Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The Astartes are not all madmen who crave war. When they are not consumed by madness, the Astartes of the Cherubim are actually a group of superhuman warriors who love peace.

These warriors come from various planets and have different backgrounds, but they are united under a common goal: to protect the peace and tranquility of the universe.

When there is no war, they will actively participate in various public welfare activities to provide support to planets in need.

In a crisis of alien invasion of the earth, the Astartes of the Cherubim acted quickly, fought side by side with the heroes on earth, and successfully repelled the invaders. This battle made them deeply aware of the cruelty of war and made them cherish the peaceful time more.

However, when evil forces threatened the peace of the universe, the Astartes did not hesitate to stand up and defend their homes with their own strength.

They showed superhuman strength and courage on the battlefield, and never backed down even in the face of powerful enemies. It is because of their bravery and perseverance that the universe can be saved from danger in crisis after crisis.

The Astartes of the Cherubim are not maniacs who pursue war blindly. They are a group of superhuman warriors with lofty beliefs and a sense of mission.

If possible, the warriors of the Cherubim hope to sleep like this until the day when the empire regains its former glory.

They are willing to use their sleep in exchange for the rise of the empire and the revival of mankind. These brave warriors have fought bravely on the battlefield and paid a huge price to defend their homeland. They have witnessed the glory of the empire gradually dimming and the former glory gradually being forgotten.

But unfortunately, the ideas of these loyal warriors are destined to never become a reality.

Accompanied by a piercing alarm, the servants of the regiment rushed into the liquid nitrogen chamber where the Astartes were sleeping in a hurry, their faces full of tension and worry.

Due to the sudden sound of the alarm, the originally quiet laboratory became a mess. The servants looked at the warriors in the liquid nitrogen chamber with concern, knowing that this meant a sudden battle.

In an emergency, the servants pressed the temperature increase button without hesitation.

The temperature in the liquid nitrogen chamber began to rise rapidly, and the sleeping bodies of the Astartes gradually woke up. During the warming process, their body functions gradually recovered, and the cold liquid nitrogen quickly evaporated from their skin, revealing their strong muscles and traces of battle injuries.

One of the servants looked at an Astarte with concern, and his face showed a painful expression.

This warrior had been bravely wounded in the previous battle and is now recovering. The servant prayed silently in his heart, hoping that this brave warrior could stand up again and continue to fight for the warband.

As the temperature in the liquid nitrogen chamber continued to rise, the eyes of the Astartes opened one after another, and they looked at the changes around them in surprise.

The cold liquid nitrogen gas slowly flowed out from the gap between the hatches, like a sharp sword piercing the bones of ice, cutting the surrounding air.

The extreme low temperature made the warband servants present shiver fiercely, as if they felt the cold breath from hell.

The sound of liquid nitrogen flowing echoed in the closed space, intertwined with the breathing of people, forming a weird symphony.

The servants of the warband tightened their clothes to try to resist the invasion of the cold, but the low temperature of liquid nitrogen still made them shudder.

At this low temperature, steel will be frozen and cracked instantly, let alone flesh and blood. The servants of the warband seemed to be in a cold world, as if they could be swallowed by the cold at any time.

In just a dozen seconds, the temperature in this space suddenly dropped to dozens of degrees below zero. It was as if overnight, the hot summer turned into an ice world.

Although the servants of the warband had put on heavy protective clothing to cope with the severe cold weather, this sudden cold still made them feel helpless. It was as if the whole world was trapped in an icy vortex and couldn't extricate themselves.

They tried to cheer up and continue fighting, but the cold temperature made it difficult for them to move.

The cold wind, like a knife cutting, got into their collars and made them shudder. The servants of the warband supported each other, leaned on each other, and tried to use each other's body temperature to resist the severe cold.

In this extremely cold environment, their breathing became rapid, and the exhaled gas instantly condensed into ice mist in the air. Their teeth chattered and their limbs stiffened, making them feel as if they were in an icy cage. However, they knew that no one could retreat in this battle.

With the help of protective clothing, the warband servant was not deprived of consciousness by the low temperature of this space.

This respectable mortal supported himself with a tenacious will. He knew that in such an environment, any slackness could lead to life-threatening danger. He wrapped his body tightly to minimize heat loss, and his eyes were always fixed on the front, waiting for the return of the cherubim.

In this cold starry sky, the warband servant stood alone like a firm statue.

His body trembled from time to time, but his eyes were extremely firm, reflecting his persistence and belief in his mission. He knew that as a warband servant, he shouldered the heavy responsibility of protecting his homeland and people, and he had to stick to the end even in the face of life-threatening situations.

Looking back, when the servant of the Chapter joined this sacred duty, he had sworn an oath: to be loyal to the mission, regardless of life or death. Now, he is practicing this oath with his actions.

During this long wait, the warband servant kept recalling the past days, those years when he fought side by side with his comrades and defended his homeland. Those glorious battles in the past have now become the pillars of his firm belief.

Finally, in the long wait, the warband servant saw the dawn of hope.

Time passed by minute by minute...

The gradually evaporating liquid nitrogen made the temperature between this space even more biting.

Just when the warband servant was about to collapse, a dull sound came from the liquid nitrogen tank where the Astartes were sleeping.

This sudden sound broke the tense atmosphere and shocked everyone. The warband servants stopped their actions and looked at the liquid nitrogen tank in surprise.

After the dull sound, the door of the liquid nitrogen tank slowly opened, and a figure walked out of it. This is an Astartes warrior, his face is full of wrinkles, and his eyes reveal vicissitudes and determination.

