Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

But unfortunately, this is a war without honor and mercy!!

Although the Chaos Warmaster does not have the advantage in strength, in terms of numbers... the despicable betrayers and blasphemous Chaos Demons firmly hold the advantage.

The betrayers belonging to the Black Legion launched a charge towards Sanguinius regardless of death.

The Chaos Demons that emerged from the cracks in the Warp also showed their ferocious fangs to the Archangel Sanguinius amid blasphemous whispers and roars.

"Such blasphemy!!!"

Accompanied by the Archangel's extremely angry roar, the Spear of Bigong, which was branded with the angel's ashes, bloomed with a bright and blazing light like the sun.

No Chaos Demon dared to face such a dazzling majesty!!

No matter whether it was a betrayer or a blasphemous demon, in front of the terrifying power of the Archangel Sanguinius...there was no big difference between them and newborn babies.

No Chaos demon could approach the shining Archangel, and no despicable traitor could cause any wound to Sanguinius.

Every flash of the Spear of Bigong could take away the life of a traitor or a Chaos demon.

The blasphemous enemies of the Empire went to hell like wheat! But every time they died, they could bring a subtle consumption of the Archangel's physical strength.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change! ! !

Facing the boundless Chaos demons and traitors like a tide, even Sanguinius, who had embraced the essence of the warp... also had his own limits.

This tragic war lasted for several long Terran days! During this period, support from the fallen legion Sons of Noise also arrived on the battlefield.

And Slaanesh's most beloved demon prince, the fallen phoenix Fulgrim, also joined the battlefield.

Fulgrim was once the most glorious existence in the entire empire! But after embracing the blasphemous power of Chaos, the once glorious Phoenix has become a collection of extreme arrogance and desire.

Even though he has embraced the power of Chaos, Fulgrim still maintains the character of doing things his own way during the Great Crusade!

At this moment, Fulgrim has only two attitudes towards his Primarch brothers...

Disdain or jealousy!

And it just so happens that Archangel Sanguinius, who exudes a pure aura, is one of the most jealous objects of the fallen Phoenix Fulgrim.

Fulgrim holds a short blade stained with the poison of color, and the blasphemous body keeps flashing on the tragic battlefield like a ghost! !

The short blade stained with the poison of color cuts through the void like a meteor, stabbing at various tricky angles to the blind spots that Archangel Sanguinius cannot defend.

The Chaos Poison born from the hands of the Prince of Pleasure uses extremely terrifying power! Even though Sanguinius has embraced the essence of the Warp, once he is stabbed by the short blade stained with the poison of Chrysene... even the Archangel cannot be completely immune.

Fulgrim's joining greatly limits the Archangel Sanguinius's dodging space!

Under the heavy pressure of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, the Fallen Phoenix Fulgrim and the Crimson Angel, Archangel Sanguinius is still inevitably in a state of retreat.

The Archangel looked at the Chaos Runes imprinted on the earth by the betrayers, and his expression revealed a strong anger and a trace of imperceptible uneasiness.

From the Emperor's revelation, Sanguinius has seen the abomination sealed deep in the fortress world of Cadia.

The conspiracy of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon and the Crimson Angel against the Empire has come to an end, and countless suffering souls have already spread across this desolate land... As long as Abaddon chants the final activation rune, the seal of the C'tan Burner will be completely broken! !

The Empire, which is in the midst of internal and external troubles, obviously does not have enough power to fight against a resurrected Star God!

Archangel Sanguinius originally intended to stop the Chaos Warmaster's crazy plan! But as far as the current situation is concerned, Sanguinius does not have the slightest advantage in this battle.

If he continues to stalemate with this group of traitors, then Archangel Sanguinius will once again face the end of his fall.

Sanguinius has never been afraid of death, but now that the malice of the Chaos Gods permeates the Fortress World... Sanguinius must not fall like this! !

