Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The burning of the psychic flames made Erebas wail in pain! At the same time, Magnus was also using the crystal scepter in his hand to release healing spells at a very fast frequency.

Destruction and healing, two completely different powers flowed on Erebas' body...

The last second, the body of this shit-stirring stick was burned into a pile of charcoal by the blazing flames! And the next second, the psychic power with a light green light once again transformed the unconscious charcoal into flesh and blood.

Pain, endless pain echoed in Erebas' soul!

If no miracle happened, then Cartier today would become Erebas's grave.

Although Erebas was a sinister and despicable villain, it did not mean that the betrayer's brain was not working.

Erebas knew very well that his death was doomed! !

Since the ending of death could not be changed, then Erebas certainly could not use such a submissive tone... to greet his destined death.

Under the severe torture, Erebas forced himself to stand up.

This despicable betrayer stared at Magnus and Angron with a cold gaze, and after two long silences... Erebas uttered a vicious curse.

"I will curse you in hell! Wait, it won't be long... You will definitely fall into the hands of the Imperial Regent and the Corpse King! My end will also be repeated on you soon!" Erebas roared fiercely.

But it was obvious that the threat from this troublemaker was not enough to make the two demon primarchs show any emotion.

The Lord of Red Sand, who had long lost his consciousness, was still roaring angrily, while Magnus, the Lord of Prospero, only showed a scornful smile.

"Erebus, has no one taught you? When you meet the great demon primarch, you should kneel down and speak!" A bright light suddenly bloomed in Magnus' pupils, and then... a terrifying pressure that was enough to suffocate instantly acted on Erebus' body.

In the face of this terrifying pressure, Erebus, who had lost most of his strength, had no power to resist at all.

Fortunately, Erebus was protected by the power of the Prince of Pleasure, otherwise... this despicable betrayer should have turned into a pool of bloody meat paste as soon as this power acted on him.

Under the oppression of this terrifying power, Erebus, who was wrapped in psychic flames, was once again forced to kneel on the land of Cartier.

At this moment, Erebus's painful wailing and begging for mercy... made Angron, who was swallowed by the rage of war, regain his sanity for a short time.

Angron, who regained his sanity, rarely showed a trace of calmness.

The powerful demon prince recognized Erebus, and at the same time... Angron also found the scene of the Word Bearers' Primarch falling on Macragge from his slightly vague memory.

Huojia, the initiator of Angron's tragedy, has fallen, and the soul of the Nutherian gladiator... has turned to ashes thousands of years ago.

In a sense, the obsession that supported Angron to wander in this cold galaxy for ten thousand years has dissipated.

But at this moment, Angron, who has regained his sanity, did not show any anger! The huge red monster ignored Magnus standing beside him, and then locked his eyes on Erebus's body.

Angron, with a calm face, tightly grasped the two chain saw axes in his hands. In the slightly horrified eyes of Erebus... the Lord of Red Sand walked slowly but firmly to Erebus's side.

The calm Angron wanted to say something to Erebus, the despicable troublemaker, but at this moment... the Butcher's Nail rooted in the brain of the Demon Prince was awakened from dormancy after losing the supply of anger.

The Butcher's Nail is a dark creation born on the slave planet Nuseria! Since Angron's childhood, this blasphemous creation has been implanted into the human brain by the nobles and slave owners on the planet.

Angron used to be a noble man full of compassion and reason! In the Emperor's original vision, the legion led by the Lord of Red Sand would become the most rational among all legions like the Ultramarines.

But all this was completely destroyed the moment the Butcher's Nail was implanted in Angron's brain.

The Butcher's Nail rooted in Angron's brain is an eternal torture for the demon primarch! Even the great Lord of Mankind is helpless against this blasphemous creation directly connected to the brain.

It is no exaggeration to say that the reason why Angron turned away from the glory of the Golden Throne... apart from the Emperor's indifferent treatment of him, was entirely because of the pain brought by the Butcher's Nails.

This filthy and blasphemous creation would make Angron feel unspeakable pain every moment! Even the Primarchs with extraordinary pain tolerance could not hold on for too long under this endless pain.

Only when Angron was fully immersed in killing and fighting, would the pain brought to the demon Primarch by the Butcher's Nails be slightly alleviated.

It is for this reason that Angron has been releasing his rage on the various demon worlds deep in the Eye of Terror for the past ten thousand years...

At this moment, the Butcher's Nail, which had been silent, once again inflicted pain on Angron's brain.

Unspeakable severe pain spread from the cerebral cortex to every corner of Angron's body. This level of pain was enough to drive the Primarch into madness again...

If it were normal, Angron would naturally be inspired into endless rage again... and then indulge in endless fighting and killing.

But today is a unique day! !

The Lord of Red Sand, Angron, relied on his terrifying willpower to suppress this unspeakable pain and war rage.

The demon primarch walked with heavy steps and slowly came to the side of Erebas who was tortured by pain.

The Lord of Red Sand looked down from above and ignited the fuse of the Horus Heresy.

Compared with Angron who was once in a furious state... the gaze of the Lord of Red Sand was not threatening, but for Erebas, this gaze made him feel an indescribable fear! ! !

Time passes slowly and unconsciously! !

But after dozens of long minutes, Angron, the Lord of Red Sand, still had no intention of taking action.

Looking at the two people who fell into silence in the distance, Lord Prospero, who was standing on the edge of the battlefield, gradually felt an indescribable anxiety in his heart.

