Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

[Prince of Pleasure] used the great power of desire and eroded the pure [Phoenix Sword] with the blasphemous power from the highest heaven!

Although this blazing sword once belonged to the Phoenix King [Asuryan], in the face of the purest malice of Prince of Pleasure... the resistance that this artifact can make is still very limited.

The concepts of time and space have completely lost their meaning in the subspace.

Maybe only one day has passed, maybe a long ten thousand years have passed...

The [Phoenix Sword] representing purity finally failed to escape the fate of corruption.

The blasphemous power from Slaanesh completely polluted this artifact! The red-gold flame that once burned on the blade also turned into a corrupt dark purple under the erosion of the blasphemous power.

A suffocating breath of corruption surged out of the [Phoenix Sword]! In a sense, this former Eldar artifact is even more powerful than [Draconion].

Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster, held the corrupted [Phoenix Sword] in his hand, and looked at Bosimons who was standing in front of him with an extremely contemptuous look.

The Chaos Warmaster, who exuded a corrupt aura, was not in a hurry to launch an attack on the loyal sons of Dorne.

Abaddon just stood on the ground, looking at the [Black Templar] emblem imprinted on the ceramic steel shoulder armor with a slightly nostalgic look.

This strange emblem evoked Abaddon's memories of ten thousand years ago.

"[Black Templar]? Since the fall of Sigismund, who was called the Sword Saint, you have become weaker and weaker!" Abaddon's words revealed undisguised contempt.

"Damned traitor, you are not worthy of calling Sigismund's name directly!" The pupils of the Black Templar Grand Marshal Bosimons revealed a suffocating rage.

But facing the raging rage that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, Bosimons still barely retained his sanity.

The Black Templar did not originally have any numerical advantage! The arrival of the Chaos Warmaster directly wiped out the last advantage that the Sons of Dorne had.

The Black Templars must now be extremely cautious in every step! Once they make a mistake, they will face eternal death.

The loyal imperial warriors are not afraid of death, they are just afraid... that they cannot offer their loyalty to the Emperor with their last life.

The arrival of Abaddon made the Black Templars veterans begin to be vigilant.

Grand Marshal Bosimons, holding the black sword, suppressed the anger in his heart, stood at the forefront of the Black Templar team with a proud attitude, and faced the majesty of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon.

The air was filled with a suffocating solemnity!

A war that could sweep the entire planet seemed to be on the verge of breaking out...

"Traitors of the Black Legion, you will pay the price of death for your betrayal and blasphemy! Today, the excommunication from the Emperor will fall on you!!" The roar of Grand Marshal Bosimons resounded throughout the desolate land.

Facing the provocation from the Black Templar veterans, the Chaos Warmaster did not show any anger.

"What a pathetic bunch!" Abaddon's pupils, filled with traces of pollution, showed a trace of pity that stung the loyal warriors.

"From the moment the Great Crusade came to an end, the ancient human empire had already reached the edge of the abyss! The corpse emperor sitting on the throne is not worthy of your loyalty..."

"Only the great Chaos Gods are the only truth in this crazy galaxy! Believe in the great Chaos Gods, follow the great will of the gods... This crazy galaxy will fall into war again!"

"And only the war that sweeps across the galaxy is the meaning of our existence as warriors." Chaos Warmaster Abaddon's words were full of bewitching.

But facing the loyal imperial warriors, the betrayer's rhetoric could not play any role at all...

The pupils of every Black Templar veteran flashed with determination.

For the great emperor, and for the empire and mankind to survive in this cold galaxy! The loyal imperial warriors will pay with their own blood, and their lives come from their souls...

Every moment that the ancient empire advances in this galaxy, it is full of the souls and blood of countless loyalists.

"The word [warrior]... is really a waste to use on you damned traitors!" A trace of cold light flashed in Bosimons's dark brown pupils.

As the successor of Horus's name [Chaos Warmaster], Abaddon's powerful power is naturally beyond doubt.

