Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Even if it is only one thousandth of the knowledge, it is enough to bring Magnus a terrifying help.

If we only talk about spells of mass destruction, then even if we look at the entire galaxy and even the cold and windy sea of ​​souls... no one can match it.

The warp magic that Lord Prospero is chanting at this moment is one of the taboos stored in the Black Library by the great Lord of Change, Tzeentch.

The name of this warp magic is called "Material Deprivation"!

This is a very recognizable name. It can be seen from the name... This warp magic has the terrifying power to deprive matter.

In the field of warp magic, there is an almost eternal rule: "The more powerful the warp magic, the longer the time and preparation required."

The almost endless Black Library records millions of chaos magics! Most chaos magic does not require too high a caster, but if it is a taboo stored on the top floor of the library...

Most chaos wizards are not qualified to study or even use it!

The most powerful forbidden magic recorded in the Black Library, even if the Lord of Change Tzeentch came in person, it would take up to half an hour to chant.

For most other Chaos wizards, the Black Library is a great miracle that is out of reach.

But compared with ordinary Chaos wizards, Magnus's power has exceeded the imagination of mortals.

For the great Lord Prospero, chanting the Chaos magic of this level of material deprivation... only takes a few minutes of chanting.

In most cases, these few minutes are not enough to be called time! But in the war between the two demon primarchs, these few minutes are even enough to determine the outcome of the war.

The crazy Gron did not intend to give Magnus a chance to chant! !

The blazing flames of war ignited from Angron's body, and followed closely... a strong smell of sulfur! !

Most demons who believe in the Lord of Brass Khorne will emit this iconic breath, and once this breath appears, it means that the demon has been completely enraged.

In the roar of great anger, the terrifying demon Angron, Lord of Red Sand, leaped high.

Such a terrifying force even caused spider-web-like cracks to appear on the ground under the feet of this demon primarch.

The chainsaw axe in Angron's hand cut through the air, with a whine like the wail of a dead soul... and fiercely chopped at Magnus who was suspended in the air.

The psychic barrier blocking Magnus was shattered at the touch! !

Facing the slash from the Lord of Red Sand, this seemingly thick psychic barrier actually did not play any defensive role at all! !

Angron's chainsaw axe was almost not hindered, and it chopped hard on Magnus' body.

The body of each gene primarch is extremely tough.

Therefore, Angron's angry blow did not completely split Magnus in half!

But even so, Magnus, Lord of Prospero, was still severely injured by Angron's attack! The two burning chainsaw axes left a hideous scar on Magnus's huge body.

Through this huge wound, Angron could even clearly see the wriggling internal organs in Magnus' chest.

The war and blood power from the Lord of Brass lingered on Magnus's wound, preventing the body of the Primarch from repairing its own injuries.

Such a serious injury is fatal even for a powerful demon Primarch.

But it is obvious that the proud Lord Prospero did not show any intention to treat his wounds.

This huge red giant seemed to feel no pain and still stubbornly chanted the filthy warp magic...

The pungent bloody smell permeated the land of Cartier, and along with the bloody smell... there was also the power of chaos that was almost condensed into substance.

The uneasiness in Angron's heart became more and more intense! At the same time, the bloody smell in the air also made Angron more crazy.

The butcher's nails rooted in the demon prince's cerebral cortex emitted a dull humming sound. Under the stimulation of severe pain... the Lord of Red Sand once again erupted in a suffocating rage.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood!!

Under the cover of this bloody smell, Angron frantically chopped Magnus's body with the chain saw axe in his hand...

Every time the Lord of Red Sand chopped, he could leave a deep scar on Magnus's body that could be seen to the bone! And the power of Khorne entrenched on it always prevented the demon prince from repairing his injuries.

This was a short and long time!!!

Until the end, Magnus's body had become a pile of scattered minced meat! Judging from the appearance alone, such a serious injury was enough to make Magnus fall dozens of times...

But unfortunately, the heart of the Lord of Prospero, which was protected by the bone plate, was still beating tenaciously! At least in the short term, Magnus would never fall so easily on this land.

When the furious Angron was about to use all his strength to remove Magnus' head from his body with the chainsaw axe in his hand... the Lord of Prospero's chanting of the warp magic came to an end.

Purple blood filled with the power of chaos slowly dripped along Magnus' huge body. Hundreds of bone-deep scars were slowly depriving the Lord Prospero of his life... But in this regard, Magnus didn't care.

There is only one thought in Lord Prospero's mind now, which is to use the spiritual power accumulated in his hands to give Angron eternal rest.

"Rest in peace, my brother!" Magnus roared with his last strength, "I hope I can live a happier life in hell than now!!!"

An extremely blasphemous warp formation unfolded beside Lord Prospero.

This formation, which compressed countless chaotic forces, swallowed the remains of Lord Prospero, and then teleported the seriously injured Magnus back to the Wizard Star deep in the Sea of ​​Souls.

On the devastated land of Cartier! !

Angron, Lord of the Red Sand, was roaring crazily because of Magnus' disappearance.

Already consumed by the fury of war, the Primarch did not notice that hundreds of thousands of blasphemous runes surrounded him.

The suffocating spiritual light began to slowly flow on the land of Cartier! A sense of despair that death was imminent began to permeate deep in Angron's heart.

By the time Angron, dominated by the fury of war, felt the crisis coming, it was already too late.

The chaos runes that surrounded Angron glowed with light as bright and dazzling as the sun! Within the range covered by these hundreds of thousands of chaos runes, all matter slowly disintegrated and dissipated under the wash of spiritual power.