Lord Prospero only let Angron get close to Erebus because Magnus wanted to see the Daemon Primarch torturing Erebus.

At this moment, Erebus's hands are already stained with the blood of countless thousands of warriors! !

If Angron felt that killing Erebus was not in line with his status, Lord Prospero was more than willing to do it for his brother.

Just when Magnus was about to suppress Erebus's body under his arcane throne and throw his soul into the eternal fire... to bear its burning forever, Ange, who had been silent all this time, Long suddenly made a move.

After suppressing it for a long time, Angron, the Lord of Red Sand, finally showed a cold expression on his face.

Unparalleled murderous rage was released from this red monster...

The anger that filled the pupils of the demon primarch suddenly burst out like a cracked ice lake! At this moment, Angron no longer suppressed the pain of the Butcher's Nail...

Almost instantly, the pain that surged like a tide completely overwhelmed Angron, who had given up resistance! Under the painful torture, the fury of war, burning like a flame, also came at this moment.

The great blessing from the Brass Throne came to the body of the Demon Prince without hesitation! At this moment, Angron's power, fueled by the fury of war, had risen to an extremely terrifying level.

In the eyes of Erebus full of fear and shock, the chain ax wrapped in bloody flames in the hands of the Lord of Red Sand, carrying terrifying kinetic energy... struck the traitor fiercely!

A bloody aura like a sea of ​​​​blood from a lion mountain rushed towards his face. Such a terrifying aura... even made Erebas see the vision of hell in a trance.

At this moment, the betrayer's last psychological defense had completely collapsed! If God gives Erebus another chance to choose, then he will never lead the Word Bearers Legion into this muddy water.

In this Battle of Cartier, which could affect the future of the entire galaxy, the Word Bearers Legion, which was born during the Great Crusade, has been completely reduced to history! Even Erebus himself could not escape the end of death.

Of course, Angron did not directly attack Erebus's fatal part.

Although the war fury from Khorne has completely swallowed up the Lord of Red Sand, the last trace of reason remaining in the depths of his soul is still telling Angron... He cannot let the bastard Erebus die so happily.

Angron, the Lord of Red Sand, turned Erebas's ankles into meat paste with his first swipe!

The nerve endings transmit the burning pain like fire to the brain, and the flames of war filled with bloody smell... also subtly infiltrate Erebus's body through the wounds, making the betrayer feel The pain is more intense.

Angron's second swipe shattered Erebus's leg bones like tofu.

At this moment, Erebus had completely lost hope of standing up! Nothing in the galaxy could heal the wounds in Erebus's body save the great Chaos Gods.

Next is the third time, the fourth time...

Angron, shrouded in madness and anger, was like a ruthless machine, repeating swiping movements simply and efficiently...

Angron's face covered with eight-pointed star runes was full of coldness. Whenever the chain ax burning with blood-red flames fell along with the roar of the original body, Erebus always screamed in agony. Will come as promised.

At the beginning, Erebus's screams seemed very powerful!

Although this despicable traitor is not the original demon, but with the blessing of the Prince of Joy... Erebus still possesses amazing resilience.

Although this recovery ability is not enough to heal the wounds caused by Angron, if it just keeps Erebus awake... it can still be done.

At this moment, Erebus's heart was already wrapped in deep regret! !

If he had not accepted the great blessing from the Prince of Joy, there would not have been this mess! There would be no such painful and desperate scene now...

But unfortunately, there is no such thing as regret medicine in this cold and crazy galaxy.

The angry roar of Angron, Lord of Red Sand, echoed on the land of Cartier! This torture against Erebas lasted for dozens of Terra hours...

Every swing of Angron could make Erebas scream extremely fiercely! Gradually, the voice of this charlatan gradually became lower.

Erebas' vocal cords were on the verge of collapse in the scream! Although this despicable betrayer could still clearly feel the pain, he no longer had any physical strength to maintain the disgusting scream.

Until a certain moment, Angron, who had long been swallowed by rage, suddenly stopped without warning.

The demon primarch wrapped in the flames of war stood in front of Erebas, looking at this pathetic betrayer with a suffocating cold look.

Compared with normal Astartes, Erebas' original body looked extremely petite for some reason! But after receiving the great blessing from the Prince of Pleasure, Erebas' body has reached a height of nearly three meters.

Looking at all the Astartes in this galaxy, this level of height is enough to be regarded as superior to others.

But for Erebas, he would rather change back to that petite body at this moment.

At least in that case, the pain he needs to endure can be reduced a little bit...

At this moment, Erebas's body, which was originally considered huge... has been completely smashed into a pile of meat paste by the furious Angron.

Except for a head that has long been wrapped in pain, the rest of Erebas' body has long turned into a pool of blurred meat paste! !

The pile of wreckage mixed with flesh and steel on the ground of this tragic battlefield is the last thing left of Erebas, the biggest troublemaker in the galaxy, in this world.

Of course, although Erebas only has a head left intact... but thanks to the great blessing of the Prince of Pleasure, this despicable betrayer still maintains a clear consciousness.

Even though Erebas' body had been completely smashed into pulp by Angron, the endless pain like a tide... was still impacting the nerves of this traitor.

Erebas' soul was on the verge of collapse! Now he no longer hoped to survive in the hands of the Primarch, he only wanted to beg for Angron's mercy... and pray that this demon prince would grant him an eternal death.