Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Those once powerful enemies succumbed to the might of the Empire and surrendered to the Imperial Regent.

Silent King Szalak, the ruler of the Necrons, possessed endless dark power. His fleet swept across the interstellar and incorporated countless planets into the Empire's territory.

The Phoenix King of the Eldar was a leader full of wisdom and strategic vision. His people built countless prosperous planets between the stars.

The Zerg's hive mind was also a force that should not be underestimated. Under the guidance of the hive mind, they acted in unity and captured one planet after another...

The Imperial Regent's brutal massacre of the aliens caused all races other than humans to fall into extreme panic. In those remote border areas, the alien races were terrified when talking about them, and the name of the Imperial Regent had become synonymous with misfortune and disaster.

Their fear of the Imperial Regent was like a lingering nightmare, and every alien living in fear was carefully avoiding this powerful enemy.

"My honey is his poison", this ancient Terran proverb is almost the best way to describe the current situation of the Imperial Regent.

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When the Imperial Regent and the Grand Marshal Trajan arrived at the Parliament Building, the Primarch Robert Guilliman, who had received the news in advance, had already led the Ultramarines' Glory Guard to wait here.

Guilliman was wearing armor, with a solemn look, and his eyes were like torches, as if he could see through everything. The soldiers of the Glory Guard were all in high spirits and ready to fight. They knew the importance of this meeting, so they dared not slack off.

Marshal Trajan walked into the Parliament Building, his eyes met with Guilliman, and the two nodded tacitly. Without words, they had already communicated with each other. Trajan looked at Guilliman's eyes, and his heart was filled with emotion.

The moment Guilliman saw the Imperial Regent, the tall blue giant smiled very happily. His eyes flashed with joy and admiration, as if he had finally found the long-lost guiding light.

Guilliman is the most loyal warrior of the Empire, and has been fighting for the prosperity of the Empire and the welfare of mankind all his life. The Regent of the Empire in front of him is the leader in his heart and the source of motivation for them to move forward courageously.

The Regent King is tall and majestic, with a strong aura, which makes people feel awe. His sharp eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts, making it impossible for people to hide any secrets in front of him. His calm and steady temperament reminds Guilliman of the magnificent history of the Empire, those glorious battles and brave martyrs.

"This grand war is enough to be recorded in the history books. Great Regent of the Empire, your name will be engraved in the most prominent position of the Empire, for the people of the Empire to support forever!"

Guilliman, a loyal Imperial warrior, stood up straight, held his head high, and showed firm belief and endless respect. With his eyes closed and a solemn expression, he performed an ancient and solemn Sky Eagle Salute to the Regent of the Empire.

This etiquette originated from the glorious history of the Empire and symbolizes respect for the Emperor and loyalty to mankind.

The origin of the Salute of the Eagle can be traced back thousands of years, when the Imperium was in its glorious Golden Age.

The Emperor and the Primarchs fought bravely, conquered countless enemies, and expanded the Imperium's territory. In order to commemorate these great achievements, the Imperial etiquette officers created this solemn ceremony.

The Salute of the Eagle imitates the heroic posture of an eagle soaring into the sky, representing the Imperial warriors' admiration for the Emperor, and also symbolizing their courageous and fearless spirit.

When Guilliman saluted, he put his hands together, with his fingertips facing up, as if holding a loyal heart. He carefully maintained this posture, his face full of respect, and his eyes flashing with determination. This ritual reminded him of the great deeds of the Emperors and the hardships they had paid for the country.

Finally, Guilliman completed the ritual. He put down his hands and opened his eyes, with a more determined belief in his eyes.

Supported by this lofty belief, Guilliman took firm steps and continued to devote himself to the great cause of defending the Imperium.

Behind the Primarch, the Ultramarines' Honor Guard also made the same move. They knelt down without hesitation to express their respect for the Primarch.