Even ten thousand years ago, Abaddon had the terrifying power to kill Sigismund! And today, ten thousand years later, the blessing of the gods on the Chaos Warmaster has become even more terrifying...

Even the Grand Marshal Bosimons, who has been upgraded by Godcast, can feel a strong sense of oppression when facing the Chaos Warmaster.

Bosimons' premonition was not wrong!

Although the Chaos Warmaster suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Macragge a century ago, with the help of the Chaos Gods... Abaddon is now more powerful than at his peak.

In the eyes of the Chaos Warmaster at this moment, the veterans of the Black Templars who have experienced countless tragic wars... are just a group of slightly stronger ants.

Courage and will are indeed extremely valuable! But in this dark and crazy galaxy, only power can truly determine everything.

At this moment, there were only two completely different paths left in front of Black Templar Grand Marshal Bo Simons.

Beau Simons could have led the remaining Black Templar veterans to abandon their duty to defend the [Wall of the Faithful] and go to other Astartes defensive areas to join up with friendly forces.

This choice will not only preserve the vitality of the Astartes to a great extent, but will also not tarnish the honor of the [Black Templars].

But in this case, Bo Simons' life after the rain... will be filled with the pain and guilt of not protecting the Wall of Loyalty.

The other option is to face the powerful Chaos Warmaster! !

These more than a hundred Black Templar veterans alone are obviously not enough to compete with the Black Legion, which is nearly ten times the number of our own!

And the power of Grand Marshal Bohemons is far inferior to that of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon...

If he chooses the second path, it means that Bo Simons has chosen death for himself and the battle brothers around him.

Glory always goes with death! ! !

Generalissimo Beau Simmons didn’t hesitate between these two paths for long.

Between life and glory, Grand Marshal Bohemons and the loyal Black Templar veterans ultimately chose the latter.

"Abaddon, your sin of killing Sigismund...should be completely repaid today!" The black sword in Bo Simons' hand that had been passed down for thousands of years burst out with a dim light.

This [Black Sword] seems ordinary, but it is a well-deserved holy relic in the hearts of almost all the sons of Dorne! !

When the second army was founded, Rogal Dorn, the Primarch of the [Imperial Fist], personally handed these weapons to the Legion Champion Sigismund.

After the death of Sigismund, the first chapter master of the [Black Templars], at the hands of Abaddon, this weapon naturally became the most precious relic of the entire chapter.

Only the former Grand Marshals of the [Black Templar] are qualified to hold this legendary black sword...

But there are very few warriors who can truly be recognized by the Black Sword in the long ten thousand year history of [Black Temple]...

And Generalissimo Beau Simmons is one of these few! !

"For the great Dorne! For the revenge and glory of Sigismund!" Beau Simons roared like an angry beast in his throat.

Feeling the will of the sword holder, the black sword clenched in the palm of his hand also hummed in response.

Accompanied by a scalp-numbing tremor, the ancient black sword exuding a vicissitudes of life flashed through an arc as bright as a meteor...

The sound of sharp blades tearing through the air echoed across this desolate land!

Beau Simons used up almost all the strength in his body and stabbed the black sword in his hand hard at the most vulnerable neck of Chaos War God Abaddon.

After being upgraded with the divine cast from the large-scale Falius, the power controlled by Generalissimo Bosimons has reached an extremely terrifying level.

Neither the Black Templar veterans who had gone through countless wars nor the Chaos Space Marines blessed by the Chaos Gods could clearly see the trajectory of this devastating blow.

The silent black sword carried terrifying kinetic energy and struck straight at Abaddon's head.

If this blow can successfully hit, then even the Chaos Warmaster who has the blessing of the gods... will definitely suffer great trauma.

Bo Simons gritted his teeth and once again squeezed a trace of strength from the depths of his body.

This is a terrifying blow that is enough to decapitate the Chaos Demon!

