Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

"Since you are the enemy of the Black Legion, you should have been prepared to die! Now, Sanguinius... it's time to pay the price of your life for your blasphemy ten thousand years ago!"

The Chaos Warmaster Abaddon's furious roar echoed over this desolate land.

Following Abaddon's will, the Phoenix Sword, which was tightly held in the palm of the Chaos Warmaster, burst into extremely blasphemous purple flames.

This artifact, which has a pivotal position in the mythology of the Eldar, is still corrupted by the power of the Prince of Pleasure and turned into a blasphemous object full of depravity.

In the past century, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon has killed tens of thousands of enemies with this weapon! And the souls of these enemies ultimately could not escape the fate of being bewitched by the power of the Prince of Pleasure.

In the blazing purple flames, countless suffering souls are wailing miserably!

These pathetic souls are constantly being burned by flames, and under the intense pain... the wills of these souls have long been twisted into some kind of disgusting appearance.

Accompanied by piercing laughter, these pathetic souls sealed in the Phoenix Sword cast malicious eyes at the pure Sanguinius.

These pathetic souls can't wait to taste the pure blood of Sanguinius! ! !

As the top three existences in combat power among all the Primarchs, Archangel Sanguinius keenly felt a hint of fatal crisis from the long sword burning with purple flames.

The Spear of Bi Gong, which was tightly held in the Archangel's palm, burst into warm golden light. Sanguinius tried to interrupt the counterattack of the Chaos Warmaster... But unfortunately, from the moment the Phoenix Sword was unsheathed, Archangel Sanguinius had been locked by this blasphemous weapon.

In the past ten thousand years, Archangel Sanguinius has embraced his own subspace essence in the cold and crazy Supreme Heaven!

The essence of Sanguinius's existence is the worship of a certain god by humans on Ancient Terra.

And this subspace essence condensed by faith is also one of the origins of the wings and golden light behind the archangel!

If the existence of Archangel Sanguinius represents the warm and glorious golden sun, then the power of Slaanesh burning on the Phoenix Sword... represents the corrupt power of extreme corrosion and temptation! !

The power of Sanguinius can restrain Slaanesh, and the same... the blasphemous power from the Prince of Pleasure can also crush the pure archangel.

Sanguinius thrust the Spear of Bigong forward in his hand, trying to cover the lock of the Phoenix Sword with the golden light! But unfortunately, this approach was ultimately futile.

The Phoenix Sword, which exuded a blasphemous breath, was like a purple meteor, carrying extremely terrifying kinetic energy and fiercely stabbed at Archangel Sanguinius.

And the only thing Sanguinius could do now was to raise the Spear of Bigong in his hand.

The golden short spear with warm glow was placed across the Archangel's chest, trying to block the malice from the Chaos Warmaster and the Prince of Pleasure...

Everything happened in a flash!!!

Under the gaze of the Chaos Warmaster and the Prince of Plague, the Phoenix Sword burning with purple flames collided fiercely with the Spear of Bigong in the Archangel's hand.

The collision between the two legendary weapons sparked a dazzling spark, and the numbing metal collision sound resounded on the barren land of Cartier.

Although the Spear of Bigong is a well-deserved holy weapon in the Blood Angels Legion, compared with the Phoenix Sword once used by the Phoenix King Asuryan...the gap between them is still a world of difference!!!

Amid the harsh sneers of the Chaos Warmaster and the Prince of Plague, a barely perceptible crack appeared on the Spear of Bigong in Sanguinius's hand!

And then, the crack continued to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye during the collision!!

After a brief moment, the Spear of Perfection, which accompanied the Archangel throughout the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy, was completely transformed into countless mottled fragments shining with golden light.

The metal fragments with warm light fell from the sky powerlessly. Looking up from the ground, it was like a grand golden meteor shower.

At the same time, Archangel Sanguinius himself was pierced by the burning Phoenix Sword.

The golden blood with pure breath slowly flowed out along the hideous wound. At the same time, the power of Slaanesh hidden in the Phoenix Sword was eroding Sanguinius's pure body through this huge wound.

Almost in an instant, the power of chaos shining with purple light spread through the wound... to every corner of Archangel Sanguinius' body.

Archangel Sanguinius could certainly resist the erosion of chaos on his soul with his tenacious will, but he was powerless in terms of his body.

The filthy and profane Chaos power polluted the sun-like golden light in Sanguinius' body, and even the pair of white wings behind the archangel were stained with a barely noticeable dark purple.

Sanguinius flapped his wings weakly, barely keeping his body in the air.

Although the Chaos Warmaster Abaddon standing opposite the archangel was also severely injured, compared with Sanguinius who had lost most of his resistance, Abaddon's current situation was undoubtedly much better.

"Admit your failure, arrogant Sanguinius!" Abaddon had a swaggering smile on his lips, "Ten thousand years ago, you indirectly killed the great gene father Horus!"

"But I reached a deal with the Prince of Pleasure. For the sake of Slaanesh... I can give you one last chance!"

Abaddon slowly raised the Phoenix Sword in his hand. Under the gaze of Sanguinius... the purple flames flashing with the breath of chaos gradually condensed into a blasphemous purple body.

When this body completely descended into the physical universe, the archangel who was struggling to resist the invasion of chaos was like being hit hard, spewing out a mouthful of golden blood mixed with dark purple.

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon and the nearest Plague Prince Mortarion saluted the vague shadow to show enough respect and awe.

From the chaotic power spreading over the earth, it is not difficult to see that the existence behind this vague purple shadow is none other than Prince Slaanesh of Pleasure, one of the Chaos Gods!

