Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

And at this moment, the great Lord of Humanity still hasn't given his warriors any oracle!

As mentioned before, this will be a desperate battle with no survivors! !

The Imperial Regent held the copper-colored Emperor's Sword tightly in his palm. Although the Emperor's own son showed undisguised contempt for the existence of the Demon Primarch... But in fact, facing the combat power of six Demon Primarchs at the same time, the Imperial Regent still felt a mountain of pressure.

Although the betrayers have been as embarrassed as dogs who lost their homes in the past century, these despicable betrayers have not made no progress.

The Chaos Gods sitting in the sky are always full of malice towards humans and the Empire!

Following the will of the Chaos Gods, the Demon Primarchs who have turned away from the glory of the throne have gained more power than before! Compared with a century ago, the power of the betrayers has almost increased several times.

Long before Chaos Warmaster Abaddon and the demonic primarchs officially implemented this conspiracy, this group of despicable betrayers had already promised a victory to the Chaos Gods.

They will kill the Imperial Regent on the barren land of the fortress world Cartier and offer the head of the Imperial Regent as a sacrifice... to the great Chaos Gods.

The war between the loyalists and the betrayers broke out completely at this moment! !

The Lord of Prospero, holding a crystal scepter, stood on the barren land of Cartier. The psychic power like a tide rushed out from the betrayer, condensing tens of thousands of Chaos runes in the void.

Nearly a thousand psychic wizards from the Thousand Sons Legion gathered beside the Father of Genes, injecting all the psychic energy in their bodies into the scepters in their hands to provide blessings for the psychic spells chanted by the Father of Genes.

The power of Magnus the Red and thousands of psychic wizards gathered together, and finally formed a psychic spell that almost split time and space.

The Thousand Sons Legion is not targeting only the Imperial Regent!

In addition to the Imperial Regent, who is the most targeted, the loyal Golden Legion and Astartes are also the targets of this group of traitors.

Accompanied by the blasphemous chants of Magnus and the psychic wizards, the flaming meteors filled with the power of chaos fell from the sky thousands of meters above.

Facing this psychic spell that can destroy a city, the psychic think tanks from the Salamanders and White Scars Legions raised their scepters at the same time.

The loyal think tanks praised the reputation of the Father of Genes! Amid the angry chants, a psychic barrier shining with light blue light stretched across the sky above the loyalists.

In an instant, the flaming meteors with terrifying kinetic energy collided fiercely with the heavy psychic barrier.

At this moment, the noisy battlefield seemed to fall into a strange silence.

The blazing flaming meteors collided fiercely with the heavy psychic barrier!

Under the hideous smiles of the betrayers and the gazes of the Astartes, the blazing flame meteor melted an imperceptible crack on the thick psychic barrier.

Accompanied by a clear sound like glass breaking, the cracks covering the psychic barrier expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye! In just a few breaths, the spider-web-like cracks had completely covered the psychic barrier.

After embracing the power of the Lord of Change, the power of the Thousand Sons Legion psychic wizards has become extremely terrifying! Coupled with the guidance of the Lord of Prospero, this suffocating psychic spell was finally formed.

The psychic barrier condensed by the think tanks alone is obviously not enough to resist this surging sky-falling fire.

The only thing to be thankful for is that before this surging flame meteor completely disintegrated the psychic barrier, the imperial warriors withdrew from the area covered by the flame meteor at the fastest speed under the cover of the think tank units.

Except for some Imperial warriors who were too far forward, the warp magic chanted by Magnus, Prospero, did not cause much damage to the warriors led by the Imperial Regent.

"Followers of the Corpse King, your struggle is ridiculous to me!" Lord Prospero roared hoarsely, "I just let you escape by chance, then... you will feel the wrath of the God of Arcane with your life!"

Along with the extremely angry roar of Lord Prospero, a suffocating psychic power began to brew in Magnus' body again.

There is no doubt that the fallen Lord Prospero is preparing another terrifying warp spell.

Just a flaming meteor of Magnus almost caused the Astartes to suffer heavy damage. If this attack of Lord Prospero was really brewed... then the Imperial warriors would suffer extremely painful trauma.

In order to prevent Magnus from releasing psychic spells, think tank units from various legions gathered together! The loyal Astartes held their scepters and tried to counter Magnus' chanting with the same spell.

But unfortunately, the Astartes' efforts were doomed to fail from the beginning.

It is true that the Astartes who are qualified to become Legion Librarians have extremely high psychic talents! But in front of the Red Devil Magnus who is proficient in warp magic, the resistance of the Librarian units is as ridiculous as a child's trick.

The Librarians' counterattack against Magnus ended in failure! Even a few of the Librarian units fell into a coma because of Magnus's counterattack.

After a few short minutes, the psychic spell brewed by Magnus and the Thousand Sons Legion was coming to an end! The lead-gray clouds had covered the sky at some point, and the dazzling lightning containing terrifying energy was rolling between the clouds.

This was a psychic spell with the external manifestation of thunder! Once it completely exploded in the array of loyalists, thousands of Astartes would be killed.

The think tank units roared and suppressed the psychic power in their bodies, trying to prevent this spell from falling on the earth at the cost of burning their souls.

But unfortunately, the resistance of the think tanks was still in vain in the end! ! !

But just as the warp magic chanted by Magnus was about to fall, a scorching breath shining with golden light suddenly enveloped this despicable betrayer.

Under the burning of this scorching breath, every inch of Lord Prospero's skin felt the pain like being burned by fire! Even the soul of the Red Devil Magnus had a tiny crack under the scorching flame.

If Magnus continued to chant, then what awaited this traitor... was a severe soul injury from the blazing Emperor's fire.

And such a consequence was naturally something that Lord Prospero was unwilling to bear.