But even at this moment, the Chaos Warmaster's blasphemous face... was still filled with a contemptuous smile.

"Bosimons, you are still far from the Sigismund you once were! Sigismund is an admirable opponent, but you... are just an ant who has gained great power."

No one could clearly see the movements of the Chaos Warmaster! ! !

The [Phoenix Sword] burning with ominous purple flames cuts through the space like a meteor.

When Generalissimo Bo Simons recovered from the shock of that sword, the blazing Phoenix Sword had already blocked the Black Sword's trajectory.

The collision between the two legendary weapons sparked a dazzling explosion of sparks.

A shocking shock wave centered on the impact point of the two weapons and spread rapidly in all directions...

Compared with Abaddon, the God of Chaos who has the blessing of the Chaos Gods, Bo Simons does not have an advantage in strength!

And in terms of the quality of the weapon alone, the black sword inherited from Rogal Dorn is also inferior to the [Phoenix Sword] in Abaddon's hand!

Faced with the dual suppression of power and weapons, even though Bo Simmons had staked his own glory and soul... he still could not reverse the outcome of failure.

"Dare to swing your sword at me, you have proven your courage!" Abaddon put away the contempt on his face, and then kicked Generalissimo Bo Simons away more than ten meters away.

"But it's a pity that you don't have the strength to match this courage!"

Beau Simons struggled to get up from the ground, but Chaos Warmaster Abaddon had no intention of giving the loyal warrior a chance to fight back.

Abaddon took a bolter from the guard beside him.

With a dull sound like thunder, metal fragments exuding a chaotic atmosphere shot out from the barrel of the bolt gun.

Each fragment is enough to easily penetrate the armor of a light tank! Coupled with the blessing of the power of chaos and the protection of the gods, the power of this explosive bomb has reached a terrifying level.

Even though Bosimons was wearing a heavy [Terminator Power Armor], in front of the Chaos bombs that were wrapped in the filthy land... even the Terminator Power Armor could not play a significant defensive role.

Accompanied by a piercing sound, the brass fragments wrapped in terrifying movements finally penetrated the defense of the Terminator Power Armor!

Bosimons, holding the black sword, felt a burst of intense pain! Blood with a sweet and fishy smell gushed out of the wound, dripping on the barren land like a blooming rose.

At the same time, the blasphemous power hidden in the metal fragments also began to erode Bosimons' body.

The blasphemous power from the highest heaven subtly polluted the soul of the Grand Marshal of the Black Templar, trying to corrupt it into a plaything of Chaos...

But with the tenacious will like a mountain, the glorious son of Dorne finally resisted the blasphemous erosion from Chaos.

Bosimons plunged the black sword in his hand deeply into the ground, supporting his wounded body to stand on the ground again...

"Betrayer! The judgment from the Emperor will make you fall into hell forever." Even facing the imminent death, Bosimons still did not show any fear.

Bosimons supported his body, which was already on the verge of limit, and raised the black sword in his hand again.

This black sword inherited from the original gene body Rogal Dorn seemed to feel the burning fighting will of the sword holder...

The cold blade of the black sword flowed with colorful light, and the sword body emitting dim light emitted some kind of suffocating strange roar.

A burning power flowed out from the hilt, and then slowly injected into Bosimons's body on the verge of collapse...

This is the protection from Rogal Dorn! !

Bosimons roared like a wild beast, and in the slightly surprised eyes of Abaddon... the already wounded Grand Marshal of the Black Templars launched another charge.

The charge of just one person was as suffocating as the might of thousands of troops.

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon showed a hint of satisfaction on his blasphemous face.

Only such a fiery and loyal fighting will is worthy of Abaddon's status and power.

"Looking at the entire galaxy, there are very few warriors who can get my respect!" Abaddon nodded slightly in the direction of Bosimons, "Sigismund was one, and you... are the second one in the Black Templars."

"The admiration of the betrayer only makes me feel disgusted!!"