"Archangel Sanguinius, you are such a pure and warm existence!" The purple shadow uttered a kind of uncomfortable sticky voice, "Embrace the great joy! You will become my favorite demon prince."

"I promise you that you will experience eternal and ultimate joy and enjoyment with countless followers of Slaanesh in the Castle of Pleasure!" Prince Slaanesh of Pleasure threw an olive branch to Sanguinius.

But it is foreseeable that the noble and pure Sanguinius will not choose to turn his back on the glory of the Golden Throne because of this insignificant temptation.

"Experience the ultimate joy?" A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Sanguinius' mouth.

Archangel Sanguinius had already completely perished on the Spirit of Vengeance ten thousand years ago, and the reason why Sanguinius could stand here with a brand new attitude was entirely due to the intense resonance born from the positive emotions of mankind.

From the moment Sanguinius revived from the resonance, Archangel Sanguinius glimpsed the rise and fall of the Galaxy and the Empire over the past ten thousand years through the resonance that condensed the intense emotions of all mankind!!

Similarly, Sanguinius also saw some unknown secrets from these resonances.

For the Phoenix Fulgrim, who was once full of glory and honor, Archangel Sanguinius has always maintained the most basic respect!!

But when Sanguinius saw Fulgrim, who had fallen into the plaything of Slaanesh, and saw Fulgrim's perverted behavior over the past ten thousand years, Archangel Sanguinius felt completely disappointed with his Primarch brother.

"I am always loyal to the great Emperor!" Sanguinius chanted the Emperor's prayer softly, "And you, damned Chaos Gods! You will eventually be burned into ashes in the galaxy under the great glory of the Emperor."

"Has the negotiation failed?" Prince Pleasure himself did not show much anger at Sanguinius' roar, "I'm sorry, you rejected Prince Pleasure's great request! Then, I wish you a happy time in hell."

Accompanied by a slight sound of gas dissipation, Prince Pleasure, who had condensed into a physical entity, dissipated again on this desolate land.

Although the power filled with depravity and desire still remained on the earth, it could no longer have much impact on the Primarchs present.

"Sanguinius, you made the wrong choice!" Chaos Warmaster Abaddon showed a trace of pity, "This planet called Cadia will become your final grave."

"My dear brother, I will always miss your existence in the Plague Garden." The voice of Plague Prince Mortarion followed closely.

But the words of the two betrayers could never shake the Archangel's steel-like will.

Facing the imminent death, Sanguinius's pure face still flashed with blazing anger.

"Damn betrayer, your actions simply make the entire universe sick!" Sanguinius painfully covered the wound eroded by the power of Chaos.

"No betrayal is small enough to be ignored! Even if I fall on this land, you... will one day be judged by humans and the Golden Throne."

Along with the Archangel's angry roar, Sanguinius' pupils bloomed with golden light as bright as the sun!

The suffocating psychic energy flows through every corner of the Primarch's body, even if they are tens of kilometers away... the traitors standing on the ground can still feel the terrifying power contained in it.

The suffocating psychic energy slowly flows on the land of Cartier! With the anger of the Archangel, the curtain of reality and illusion becomes thinner.

Archangel Sanguinius, who is in a weak state, is obviously not enough to fight against the siege of two Primarch-level enemies at the same time.

Facing the imminent death, the noble and pure Archangel Sanguinius did not feel any fear.

For a true warrior, dying on the battlefield is a great honor! Even if death is inevitable in the end, Sanguinius will make these damned traitors feel the judgment from the Empire.

The bright and blazing golden light like the sun shines on this land! With the furious roar of Archangel Sanguinius, a subspace rift flashing with colorful light stretches across the barren land of Cartier.

The curtain between reality and illusion has been completely torn apart by the surging psychic power of the Archangel! Through the warp cracks flashing with colorful light, you can easily glimpse the sea of ​​souls hidden behind the cracks.

Along with the flashing of golden light, an ethereal singing voice suddenly permeated the land! It was a kind of hymn full of religious meaning, and along with the hymn... there was also a human-shaped phantom shrouded in golden light.

The existence of this phantom was seen in the internal records of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon in the Sons of Horus Legion. This phantom was called "angel" by humans on Ancient Terra, and it was an ethereal divine life!

The former Sons of Horus Legion believed in the great imperial truth, and the proud Sons of Horus always sneered at the corruption and ignorance in the ancient Terra religion.

When this angel phantom with a blurred face descended on this land, all the traitors present felt an extremely strong sense of oppression.

That feeling is like a herbivore seeing its predator's natural enemy... It is a kind of instinctive fear that is engraved in the depths of memory and can never be removed.

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon's face, which was originally full of contempt, became serious again! There is no doubt that this angel shadow shining with warm light... is the essence of the warp embraced by Archangel Sanguinius in the past ten thousand years.

Chaos Warmaster thought that the archangel who was eroded by the power of chaos had lost all resistance, but in fact... Abaddon was very wrong.

The archangel not only has the power to resist! Moreover, it is enough to take away all the traitors present in one wave.

Unlike the solemnity and dignified face of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, the plague prince Mortarion, who also belongs to the traitor camp, has a face full of pus and blisters, but his face reveals a strong unwillingness and jealousy.

Before the Horus Heresy, Archangel Sanguinius helped Mortarion several times! But looking at such a perfect and pure Archangel, Mortarion's heart still flashed with jealousy and murderous intent.

Strictly speaking, Mortarion, who was promoted to the Demon Prince, did not actually embrace his own Warp nature.

The reason why Plague Prince Mortarion and several other Demon Primarchs can have their current power is entirely the generous gift from the Chaos Gods.

Of course, in fact, these traitors who have betrayed the glory of the throne have forever lost the opportunity to embrace the Warp nature.