Under helplessness, Magnus finally gave up forcibly chanting this psychic spell.

When Lord Prospero gave up injecting psychic energy into the crystal scepter, the lead-gray dark clouds that originally covered the sky instantly dissipated without a trace.

The sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the loyalists had come to an end, and before Magnus and other demon primarchs launched another attack, the loyal imperial warriors had already taken countermeasures.

The imperial warriors shouted the name of the Imperial Regent and launched a massive charge towards the array of traitors who embraced the power of chaos.

In just a few breaths, thousands of loyal warriors had been completely mixed with the traitors like a tide.

Under this situation, large-scale attacks like psychic spells that do not distinguish between friend and foe obviously cannot be used again.

In a sense, the imperial warriors have won themselves a moment of respite.

But as the most beloved demon prince of the Lord of Change, Tzeentch, Magnus, the Lord of Prospero, has mastered tens of thousands of psychic spells.

And among these vast psychic spells, there are many large-scale lethal spells that can distinguish between friend and foe!

After a series of setbacks, Lord Prospero still did not give up the plan to destroy the Astartes with spells! With the blessing of the Thousand Sons psychic wizards, Magnus once again began to chant a psychic spell.

But this time, the Imperial Regent did not intend to leave this guy half a chance! !

"Magnus, damned traitor! Do you treat me like air?" The Imperial Regent's angry roar echoed on the land of Cartier.

At some point, the Imperial Regent, whose body was burning with golden flames, had come to the side of Lord Prospero.

The Imperial Regent's body was wrapped in the blazing Emperor's fire, but through the golden flames as dazzling as the sun... one could still see several scars left on the Imperial Regent's body by the traitor.

The Imperial Regent, who controlled the power of purification, was not afraid of the erosion of the power of chaos, but the power remaining in the wounds... was a terrifying energy with a quality far higher than the power of chaos.

If nothing unexpected happened, these energies attached to the bones should come from the blasphemous Chaos Gods.

Although the Imperial Regent's body had long been scarred by the siege of the traitors, as a Primarch who had embraced the essence of the warp... the Imperial Regent's power was still incomparable to the Red Devil Magnus.

Although Lord Prospero had made evasive moves in time for the existence of the Imperial Regent! Unfortunately, the Imperial Regent's actions were faster than this despicable betrayer.

With Lord Prospero's dynamic vision, he could not even fully capture the Imperial Regent's trajectory.

Before this despicable betrayer could react, the Imperial Regent's heavy fist wrapped in golden psychic energy and the Emperor's fire had already landed on Magnus' face.

The Imperial Regent's angry blow carried extremely terrifying kinetic energy!

Facing this terrifying power, even Magnus, who was also a Primarch, seemed as small as a lone boat in the wind and rain! Under the impact of powerful kinetic energy, Magnus's huge body flew backwards hundreds of meters away.

The Imperial Regent's terrifying blow angered the Thousand Sons Legion guarding Magnus.

Although most of the Thousand Sons have degenerated into soulless red letter warriors, the belief of guarding the Primarch... is still deeply imprinted on the bodies of these betrayers.

The betrayers who embraced the power of Chaos raised their psychic scepters and power swords and launched a fierce attack like a tide towards the direction of the Imperial Regent.

"In vain!!!" A scornful smile appeared on the face of the Imperial Regent.

The powerful Magnus like Prospero was not enough to match the Imperial Regent, and these Thousand Sons Legion warriors with weak melee ability... were as fragile as ants in front of the Imperial Regent.

The filthy warp spells and the bombs containing the power of Chaos could not pose any threat to the Imperial Regent.

For these despicable betrayers, the stand barrier opened by the Holy Armor alone is as indestructible as the Wall of Sighs in the myth of ancient Terra.

The warp spells with colorful light bombarded the stand barrier of the Holy Armor, but could only splash a tiny ripple on it.

"It seems that Magnus has not taught you what the most basic respect is!" The Imperial Regent stared at this group of daring betrayers with a cold look like the Far North.

"Are you provoking me? Loyalty and courage are indeed extremely valuable qualities, but when the object of your loyalty is the Chaos Gods... your loyalty has become something disgusting."

"The former Lord of Prospero should have taught you!" Along with the words of the Imperial Regent full of murderous intent, the golden psychic energy as bright as the sun surged out from the depths of the Imperial Regent's soul like a tide.

"Don't provoke an opponent stronger than you when you are not absolutely sure of victory!!!"

Following the will of the Imperial Regent, the blazing Emperor's Fire fell from the sky in an instant.

The power of chaos carried by the psychic wizards of the Thousand Sons Legion is the best fuel for the Emperor's Fire.

When the traitors of the Thousand Sons Legion were still trying to struggle, the death bestowed on them by the Imperial Regent and the great Lord of Humanity had quietly arrived.

Almost in an instant, the blazing Emperor's Fire engulfed this group of pathetic traitors!

Facing the terrifying high temperature and erosion of the Emperor's Fire, the Thousand Sons wizards who controlled countless psychic spells were quickly burned into a pile of hot ashes.

In addition to the Red Letter Warriors who had completely lost their souls, the number of Thousand Sons wizards who fell in the Emperor's Fire had exceeded the terrifying three-digit number.

Although the three-digit number does not seem to be too much, since the Burning of Prospero and Amanda's research on forbidden spells to create the Rubric Warriors... there are only a few thousand Astartes in the entire Thousand Sons Legion.

And the vast majority of them are the ancient soldiers who survived from the "Burning of Prospero" ten thousand years ago.

For the Thousand Sons Legion, whose population has been declining due to gene seed defects and Amanda's experiments, the death of more than three digits of Thousand Sons mages... is undoubtedly an extremely terrifying blow.