Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Bosimons, with his body already on the verge of breaking point, slashed at the Chaos Warmaster's most vulnerable neck! !

This was the strongest attack that the severely injured Bosimons could launch! !

Whether loyal or traitorous, even Chaos Warmaster Abaddon himself could not accurately capture the trajectory of this attack...

The black sword with brilliant light drew a dazzling arc of light in the void, and then slashed on the Chaos Warmaster's neck without any suspense.

Almost in an instant, the sharp blade of the black sword pierced through the Chaos Warmaster's body... and left a huge wound of dozens of centimeters on his neck! !

Even for Astartes with a superhuman body, this degree of wound is extremely fatal.

But strangely, there was not a single drop of blood seeping out of the huge wound of the Chaos Warmaster.

Abaddon showed a strange smile to the slightly dazed Bosimons.

Under the extremely shocked gaze of the loyalists, the flesh around Abaddon's wound began to wriggle as if it had life.

Disgusting bloody granulations grew out of the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few seconds... the granulations emitting a foul smell had completely covered the wound created by the black sword.

Except for the skin fragments splashed on the Terminator Power Armor, there was no trace of the Chaos Warmaster's injury on his body.

"Not a bad sword," the Chaos Warmaster nodded slightly in approval, "but unfortunately, the great power bestowed on me by the Chaos Gods has far exceeded your imagination!"

Abaddon raised the blazing [Phoenix Sword] in his hand and swung it lightly towards the direction where Bosimons was.

The speed of this attack was beyond imagination slow!

Even the Black Templar veterans on the edge of the battlefield could clearly capture all the trajectories of this attack...

But the more ordinary it is, the more serious the danger and murderous intent contained in it! !

Bosimons, who was closest to Abaddon, could of course also catch the trajectory of this attack, but facing this sword that gradually enlarged in his pupils... Bosimons' brain could not flash any thought of evasion.

The Grand Marshal of the Black Templars, who had experienced countless painful wars, now stood there without resistance... waiting for death to come.

The blade burning with ominous purple flames pierced through the heavy Terminator power armor without any suspense, and completely pierced through the heart in Bosimons' chest.

The heart that once belonged to humans has completely lost its function, and the gift [Second Heart] given to Astartes by the Emperor... has also been burned by the purple flames that exude a blasphemous atmosphere, and has lost most of its functions.

For the old model Astartes produced since the [Great Expedition] period, it is basically certain to die after suffering such a severe blow.

Even the organ called [meninges] cannot save the Astartes' life on the verge of collapse.

But for the new generation of Astartes who have undergone the God-forged upgrade, such a heavy injury is extremely serious... but it has not yet reached the fatal level! !

When the first heart was completely destroyed and the remaining function of the second heart was not enough to continue to maintain life activities, the [Heart of Gawain] hidden in the chest of Grand Marshal Bosimons started automatically.

Along with the [Third Heart], there is also a modified organ called [Belisarius Furnace].

Almost in an instant, thousands of different types of hormones were pumped out of the Belisarius Furnace and the Third Heart! !

Almost a huge amount of hormones worked synergistically, temporarily stabilizing the heavy injuries on Grand Marshal Bosimons' body within a balanced range.

At the same time, the activated [Heart of Gawain] also gave the Grand Marshal the terrifying ability to control golden psychic energy...

With the blessing of both psychic energy and strength, the combat power that Bosimons now possesses... has even far exceeded those Primarchs who have not yet activated their essence during the chaotic period of Horus.

Until this moment, the arrogant Chaos Warmaster Abaddon finally showed a little interest.

Looking at the Grand Marshal Bosimons with golden lightning flowing around him, Abaddon's blasphemous face showed a hint of interest.

"Is this the result of the Empire's creation in the past century? It is really an amazing miracle creation, and the corrupt power that is extremely similar to the Corpse King... can indeed enhance the combat power to a great extent."

"But in the face of true power, this kind of power obtained by external forces... is still as fragile as a piece of white paper."

Although the Chaos Warmaster's face was full of contempt, the trace of seriousness revealed in his pupils could not be concealed in any way...

The Chaos Warmaster, who possessed the blessing of the gods and the Phoenix Sword, has expanded his strength to a terrifying level that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Only Bosimons, who is infinitely close to the Primarch, can slightly interest the Chaos Warmaster.

"Now you are qualified to be taken seriously by me!" The Chaos Warmaster held the Phoenix Sword in his hand horizontally in front of his chest, "Then, let me see the true power you show in desperate situations!"

The hormones that filled the blood blocked Bosimons' pain! The hormones that acted on the muscles and the internal circulation system greatly enhanced the strength of the Grand Marshal.

Bosimons shouted the names of Dorn and Sigismund, and once again launched a desperate charge towards the Chaos Warmaster.

The third heart hidden in the body is Bo Simmons's last chance to make a comeback.

If Bo Simons cannot completely kill the Chaos Warmaster and the surrounding Black Legion soldiers during this period of increased power...then what awaits the Black Templar is an inevitable death and destruction.

The loyal Astartes never fear death! !

But if they can save their lives in this war, the loyal Sons of Dorne will definitely be able to make greater contributions to the great Emperor in the subsequent wars...

Thousands of hormones gave Bo Simons a dramatic increase in strength.

Even when facing the Chaos Warmaster blessed by the gods, Bo Simons' movements showed no signs of weakness.

The collision between the black sword and the phoenix sword was as dull as thunder, and the suffocating shock wave was centered on the battlefield between the two... and spread to the surroundings at an extremely terrifying speed.

Neither the loyalists nor the betrayers can get close to the center of the battle between the two powerful men.

A sergeant in the Black Legion tried to support the Chaos Warmaster, but before the traitor entered the center of the battlefield... his power armor and the body inside it had been torn into pieces by the scattered sword light.