The Archangel must leave the battlefield and pass on the information about the Chaos conspiracy... to the Imperial Regent who is leading the Imperial warriors to resist! !

Only in this way can the Fortress World Cadia win a glimmer of hope in the face of enemies.

Archangel Sanguinius took a last look at the tragic battlefield, then spread his white wings shining with golden light... and rushed towards the dim sky surrounded by the holy breath.

Logically speaking, the most important thing facing the betrayers is to stop the Archangel from transmitting information.

Although the Chaos Warmaster Abaddon's conspiracy has reached the final step, the process of chanting the Chaos Runes still requires several long Terran days.

Once Sanguinius successfully meets with the Imperial Regent, the judgment from the Golden Legion and the Astartes Legion will surely come here! !

The traitor legion at this moment is fully capable of matching the Imperial Army, but the existence of the Imperial Regent and Sanguinius is still the biggest variable in the conspiracy...

No one in power likes variables!

Logically speaking, the Chaos Warmaster and Fulgrim should now stop the Archangel Sanguinius who is trying to leave the battlefield at all costs...

But strangely, Abaddon and Fulgrim did not show any intention to pursue Sanguinius.

The Black Legion warriors and the blasphemous Noise Sons also just stood still. The only enemy of the Empire chasing the Archangel on the entire battlefield... might be the group of Chaos demons with little wisdom.

In the center of the tragic battlefield, the Chaos Warmaster put the Phoenix Sword, which was surrounded by the breath of corruption, back into the scabbard at his waist.

Looking at the remains of the Black Legion warriors that almost covered the entire land, Abaddon's face flashed a trace of burning anger and imperceptible coldness.

"Sanguinius, you will never escape the gaze of the Chaos Gods!" Abaddon grinned a cold smile on his blasphemous face.

"My brother, you will never escape the shadow of corruption and desire!" Fulgrim also showed a meaningful smile on his face, "Sanguinius is also the purest existence among all the Primarchs."

"Then, today... let us personally pull you down from the altar!" Fulgrim stretched out his long tongue that resembled a venomous snake, "When holiness turns to corruption, you cannot escape the great fate of embracing chaos."

The golden light representing Archangel Sanguinius has disappeared at the end of the sky! Except for Chaos Warmaster and Fulgrim, whose dynamic vision is extremely terrifying, most of the betrayers have lost the ability to capture the movements of the Archangel.

Sanguinius looked at the light gray clouds under his feet, and a thick haze flashed across his handsome face like a Roman sculpture.

Logically speaking, Archangel Sanguinius has completely escaped the pursuit range of the betrayers! But for some reason, Sanguinius always has an extremely ominous premonition at this moment.

From the moment of his birth, Archangel Sanguinius possessed a certain unstable psychic prophetic ability.

During the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, Sanguinius saw the scene of his fall on the Vengeful Spirit in the fantasy of psychic prophecy.

For Sanguinius, premonition, such a mysterious thing, can play an extremely important warning role in most cases! !

But at this moment, Sanguinius could not find where this ominous premonition came from! !

Just as Sanguinius was about to speed up the search for the Regent of the Empire, at the end of the distant sky... the originally light gray heavy clouds had been obscured by the blasphemous dark green mist at some point! !

Through his own subspace essence, Sanguinius could easily observe the blasphemous existence hidden in the dark green mist...

That was not dark green mist at all!

It was a collection of countless bacteria and viruses containing the power of Nurgle.

"Motarion!" Sanguinius spit out his brother's name with a cold face.

Given the current situation, it is obviously not a rational decision to have a head-on conflict with Mortarion.

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon and the fallen phoenix Fulgrim are still watching from a distance!

Once Archangel Sanguinius is held back by Mortarion, when the other two traitors come to support him... it will be the moment for Sanguinius to face his death.

Sanguinius tightly grasped the Spear of Goodness in his hand, trying to speed up and bypass the poisonous cloud filled with the power of Nurgle.

