Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Even Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, who possessed the Phoenix Sword, could never gain the upper hand over the Imperial Regent.

Even if the Imperial Regent was doomed to fall, if he wanted... he could let a few despicable betrayers be buried with him forever before the eternal death came.

A subtle fear had quietly surged into Perturabo's heart.

And on the battlefield, the fear buried in his heart had already sown the seeds of failure.

Iron Lord Perturabo threw away the nearly scrapped Forgebreaker Hammer in his hand, and took out a sword from the Titan backpack he had been carrying behind him.

Although this sword did not have a legendary story like the Forgebreaker Hammer, it was made by the Iron Warrior Warsmith... It was still a high-level weapon that was enough to make every warrior crazy.

But it was obvious that this sword still could not withstand the sharpness of the Emperor's Sword.

The blazing Emperor's Sword shattered the sword in Perturabo's hand like a hot knife cutting butter.

In the next few minutes, Iron Lord Perturabo once again took out dozens of weapons of various shapes from the Titan backpack behind him.

But unfortunately, these weapons still couldn't stop the cold offensive of the Imperial Regent! ! !

In just a few minutes, the weapons that several Iron Warriors war blacksmiths spent hundreds of years forging had completely become a pile of scrap metal.

When the numb Iron Lord once again reached for the Titan backpack behind him, Perturabo was shocked to find that... the Titan backpack that was originally full of weapons was now empty.

On a battlefield full of death, blood and cruelty, losing weapons means death.

But Iron Lord Perturabo was not ready to face death! !

This despicable traitor unloaded the Titan backpack on his back, and then threw it towards the direction of the Imperial Regent with a cold grin.

In addition to being used to carry weapons, the Titan backpack itself is also an extremely powerful neutron bomb.

The explosion of a neutron bomb will emit countless terrifying energy rays, and in the center of the explosion... even the concepts of time and space will be temporarily disordered.

Even the Lord of Humanity ten thousand years ago would never be able to escape from such a terrifying explosion.

And this neutron bomb is also the last killing weapon equipped by Perturabo for this war.

A ray of cold light flashed in the pupils of this despicable betrayer, and Perturabo seemed to have seen the scene of the Imperial Regent completely falling in the explosion.

But unfortunately, the idea of ​​this betrayer is destined to not become a reality! !

The blazing Emperor's Fire formed a golden barrier around the Imperial Regent. The explosion caused by the neutron bomb was indeed powerful to an incredible degree... but it still could not tear apart the Imperial Regent's protection.

When Perturabo would come back to his senses from the powerful power of the Imperial Regent, the indifferent Imperial Regent had already come to the front of this despicable betrayer.

The burning Emperor's sword passed through with a sound like a ghost's scream, and then stabbed straight into the most vulnerable throat of the Lord of Steel Perturabo.

"Damned traitor, prepare to meet your destined death!!" The cold voice of the Imperial Regent echoed over this desolate land.

But facing the imminent death, Perturabo's face, which was full of traces of transformation, revealed a trace of extremely sarcastic smile.

"I will not fall on this desolate planet!" Perturabo stared at the Imperial Regent quietly, "I have bought enough time for Magnus. Next... the witchcraft from Lord Prospero will burn everything here to ashes."

"Then let's wait and see! Let's see whether Magnus will burn this place to ashes, or I will hang his head on the wall as a trophy."

The Imperial Regent kicked Perturabo over without mercy, and then stabbed the Emperor's Sword in his hand straight into the head of the traitor.

Accompanied by a light sound of puffing, the dark blood flowing with the power of chaos and some dark green lubricant instantly burst onto this land.

In the past ten thousand years, the Lord of Steel Perturabo had already carried out a full range of mechanical transformation on his body! Even the most important brain of flesh and blood life was replaced with machinery in Perturabo's transformation.

Although the burning Emperor's Sword had penetrated the betrayer's brain, it still failed to completely kill the Lord of Steel Perturabo.

Perturabo's second core hidden in the spine continued to operate, and the traitor who collapsed on the ground gave a sarcastic smile...

"I will watch you roll into hell with my own eyes!" Perturabo's disgusting voice echoed over the land.

"Not dead yet?" The Imperial Regent raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Then watch and see how weak Magnus, whom you admire, is!"

The Imperial Regent used the Emperor's Sword to cut off Perturabo's limbs to ensure that this despicable traitor could not affect the subsequent battle situation.

When Perturabo completely lost the ability to resist, the Imperial Regent once again cast a solemn gaze on the Lord of Prospero floating in the sky.

Only a few minutes had passed since Perturabo and the Imperial Regent fought.

But for Magnus, who has the blessing of the Lord of Change, just a few minutes are enough to complete the brewing of a subspace witchcraft.

Accompanied by some extremely crazy and blasphemous murmurs, Lord Prospero's huge red body slowly floated hundreds of meters high in the sky.

Countless blasphemous runes surrounded Magnus, accompanied by distant and hoarse chants... The power of chaos in the entire fortress world of Cartier was converging towards the location of Lord Prospero.

The power of chaos emanating from Magnus has become so intense that it has almost become a substance.

There is no doubt that this is definitely a killing move for Magnus like Prospero to kill with one blow.

In a sense, the Imperial Regent with a golden soul is more powerful in psychic control than Magnus, Lord of Prospero.

This level of subspace witchcraft can indeed bring a certain degree of trouble to the Imperial Regent, but it will never be able to completely kill the Imperial Regent who is also a psyker.

Although the Imperial Regent was able to preserve his own life under the cover of subspace witchcraft, the Custodes Guards and Astartes who followed the Imperial Regent... were not as powerful as the Imperial Regent.

