant with a broken arm came to the Son of the Fire Dragon and made a very standard Sky Eagle Salute to the Emperor's Angel of Death.

"There is still some time before the next wave of Zerg!" The Son of the Fire Dragon took out the remaining half of the repair gel from the storage tank of the power armor.

"Let me help you deal with the wound first!" The Angel of Death leaned down and applied it to the sergeant's wound with pity.

The gel absorbed blood and soon completely blocked the bleeding wound.

Doing so may put the wound at risk of infection, but on a battlefield where one could die at any time... as long as one can temporarily save his life, no one will care about such a small matter as "infection".

"Warrior, I need you to report to me the situation in the upper level of the hive." [Son of the Fire Dragon] looked at the mortal non-commissioned officer with a serious face!

Facing the inquiry of the [Angel of Death], the non-commissioned officer immediately reported all the situations in the hive to the [Son of the Fire Dragon] in detail!

As early as the beginning of the war, the lower level of the hive, where billions of imperial citizens lived, had been swallowed up by the insect tide...

In order to ensure the safety of the middle and upper nests, the planetary [Planetary Governor] and the nobles did not even plan to protect the lower nest.

This practice is undoubtedly contrary to the code promulgated by the Imperial Regent.

From the moment the legion was born, [Salamander] was the most unique legion among the eighteen legions!

The rest of the [Angels of Death] only care about the victory or defeat of the war, but the glorious [Son of the Fire Dragon] will remember the casualties of mortals.

During the time they were rushing to the entrance of the Middle Nest, the [Sons of the Fire Dragon] helped thousands of the Empire's citizens intermittently.

Although they had experienced many hardships along the way, fortunately, these mortals managed to save their lives.

"Is there any place to accommodate these civilians?" Several Salamander warriors led thousands of mortals to the sergeant, "They are all civilians of this hive city! Let them go to the Middle Nest and the Upper Nest for refuge."

The [Astra Militarum] sergeant nodded, but the [Planetary Defense Force] commander standing beside him showed a little embarrassment.

As one of the mortals who knew this planet best, the [Planetary Defense Force] commander certainly knew what kind of people the [Planetary Governor] and [Hive City Nobles] were.

Even though the Imperial Regent and Guilliman's cleansing of termites was all over the galaxy, in small places like [Valkivino] that no one cared about... it was inevitable that some fish slipped through the net.

Before the insect swarm descended on the planet, the [Planetary Governor] and the [Hive City Nobles] had clearly stated that they would... give up the lives of civilians when necessary.

For the high and mighty rulers, the lives of civilians are as cheap as weeds on the roadside!

The humble poor will grow like weeds after rain, while the noble lives of the nobles are only once...

There is no doubt that the Son of the Fire Dragon and the nobles have completely different ideas.

As noble [Angels of Death], the power and majesty of the Astartes completely surpass the nobles of the planet! !

But in the current situation, even the resource reserves of the upper echelons of the hive are extremely limited!

Accepting these thousands of poor people will make the already extremely serious situation even worse.

The nobles will never do such a thing that harms their own interests.

A trace of struggle flashed in the pupils of the [Planetary Defense Force] commander!

After a few short seconds, a mortal finally decided to tell the attitude of the nobles to the [Son of the Fire Dragon].

The [Sons of Fire Dragon] were not surprised by the commander's words.

This [Sons of Fire Dragon] team belongs to the Fourth Company of Salamanders, and most of the members have served for more than two centuries.

Long before the Imperial Regent came to this crazy galaxy, the noble Sons of Fire Dragon had already walked in every corner of the Empire.

At that time, the Empire was full of corruption and decline!

The [Sons of Fire Dragon] have witnessed countless bureaucrats who treat human lives as worthless, and the attitude of the hive nobles is nothing new to the [Salamanders].

The refugees from the Lower Nest finally set foot on the passage connecting the Middle Nest and the Upper Nest under the guidance of the [Sons of Fire Dragon].

As long as they cross the [Steel Gate] that is hundreds of meters high in front of them, these tired mortals can get a moment of respite in the relatively safe Upper Nest.

But just as the refugees were about to cross the open [Steel Gate], the indicator light on the side of the connecting passage turned from green to red.

A burst of cold mist came out of the pressure relief valve! Amidst the smoke, the several-meter-thick [Steel Gate] began to drop rapidly.

Once this gate is closed, it will be necessary to go through many verifications to open it again.

The [Guardian]'s password, the [Planetary Governor's] personal emblem, and the [Chief Minister's] signature are all necessary.

In such a chaotic situation, it is almost impossible to collect these three permissions at the same time.

It is obvious that the nobles sitting in the upper echelons of the hive city do not want to accept this group of lowly poor people.

The next wave of Zerg will arrive soon as expected! !

Facing the surging Tyranid Zerg tide, civilians who have not undergone systematic training and whose physical condition has seriously deteriorated can only become the rations of the Zerg.

A low sob came from the ragged crowd!

A little girl about seven or eight years old was holding a dirty teddy bear, and her innocent eyes were filled with crystal tears.

As early as the first batch of Tyranid Zerg invasion, her parents had been buried in the surging Zerg tide...

Without the protection of her parents, the weak girl seemed extremely at a loss.

"Damn nobles, there are still children here!" An angry roar came from the speaker of the [Dreadnought Mech].

At the moment before the [Steel Gate] was about to be completely closed, the fighting brothers buried in the [Mech Stone Coffin] resolutely blocked the gap in the gate.

This several-meter-thick [Steel Door] weighs thousands of tons, and coupled with the hydraulic device hidden in the city wall...

The pressure on the [Dreadnought Mech] has reached an extremely alarming level.

The steel door branded with the [Emperor's Holy Statue] is still slowly descending!

The great [Lord of Mankind] is watching everything here with compassion, but He, who is sitting in the [Supreme Heaven], can do nothing about it.

In a few short seconds, the pressure brought by the [Steel Door] has caused a certain degree of damage to the [Dreadnought Mech].

The bright electric sparks flashed in every corner of this mech, and the dark green oil responsible for lubricating the mech parts...slowly flowed from the broken pipeline to the ground.

Through some dark technology from the [Long Night Era], the fighting brothers buried in the [Stone Coffin] were able to share senses with the [Dreadnought Mech].

This dark technology can make the mecha more flexible, but correspondingly... once the [Dreadnought Mecha] is damaged, the fighting brothers buried in the sarcophagus will suffer even greater pain.

If the [Angels of Death] from other legions were standing in front of the civilians at this moment... then after the battlefield assessment, they would give up the action of rescuing these civilians.

Compared with protecting the lives of thousands of civilians, it is obviously more important to have a [Dreadnought Mecha] that has not suffered any damage.

But at this moment, the one standing here is the [Son of the Fire Dragon] who inherited the will of Vulcan!!!