In the eyes of these loyal Ultramarines, apart from their own gene father, only the great Imperial Regent has the authority to command them. They are committed to defending the dignity of the Empire and protecting the peace of the planet.

The Primarchs are the most powerful warriors on the planet, endowed with endless glory and power. Their existence is like a sharp sword, resisting enemies from every corner of the universe. The Honor Guard is the edge of this sword, representing the majesty of the Empire.

After the ceremonial ceremony was successfully completed, the Imperial Regent took the Primarch into Robert's private reception room. The atmosphere here is particularly solemn and mysterious, as if every move carries great significance.

The interaction between the Regent and the Primarch makes people speculate about the content of their conversation.

In the reception room, luxurious furniture, exquisite decorations and precious artworks can be seen everywhere, all of which highlight the extraordinary status of the owner Robert.

In the entire vast Imperium, only a few people can meet with the Primarch Robouti Guilliman in a private capacity. This ultimate honor is limited to the senior commanders of the Ultramarines Legion.

As the backbone of the Imperium, they are experienced in battles, brave and fearless, and deeply trusted and respected by Guilliman.

For the sake of the peace and prosperity of the empire, the Ultramarines rush to various interstellar battlefields all year round, conquering countless enemies and defending human civilization. They strictly abide by discipline, are supremely loyal and selfless, and have become the most reliable guardians of the human empire.

Most of the time, the Ultramarines were busy patrolling all over Terra. They fearlessly guard the borders of the Empire and patrol the stars to ensure the peace and prosperity of Terra.

Among these Ultramarines, Guilliman's Primarch brothers are even more important. They are busy on expeditions with the Imperial Regents, leading countless loyal warriors to fight to defend the Empire.

Guilliman's Primarch brothers displayed astonishing bravery and wisdom. They fought bravely on the battlefield and led their troops to repel enemy attacks time and time again.

In the fierce battle, they were not afraid of life and death, marched forward bravely, and defeated the enemies one by one. It is their heroic deeds that inspired countless Imperial warriors to continue moving forward and work hard for the glory of the Empire.

In crisis after crisis, they showed a high degree of loyalty and sense of responsibility. Even in the most dangerous moments, they did not hesitate to stand for the empire and defend the peace of Terra.

Therefore, from the moment this room was built, it was destined to bear solitude and silence.

The keys and locks grind against each other, as time passes, dust begins to settle in the corners, and spider webs weave their stories between the beams. The room has witnessed the passage of time, but it has never waited for its owner.

In this vacant room, the air seems to be frozen, and the sunlight shines through the windows on the floor, forming mottled light and shadow. A breeze blew by, and the curtains swayed with the wind, making a lonely sound. The paintings hanging on the walls depict the former glory, but have been eclipsed.

Until today, this room welcomed its first visitor. This room has always been so silent, as if time has stood still here.

Imperial Regent!

"You have brought us a great victory, dear Imperial Regent. Your wisdom and courage enabled our country to stand out in this difficult battle and win the final victory."

Guilliman took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet in the reception room and poured it into two crystal glasses.

The crimson wine spread like blood in the crystal cup, and the air was filled with the intoxicating aroma of grapes. This wine is undoubtedly carefully brewed, with its bright color, fragrant aroma and intoxicating taste.

The Imperial Regent sat calmly on the sofa in the center of the room, while Guilliman sat down next to the Imperial Regent with the document in his hand.

"Imperial Regent, this is the report submitted by the Terran Council during this period. Please review it." Guilliman pushed a stack of documents exuding the fragrance of ink in front of the Imperial Regent.

The Imperial Regent took the document and began to read it attentively. His eyes were focused and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he paid great attention to the contents of the document.

This thick stack of documents actually did not record any major events. The content contained in the documents was actually not much different from the information that Marshal Trajan of the Forbidden Army informed the imperial regent.