If the Imperial Regent does not do something, then this group of loyal warriors will never be able to escape their destined death, and it will be an extremely tragic ending.

But the Imperial Regent never believed in death and destruction! ! !

Magnus, suspended high in the sky, has completed his final preparations.

Accompanied by some radical and blasphemous whispers, a tsunami-like suffocating psychic power swept around Magnus's body.

The filthy and blasphemous subspace power flashed with a bright and colorful blasphemous light! !

Amidst the increasingly high-pitched blasphemous chants of Magnus, the Lord of Prospero, a hurricane of destruction filled with the power of chaos slowly took shape in the void.

This terrifying black hurricane contains the suffocating power of chaos! !

As the black hurricane swept across, everything on the earth was violently swept thousands of meters into the sky.

Whether it was cold metal debris, the remains of loyalists, or the fragments of the Chaos Demon remaining in the physical universe... they were all torn apart by this black hurricane and floated high to the end of the sky.

Even the soldiers following the Imperial Regent were involuntarily moving towards the center of the hurricane under the torment of the storm.

When the air pressure caused by the hurricane reached the limit that the physical universe could bear, the black hurricane slowly tore apart the curtain between reality and illusion in the shocked eyes of the loyalists.

Thousands of beautiful cracks were torn out in the direction of the hurricane! Every crack is unreservedly connected to the cold and crazy sea of ​​souls.

For the life forms existing in the physical universe, the power of chaos permeating the sea of ​​souls is undoubtedly an extremely potent poison.

Except for the Primarchs who possess the essence of subspace, even the most powerful Astartes... cannot travel in the sea of ​​souls with their own bodies.

It is no exaggeration to say that once you are drawn into the crazy sea of ​​souls by the crack... then this means that the cold death has completely arrived! !

The Imperial Regent would never allow Magnus to drag loyal Imperial warriors into the Sea of ​​Souls.

"Magnus, you will pay the price of death for what you have done!" The Imperial Regent let out an angry and hoarse roar.

Along with the imperial regent's roar, a ray of golden light as bright as the sun began to flicker in his pupils.

Following the will of the imperial regent, golden spiritual energy like a tide surged out from the depths of his soul in an extremely arrogant manner! !

Golden spiritual energy slowly gathered in the physical universe, and finally formed a giant spiritual energy barrier that exuded bright light in front of the loyalists.

The traction force emanating from the center of the black hurricane was resisted by this thick barrier.

Indeed, the hurricane spell released by Magnus, Lord of Prospero... has become so powerful that it is beyond the imagination of mortals.

But corresponding to its destructive power is the massive consumption of this spell! ! !

Even though Magnus has the blessing of Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, he can only last for a few minutes at most with the spiritual energy reserves in the traitor's body.

The moment Lord Prospero completely exhausts his spiritual energy, this black hurricane created by Magnus himself will lose its strength to support... and completely dissipate on the desolate land of Cartier.

In other words, the Imperial warriors only need to survive the initial dangerous time to survive this unprecedented psychic spell.

But while the Imperial warriors were struggling to support themselves under the protection of the Imperial Regent, Magnus, suspended in the sky, clutched the crystal scepter in his hand... towards the loyalists standing on the earth. A dive was launched.

The death of hundreds of Thousand Sons warriors has completely driven Lord Prospero into madness.

The traitor who has embraced the power of Chaos is willing to burn his own soul to make the loyalists led by the Imperial Regent pay the price of death.

The blasphemous chants of Lord Prospero once again resounded across the desolate land.

Accompanied by the blasphemous chanting that made people's scalps numb, the chaotic power that was almost condensed into substance began to slowly gather in the void above Cartier.

After a brief moment, a subspace rift shining with colorful light slowly opened above the sky of Cartier.

The sky covered by the power of chaos bloomed with blasphemous colorful light, and extremely rich chaotic power surged out from this huge rift.

With his psychic talent beyond ordinary people's imagination, the Imperial Regent could clearly feel the terrifying existence hidden behind this rift.

The terrifying existence born from the sea of ​​souls was trying to pass through this crack and truly descend into the physical universe to set off a massacre of death and destruction.

At this moment, there were only two completely different paths in front of the Imperial Regent.

The Imperial Regent could use his powerful psychic power to completely close the subspace rift that Magnus had not yet fully opened! And the subspace entity that had not yet descended into the physical universe naturally lost its opportunity to descend.

But once the Imperial Regent takes back his psychic power used to support the psychic barrier, what awaits the loyal people... is an inevitable fall and death.

Or, the Imperial Regent can choose to continue to hold on to the psychic barrier, but the price is to add another fierce general to the Chaos camp that already occupies the upper position! !

No matter which choice is made, it is extremely unfavorable for the current situation faced by the loyalists.

The balance of victory and defeat is gradually tilting towards the betrayers of Chaos justice, and the goddess of victory seems to have completely given up on the loyalists who are fighting bloody battles.

The Imperial Regent clenched the Emperor's sword in his palm. After a moment of deep consideration, the Imperial Regent decided to protect the loyal Imperial warriors at all costs.

As long as the last loyal warrior has not completely fallen, the fortress world Cartier will always be in the hands of the Empire and mankind! !

Humanity and the Empire have not completely failed! !

A brilliant golden light flashed in the eyes of the Imperial Regent. If the situation really develops to the worst, then the Imperial Regent will destroy all the threats from Chaos on the barren land of the fortress world Cartier even if it means burning his own life and soul.

As early as the moment they set out from the Eagle Fortress, the loyal Imperial warriors were ready to offer their lives and souls to the Emperor.