Whether it was flesh, blood, dust, or the metal remains left by the soldiers on the battlefield, they all slowly disintegrated into smoke and dust under the influence of this spiritual power.

Even Angron, the prince of Khorne who has the blessing of the Lord of Brass, is not immune to this terrifying power under such circumstances! !

Even though Angron's soul has been swallowed up by the fury of war, he can still clearly feel that... his body is gradually disintegrating into fine dust under the influence of this chaotic witchcraft.

Angron, who fell into madness, tried to escape from the range covered by the rune! !

Predictably, all his attempts ended in failure!

Cartier at this moment is the place where Angron, the Lord of Red Sand, is destined to fall.

As time went by, the terrifying angry roar gradually subsided! When the dim light raised by Magnus's chaos witchcraft dissipated, Angron's huge body had already disintegrated into smoke and dust under the influence of witchcraft.

After losing both the caster and the attack target, the Chaos Rune, which had lost all energy support, finally returned to silence amid the flashes of light.

A giant crater several kilometers long appeared on the already barren land of Cartier! Everything that originally existed on this land was turned into nothingness under Magnus' subspace magic...

Angron, the Lord of the Red Sand, also ended his tragic life under this powerful chaos witchcraft... and gained eternal rest!

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Angron, who is always filled with anger, has completely dissipated, but the war that took place on the fortress world of Cartier has not yet come to an end.

The Thousand Sons Legion led by Magnus, Lord of Prospero, has been severely damaged by the Archangel! Even Magnus himself was severely wounded in the war with Angron and fled back to the depths of the Eye of Terror.

The traitorous Legion Iron Warriors were sent to hell by loyal Imperial warriors, and the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo, had his limbs broken by the Imperial Regent... and was imprisoned in a giant stasis station.

If a miracle hadn't happened, Perturabo, who was imprisoned in the imprisoned position, would have lost any ability to resist! Even the Custodes guarding the position could easily chop the demonic primarch into pieces.

The Word Bearers Legion led by Erebus has been completely destroyed by Magnus, and even Erebus himself...has his soul imprisoned by Magnus.

And Khorne's favorite demon prince, Angron, Lord of the Red Sands, has been turned into nothingness by warp sorcery, and Angron's former descendants... still have not shown up in this war to this moment.

The forces possessed by the Betrayer are almost reduced to the Black Legion, Plague Marines, Noise Warriors and some scattered Chaos warbands...

It is no exaggeration to say that the power deployed by the betrayers on Cartier has been greatly weakened! The loyalists, who had struggled to support themselves under the weight of Chaos for several months, finally saw a glimmer of victory at this moment.

So far, the Prince of Joy's plan to use divine power to corrupt Cartier, and the Lord of Change's plan to open a subspace rift through the Blackstone Fortress have come to an end.

The God of Chaos sitting in the supreme sky has already felt the failure of the conspiracy, but regarding this... the powerful Chaos Gods did not show any strange emotions.

Because... the outcome of this war has already been determined! !

Thanks to the "discontinuity of time and space" in subspace, the Chaos Gods have already glimpsed Cartier's final outcome in the turbulent sea of ​​souls! !

Even though the loyal imperial warriors used endless sacrifices and blood to repel the attacks of Chaos Demons and betrayers again and again! Even though the Imperial Regent and the Archangel burned their own warp essence, erupting with a power powerful enough to destroy the planet...

But even so, it still cannot change the ending of the destruction of the fortress world Cartier.

In the blasphemous future seen by the Chaos Gods, everything on the land of Cartier is burning under the flames of war!!

The Emperor's angels of death died in large numbers, and the lives of mortal warriors were not even as good as ants on the roadside in this tragic war...

The divine machinery from the Titan Order exploded under the siege of the betrayers, and the loyal and unyielding Cartier people shouted "Cartier will not fall", and then generously went to death in the tragic war that was enough to destroy everything...

The destruction of Cartier is a foregone conclusion!!

And what the Chaos Gods need now is to wait quietly...

Waiting for the future full of death and destruction to truly descend on the physical universe.

...

At the same time, the peak of the impact plain located in the northernmost part of the fortress world Cartier.

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon and the stinking Mortarion were standing quietly on the top of the mountain, while the extremely blasphemous demon prince Fulgrim was suspended in the sky... quietly feeling the great war that took place thousands of kilometers away.

Even though they were thousands of kilometers away, the three traitors present could still clearly feel the momentum of the war.

It is no exaggeration to say that the war that brought together Magnus, Erebus and Angron... was enough to be called the most tragic war in the past thousand years.

Five minutes ago, the violent fluctuations coming from thousands of kilometers away stopped without any warning.

There is no doubt that the war between the two demon primarchs and a shit-stirring stick... has completely ended at this moment.

The demon primarchs standing here do not know who the final winner of this war is! But they all know very well that no matter what the final victory or defeat is... the traitors who participated in that battle have fallen into a situation where both sides suffer losses.

The blasphemous face of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon became extremely gloomy at this moment.

"You damned rubbish!" Abaddon's extremely crazy roar echoed on the top of Cartier Mountain, "If your stupidity makes the plan to occupy the fortress world Cartier suffer a setback... then I, Abaddon and the entire Black Legion will never let you go."

"You will be hunted by the Black Legion... and you will be in constant fear!"

The Chaos Warmaster's furious roar echoed on the barren land of Cartier.