But unfortunately, the Plague Prince Mortarion, who was hiding in the dark, did not seem to intend to let his brother go so easily.

Almost in an instant, the poisonous cloud filled with the land of Nurgle began to wriggle as if it had life! The speed of the spread of the plague poisonous cloud even exceeded the flying speed of the archangel in a short period of time.

Even though Sanguinius had tried his best to escape from the coverage of the plague poisonous cloud, he still failed to successfully escape the fate of being covered by the poisonous cloud.

The bacteria and viruses containing the power of Nurgle eventually wrapped the pure archangel in it.

Although the Archangel's body was filled with golden light shining like the sun, it still could not completely block the great power from the Plague Throne!

Filthy bacteria and viruses began to erode Sanguinius' body imperceptibly! The power of chaos hidden deep in the virus was polluting the Archangel's pure and flawless soul in a silent way.

As long as Mortarion was given enough time, the Plague Prince had the confidence to make his brother...completely become the plaything of the Plague God! !

But Khorne, sitting on the brass throne, was not enough to corrupt the Archangel, and it was absolutely impossible for Mortarion, the Plague Prince... to do so.

"Such blasphemy!" Sanguinius roared in extreme anger.

Along with the Archangel's extremely angry roar, a pure and flawless golden light began to spread with Sanguinius' body as the center.

Facing the holy power from the Archangel, the Nurgle virus that permeated the clouds was instantly burned into ashes by the golden light! !

Mortarion, who was hiding in the plague cloud, was forced to show up in the golden light.

"Sanguinius, ten thousand years have passed... but the light on you is still so dazzling!" Mortarion's voice filled with corruption and surprise sounded in the Archangel's ear.

The Spear of Bigong, which was tightly held in the palm of Archangel Sanguinius, burst into a brilliant light. Sanguinius had almost no extra thoughts... and directly stabbed the short spear in his hand in the direction of the sound.

The Spear of Bigong, which was filled with golden light, obviously stabbed something! !

With a wail of extreme pain and rage, an ugly giant whose body was covered with various abscesses and swellings appeared in front of Sanguinius.

There is no doubt that this giant with an almost blasphemous appearance... is the once extremely glorious Lord of the Death Guard, the Plague Prince Mortarion! ! !

Compared to a century ago, Mortarion's appearance has changed drastically.

If Mortarion a century ago still retains some of his humanity, then the Plague Prince at this moment... has completely abandoned the glory and pride he once had as a human being.

At this moment, Mortarion is completely a stinking giant made of all kinds of carrion!

As the Plague Prince stepped forward, foul-smelling light yellow pus surged out from the wounds on Mortarion's body.

Buzzing blowflies hovered around the betrayer, sucking greedily at the stinking pus and rotten tissue! !

"Sanguinius, we have been apart for thousands of years... This is our first reunion in this cold galaxy." A sound like two pieces of glass rubbing against each other slowly came from the throat of the foul-smelling giant, "Time To this day, I still remember your tolerance and tolerance for me!”

Mortarion, who was exuding a foul smell, did not launch an attack on Sanguinius. The two loyalists and the betrayers started talking on this tragic battlefield like old friends who had been separated for thousands of years.

"The period when I served the Corpse Emperor was the darkest time in my life! It was precisely because of your presence that I saw a glimmer of light in that darkness."

There was a strange chant in Mortarion's words, "My dearest brother! I can give you a chance to embrace the great chaos! Come on, embrace the generous and great father! We will Experience the true meaning of life together in the beautiful Plague Garden."

With the exception of Father Nurgle and a few Great Unclean Ones, Mothayan, the Plague Prince, treats most of the beings in this galaxy without hypocrisy.

Even the other demon primarchs who were also traitors would never get any basic respect from their conversations with Mortarion! ! !

But Archangel Sanguinius is an exception! !

In fact, Plague Prince Mortarion was not exaggerating!