These documents mainly record some daily government affairs, as well as reports on the war situation in some local areas. Among them, the defense of the imperial border, the construction of cities, the adjustment of taxation, and the improvement of people's livelihood are all covered by this document.

After a while, the Imperial Regent placed the document in his hand heavily back on the table. The document seemed to have become the heaviest burden in the world.

He sighed deeply, his eyes showing indescribable fatigue. The Prince Regent picked up the red wine glass on the table and shook it gently. The color of the red wine was as bright as blood, as if to remind him of the responsibility and mission he shouldered.

"Guilliman, I am very relieved after what you have done!" The Imperial Regent proudly raised his glass to the Primarch of the Ultramarines and said affectionately, "In this period of time, you have done everything for the safety of our country. In order to protect the lives and safety of the people, you worked hard on the front line of the battlefield. You led the ultramarines to defeat the enemy many times and won precious breathing space for our country. I deeply admire your loyalty and bravery. Today, let me express my most sincere gratitude and respect to you with this glass of wine!”

The original gene looked at the regent firmly, with a determined look on his face, "This is my duty, and I am bound to do it for the empire."

"While I am busy with logistics management in various parts of the empire, I also need to devote my attention to handling the affairs of the expedition. The victory of this war is also due to you.

You are at the rear, but you are always paying attention to the developments on the front line. You work tirelessly to ensure that the soldiers can go all out. You know very well that if a country wants to win in a war, it not only needs a strong army, but also a stable and efficient logistics system.

You personally dispatch supplies to ensure that weapons and equipment can be delivered to the front line in time; you care about the lives of soldiers and improve their treatment so that they have no worries; you also actively recruit new soldiers to add fresh blood to the army. Your efforts have allowed the imperial army to maintain a strong combat effectiveness on the battlefield. "

"Here's to you, Guilliman!" The Imperial Regent drank the red wine in his glass.

Faced with the Imperial Regent's unabashed praise, Guilliman fell into a moment of silence.

A trace of complicated emotions flashed through his deep eyes, which reflected the humility and low-keyness of a warrior, and also reflected his sincere gratitude to the imperial regent.

After a moment of silence, the Primarch also picked up the wine glass like the Imperial Regent and drank the red wine in the glass gently. This action was both a respect for the Imperial Regent and a commitment to his duties.

In that war-torn era, Guilliman led thousands of warriors and made countless efforts to defend the Empire. He had fought hard on the cold ice field just to ensure the safety of the Empire's borders; he had traveled thousands of miles in the hot desert and defeated the enemies one by one. These heroic deeds made Guilliman enjoy a high status in the Imperial Army and become a hero admired by thousands of soldiers.

But now, this hero can remain humble in the face of honor, which is really commendable.

He knew that his responsibility was not for personal honor, but for the prosperity of the Empire. Therefore, when facing the praise of the Imperial Regent, he chose to remain silent. The silence contained gratitude to the Imperial Regent and also revealed his responsibility for his identity as a warrior.

The wine glass was gently put down, and Guilliman's eyes became more determined. He knew that no matter how many difficulties there were ahead, he had the support of the Imperial Regent and thousands of warriors. In the face of this united force, no enemy was to be feared. As long as they worked together, the light of the Empire would surely shine across the entire galaxy.

This was Guilliman, a hero who always remained humble and calm in the face of honor and praise. He used his actions to interpret his loyalty to the Empire and his adherence to his warrior duties.

And his deeds will be forever engraved in the long river of the Empire's history, inspiring generations of young people to work hard for the prosperity of the Empire.

When the two empty red wine glasses fell back on the table, the two Primarchs smiled happily. There was a satisfied light in their eyes, as if they were celebrating a victory.

For them, red wine is not just a drink, but also a symbol of taste and life. At this moment, they seemed to feel the beauty of life and could not help but sigh at the magical charm of red wine.

Since the Great Crusade launched by the Lord of Mankind ended hastily because of the Horus Heresy, the huge empire began to inevitably decline.