This dull sound, like thunder, exploded in the ears of the warband servants, instantly breaking the silence around. The consciousness that had been gradually falling asleep was awakened by this sudden impact, like a wave hitting the shore.

This respectable mortal, who has made countless efforts and sweat to protect his homeland, now forced his tired body to step in front of the liquid nitrogen tank.

Under the gaze of the warband servants, an extremely huge red giant slowly walked out from the depths of the shadows. His body was tall and mighty, like a towering mountain. This giant is the most powerful warrior in the warband, and his name is terrifying.

His appearance was like a spark falling into a dry forest, instantly igniting the passion of the warband.

Behind this giant, followed thousands of Astartes warriors, who were the bravest warriors in the warband and loyally served the warband leader. These warriors were dressed in armor and held weapons, and their eyes flashed with firm beliefs and endless fighting spirit.

The warband leader took firm steps, and every step shook the earth. His eyes were like torches, scanning the enemies around him, as if looking for the next challenge.

The army behind him was like a majestic river, majestic and daunting.

On the battlefield, the warband leader wielded a huge flaming hammer, invincible. His power was unmatched, and his flames were unstoppable. He once defeated an enemy army alone and burned the enemy to ashes. In order to protect the warband, he once resisted the attack of thousands of enemies alone, and finally successfully repelled the enemy and defended the territory of the warband.

Now, he leads the warband again, ready to meet new challenges.

Their goal is to eliminate evil forces and protect world peace. In their journey, they don’t know how many more enemies will be waiting for them, but the warband leader and his warriors are fearless. They firmly believe that as long as they have faith and courage, there is no difficulty that they cannot overcome.

With the appearance of the warband leader, the morale of the warband was greatly boosted.

They knew that as long as they followed this brave giant, they could defeat all enemies and win the final victory. On the other side of victory, eternal glory and brilliance await them.

The family of this servant has been serving the Cherubim for generations!

Although the warriors of the Cherubim have been asleep for nearly a century, the young servant still heard about the former glory of these sons of Sanguinius from his fathers.

Their heroic deeds have been passed down in the family and have become immortal legends.

In the distant history, the warriors of the Cherubim were hailed as the Lords of the Sky. They drove powerful warships, soared between the stars, and defended the territory of mankind.

Their military exploits were so great that the enemy was terrified. The young servant was often attracted by the stories told by his fathers and was full of admiration for these brave warriors.

The young servant, with a dream in his heart, aspired to become a brave and fearless Astartes. He worked hard day and night to train, constantly improving his strength, and looking forward to becoming a true Astartes one day.

However, when the Astartes, who exuded a chilling breath and seemed to be possessed by the god of war, really stood in front of him, the young mortal still could not suppress the fear in his heart and could not help but fall into a tremor.

When the young servant saw the cold face of the Astartes and felt the strong aura emanating from them, he felt as if he was in an ice cellar, which made him feel awed.

He could not help but think of his childhood, when night fell, the elders would sit around the fire and tell those legendary stories about the Astartes.

In those stories, the Astartes were brave and fearless, invincible, and heroes in the hearts of the people. However, the young servant never thought that one day he would witness these legendary heroes with his own eyes.

In front of the Astartes who were tempered from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the will of mortals seemed so insignificant. They have gone through countless life and death tests, not only have they experienced rigorous training and torture in the body, but also have endured unimaginable pressure in the spirit.

These trainings have given them extraordinary perseverance and tenacity, and they can persist no matter what difficulties they face.

The Astartes often underwent months of grueling training, during which they were required to survive in extremely harsh conditions, enduring hunger, cold, and pain.

During this training, many ordinary people may give up because they cannot bear the pressure, but in front of the Astartes, these challenges seem to be insignificant. They persisted with amazing perseverance until the final victory.

"Did you wake us up?" Raphael, the commander of the Cherubim, cast his eyes on this mortal, "Your face... gives me a very familiar feeling."

Raphael thought for a moment, "Are you Dalaran?"

"Great Astartes, Dalaran is my grandfather," the servant of the regiment used all his strength to force his numb body to solemnly salute this group of brave and fearless Astartes warriors.

His eyes were full of respect and sincerity, because these were not just a group of ordinary warriors, they were also messengers guarding world peace.

"Has it been so long since we fell asleep?" Raphael was slightly stunned. "Then your fathers should have told you that we should not be awakened from our sleep unless there is a crisis."

"So... what kind of crisis is Taravina facing now?" Raphael's voice was solemn. "Could it be that those damned greenskins have once again set foot on the sacred land of the Emperor?"

When the Cherubim were just assigned to this planet, the loyal Sons of Sanguinius showed their strong combat effectiveness.

In the process of carrying out their mission, they bravely faced threats from all corners.

Not long after they set foot on this land, a group of orc pirates attempted to wreak havoc on this planet and were severely hit by the Sons of Sanguinius.

These orc pirates attacked a quiet village without warning, attempting to rob the resources there. However, their actions were stopped by the Cherubim who noticed it in time.

In a fierce battle, the Sons of Sanguinius defeated the orc pirates one by one with their superb fighting skills and fearless courage. They wielded the power of faith on the battlefield and brought the light of hope to the trapped villagers.

During the battle, the warriors of the Cherubim showed an admirable spirit of unity. They supported each other and worked together to repel the orc pirates.

This victory not only restored peace to the villagers, but also sent a message to the entire planet: the brave Sons of Sanguinius will protect this planet and maintain peace and justice.