Nothing can stop the battle between two Primarch-level warriors.

Whether it is the Chaos Warmaster or Bo Simons, the power they possess has exceeded the level that ordinary Astartes can understand.

With just a few moves, the ground was covered with cracks like spider webs! Every heavy punch from the loyalists and betrayers can bring about as terrifying power as a heavy tank...

This terrifying war lasted for many long Terran days! !

Even though the power possessed by Bo Simons is extremely powerful, this power does not belong to him after all.

As time goes by, the hormones flowing throughout the blood and body gradually lose their effectiveness...

The wounds caused by the Chaos Warmaster on Bosimons with the Phoenix Sword have far exceeded the healing limit that [Gawain's Heart] and [Belisarius Forge] can provide.

When this war that lasted for several Terran days came to an end, the scarred Bosimons no longer had the strength to continue standing.

The Grand Marshal who carries the glory of the [Black Temple] is now paralyzed in the mud without any dignity or glory...

Generalissimo Beau Simmons has completely lost all resistance!

Abaddon could have easily ended Bosimons' life with the Phoenix Sword in his hand, but the will and glory displayed by this warrior...had deeply impressed the Chaos Warmaster.

The Chaos Warmaster looked at Grand Marshal Bo Simons, who had fallen into a coma, "You should feel lucky! The former Sigismund won my respect, and the will and glory displayed by Bo Simons... also impressed me. admire!"

"For the sake of Sigismund, I can let you live! Go away quickly, the next time you appear in front of me... I will give you death without mercy."

Abaddon's self-righteous mercy is undoubtedly a naked humiliation for the noble Black Templar warriors.

"Damn betrayer, the Black Templars don't need your mercy!" The scarred Chapter Think Tank roared angrily.

Along with the hoarse chant of the Think Tank, dazzling psychic lightning began to jump on the scepter held tightly in the hand of the Think Tank.

The scarred Black Templar veterans are ready to die for the Emperor.

But Chaos Warmaster Abaddon did not continue to waste time with this group of warriors.

The capture of the fortress world of Cartier is related to the great plan of the Chaos Gods! The Chaos Warmaster has wasted several Terran days here. If he continues to waste it... he will inevitably incur the dissatisfaction and malice of the Chaos Gods.

Although Abaddon is the Warmaster of Chaos, compared to the Chaos Gods... this traitor is still just a pawn in the hands of the evil god.

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon ignored the roars of the Black Templar warriors.

No one can see Abaddon's movements clearly! When the scarred Black Templar warriors recovered from the shock, the blasphemous figure of the Chaos Warmaster had long since disappeared.

The surviving Black Templar warriors looked at each other.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, the loyal imperial warriors are not completely out of the crisis yet.

Although Chaos Warmaster Abaddon has left, the heavily armed Black Legion warriors still remain here...

This group of depraved traitors made no secret of their murderous intent and malice.

It was obvious that these damn traitors had no intention of letting the Black Templar warriors go.

Long before the arrival of the Black Legion, the loyal Sons of En had already paid extremely heavy casualties in order to resist the invasion of Chaos Demons and Chaos Warbands.

In the past few wars between Terra and the Black Legion, the number of Black Templar warriors who were already severely damaged... has become even rarer in the endless war that has no end.

So far, there are only a handful of Black Templar warriors left standing on the earth! !

Compared with the Black Templar's original establishment of hundreds, this number seems extremely sad...

Looking at the corrupted Black Legion, although these despicable betrayers also suffered a lot of casualties... their number was still dozens of times that of the Black Templar warriors.

The balance of victory and defeat has completely tilted towards the side of the fallen betrayer! ! !

There is no doubt that this is a hopeless battle without any hope.

After being unconscious for several minutes, the severely injured Bosimons slowly regained consciousness with the support of the Astartes superhuman physique and various potions.

The scarred pharmacist brothers used the only materials in their hands to treat the hideous wounds on the body of Grand Marshal Bosimons...

With the support of excessive adrenaline, Bosimons dragged his seriously injured body with all his strength and barely stood up from the cold ground.

Although the veteran still exudes a chilling momentum! But this scarred body has long been dragged down by heavy injuries... In other words, even if Bosimons can hold the black sword now, he has no fighting power at all.

After losing the top fighting power of Grand Marshal Bosimons, the situation faced by the veterans of the Black Templar has become more precarious.

If no miracle happens, then the barren land of [Fortress World] Cadia... will become the burial place of the sons of Dorne.

Facing the imminent death, no son of Dorne showed fear or retreated.

Although the gene father Rogal Dorne had been lost in the crazy galaxy for thousands of years, Dorne's strong will like a high wall... still inspired and guided every loyal son of Dorne.

The wounded Black Templars tightly grasped their weapons and looked at the traitors who were gradually approaching them with angry eyes.

The air was filled with a suffocating smell of gunpowder! !

Once the war was completely started, the loyal Black Templars could only use their lives... to offer their last loyalty to the Emperor.

The fallen black legion showed a grim smile! This group of despicable traitors seemed to have seen the scene of the loyal sons of Dorne lying dead all over the field.

But as mentioned before, the [Lord of Mankind] sitting in the sky never took his eyes off his own race.

The cold sun hanging high above the [Sea of ​​Souls] was always watching every loyal warrior.

Just when the loyal sons of Dorne were about to face death, an unexpected reinforcement suddenly descended on the battlefield.

Above the gloomy sky, a glimmer of mottled light with a blasphemous aura suddenly flashed...

Accompanied by some extremely crazy and blasphemous mumbling, a colorful rift connecting the [Sea of ​​Souls] stretched across the Black Templar and the Black Legion.