Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

In terms of fighting style, the Angels of Mourning are completely at the opposite end of the spectrum from their parent group, the Blood Angels.

If the Blood Angels' fighting style inherited the elegance of Sanguinius, then the Angels of Mourning inherited the rage from the depths of the Gene Father's soul.

The most widely used weapon by the Chapter is not the elegant Chainsword, but the more violent Chainaxe like the World Eater.

Facing the surging betrayers like a tide, the Angels of Mourning showed an extremely excited attitude! The stimulants hidden inside the power armor were injected into the body, and the Chainaxe painted in a striking red roared!

At this moment, the Angels of Mourning had lost their usual gentleness! In the extremely shocked eyes of the betrayers, the descendants of Sanguinius began to charge.

Three Dreadnoughts and more than two hundred fighting brothers gathered into a bloody frenzy! The angry Angels of Mourning stabbed straight into the betrayer's line like a sharp knife.

"Betrayer, feel the wrath of Sanguinius!" The battle brother buried in the mecha sarcophagus roared angrily! Amid a harsh metal friction sound, the missile launcher hidden in the shoulder of the mecha was opened.

Hundreds of "Hellfire" missiles dragged dazzling tail flames and shot out from the missile cage! The moment they touched the ground, the high-energy compounds hidden in the missiles instantly exploded.

The blazing purple flames covered the land within a radius of more than ten meters! Under such a terrifying high temperature, neither the Chaos Space Marines nor the fallen mortal auxiliary army could escape the fate of turning into dry bones.

And the performance of Rafikin Kanter, the second captain of the Angels of Death, was even more exaggerated.

The second captain Kanter is the think tank director of the Angels of Death! As a powerful psychic, Kanter's combat style is more violent than other Astartes who specialize in combat.

Under the stimulation of stimulants, a dazzling blood color appeared in the pupils of the think tank director.

The psychic scepter in the hand of the red giant was swung like a war hammer, and the adamantium spikes installed on the top of the scepter randomly pierced the heads of several unlucky guys.

For ordinary Chaos Space Marines, the powerful think tank director is as unstoppable as a god from heaven.

In just over ten minutes, the number of Chaos Space Marines who died at the hands of the Angels of Mourning has exceeded double digits! As a price, the Angels of Mourning only lost two combat brothers.

With an absolute advantage in numbers, the betrayers were still beaten by the Angels of Mourning with a loss ratio of nearly eight to one! Even for the betrayers, this is an absolute shame.

"Huh, a bunch of trash!" A voice full of rottenness sounded.

The earth was shaking slightly, and a bloated and rotten Plague Space Marine came to the Angels of Mourning.

"Death Guard Sergeant, von Altaros!" The Plague Warrior drew out the stinking chainsaw sword, and pointed the blade directly at the think tank director. "Son of Sanguinius, your bravery impresses me! But... that's it."

"Plague pig, you are not qualified to call the father of genes by name!" The think tank director slammed the scepter in his hand to the ground, and the dazzling psychic lightning rushed straight into the chest of the betrayer like a dragon.

"A sneak attack? This is not a virtue that a warrior should have!" The Plague Warrior held the chainsaw sword across his chest and effortlessly blocked the attack of the think tank director.

Although the think tank director did not use his full strength, it can also prove from the side that this Plague Warrior is definitely not an ordinary person.

Facing such a difficult enemy, the think tank director's pupils revealed a trace of dangerous light! Accompanied by a long and distant chant, countless mysterious runes emerged from the void.

Under the gaze of the Plague Warrior, hundreds of runes were imprinted on the power armor and scepter of the Librarian! This is an ancient psychic spell, and its origin can even be traced back to the glorious Great Crusade period.

The psychic runes imprinted on the power armor and scepter brought a great increase to the Librarian! During the period when the runes were effective, the Librarian could even overpower the Chapter Master of the Angel of Mourning in terms of pure power.

Seeing this, the Plague Warrior's rotten face finally revealed a trace of solemnity.

As a Chaos Chosen with the blessing of Nurgle, he actually felt a hint of danger from the enemy in front of him.

The chainsaw sword parasitized by countless spores and viruses began to roar! The bloated Plague Warrior showed a speed that was inconsistent with his body size, and rushed straight to the Librarian like a green lightning!

The suffocating stench came to his face, and the viruses and spores containing the power of Nurgle began to stir! If scratched by this vicious weapon, even a powerful imperial guard will lose its combat effectiveness instantly.

Facing the attack of the Plague Warrior, the think tank director did not have the slightest intention of dodging! The red giant rushed straight towards the Plague Warrior's blade.

"Stupid guy!" The Plague Warrior's rotten mouth corners slightly raised, as if he had seen the think tank director being pierced by the chainsaw sword.

But the battle did not develop as the Plague Warrior expected.

Before the rotten blade was about to touch the power armor, the psychic rune with a light blue light slowly emerged.

Hundreds of runes built a translucent barrier. No matter how hard the Plague Warrior tried, the chainsaw sword filled with rotten breath could not move forward even a little bit.

"Is it my turn now?" The think tank director raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the Plague Warrior smelled a breath of death! The betrayer instinctively wanted to retreat, but unfortunately... it was too late.

Accompanied by a dull sound of a sharp weapon entering the flesh, the Think Tank Staff jumping with psychic lightning penetrated the Plague Warrior's power armor and directly inserted into the body of the betrayer.

The psychic runes hidden on the staff were injected into the Plague Warrior's body! In the horrified eyes of the Plague Warrior, the think tank curator lightly snapped his fingers.

The next second, the Plague Warrior's bloated body suddenly swelled! After just a few breaths, the body of the plague pig exploded like a balloon! The smelly green pus and meat splashed like raindrops.

The stench of hell permeated every corner of this space! Even the Chaos veterans who had seen the storms and waves almost vomited under this terrible stench.

"Sorry, I accidentally didn't hold it back!" The think tank curator gave a thumbs up to the battle brothers and mortal warriors.

The terrifying power of the think tank director excited all the loyalists! As long as the think tank director exists, Blackstone Fortress will definitely be able to hold out until the next wave of imperial reinforcements arrive.

The goddess of victory seemed to smile at the loyal imperial warriors.