Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The great wrath of the Emperor has descended upon the Blackstone Fortress. Anyone who betrays the Golden Throne will be doomed to be destroyed.

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Under the leadership of the Primarch, the traitors wandering in the fortress passages were quickly purged.

The Imperial warriors stepped on the blood and corpses of the traitors and marched towards the core area of ​​the fortress in an unrivaled manner.

This bloody battle that lasted for several days has turned every inch of the Blackstone Fortress into purgatory.

The cold passage was full of dried blood! The broken bodies of the loyalists fell on both sides of the passage. Even though death had already come, the Imperial warriors still held their weapons tightly.

Everyone here is the Emperor's greatest warrior! The sacrifices they made for humanity are worthy of being remembered forever by every citizen of the Empire.

The blood and death that permeated the air made the Primarch fall into silence. The noble Emperor's own son stretched out his palm and laid a Death Legion soldier who was nailed to the wall by a spear flat on the ground.

The fierce war destroyed the radiation mask on the face of this Krieg warrior. Through the broken gap of the mask, a young face with childishness can be vaguely seen.

Just as the rumors about the [Death Legion] within the Empire said, these great warriors who were willing to die for the Emperor were actually a group of children with an average age of less than 20 years old.

The blood-stained young face moved every warrior present.

"They are all respectable warriors!" The Astartes from the [Iron Heart] Chapter used the highest standard Sky Eagle Salute to pay tribute to the young warrior.

"Have a good sleep, child!" A guard tore off his silk cloak and covered the body of the warrior.

"Your blood and sacrifice will not be in vain! The great Emperor's own son will lead the Empire and let death and fear fall on every enemy of the Empire!"

The cold and heavy murderous intent permeated every corner of this space! The pupils of every imperial warrior were flashing with burning rage.

Nothing can stop an angry Primarch! The roaring chainsaws and bombs tore all enemies who dared to block the way into even pieces.

The corpses of the betrayers paved a road of death! The loyalists stepped on blood and death and killed all the way to the core area of ​​the Blackstone Fortress.

The Chaos Warmaster and the black legion, who were ready for battle, had been waiting here for a long time.

Abaddon was not surprised by the arrival of the Primarch.

Whether in the future revealed by the cursed prophet Moriana or in the oracle of the Lord of Change, Tzeentch, Gawain's golden figure appeared.

There is no doubt that Gawain, who is qualified to lift the Emperor's sword, is definitely a Primarch! But his face and even his temperament cannot match any Primarch in Abaddon's memory.

Everything about Gawain is shrouded in mist, and this sense of mystery makes Abaddon fascinated!

Of course, the Chaos Warmaster did not intend to have a sweet love with the Primarch! What this traitor really wanted to do was to kill a noble son of the Emperor himself, just like Horus, the former Gene Father.

The head of the Primarch will become the most precious ornament on Abaddon's throne! And the record of killing the Primarch will also make the gods bless the Warmaster more!

From the moment the Primarch stepped into the core area of ​​the fortress, Abaddon had already regarded it as his prey.

In order to maximize the anger of the Primarch, the Chaos Warmaster also thoughtfully prepared a "gift" for Gawain.

The Death Wizard from the Plague Legion implanted a virus containing the power of Nurgle into the remains of the Astartes and the Astra Militarum.

Under the generous blessing of the loving father, the fallen warriors regained their "life"!

The stinking plague and virus took over the remains of the warriors, and under the manipulation of the Death Wizard... the resurrected Imperial warriors became the enemy of mankind.

What a irony! !

The noble warriors spent their lives protecting everything in the Empire, and after they fell, even their bodies could not rest in peace! !

"What a blasphemy!!! Abaddon, swear in the name of the Emperor, you will pay a heavy price for your blasphemy!" The experience of the Imperial warriors made the Primarch extremely angry.

No human can remain calm after seeing the bodies of their compatriots being desecrated like this!

Even though the number of loyalists is not dominant, at this moment, they still roared furiously at the despicable and blasphemous betrayers.

The mortal warriors began to build defenses based on the remaining fortifications of the Death Legion, while six companies of Astartes and thirty imperial guards launched a charge with the Primarch.

The Primarch, wearing sacred armor, held the Emperor's sword high and charged to the front like an undefeated golden god of war! The silent imperial guards held the guard spears and loyally arched to the side of the Primarch.

The betrayers who had participated in the Great Crusade actually saw a trace of the Emperor in the Primarch.

Even though the great Lord of Mankind had been imprisoned on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years, his golden figure shining like the sun still frightened the betrayers.

Before the war even started, the betrayers were already weak in momentum!

Being timid before the battle is a taboo in military strategy!

Facing the furious Primarch and Astartes, the death wizards from the Plague Legion began to chant blasphemous spells.

The power of Nurgle, overflowing with "life" and "decay", responded to the call of the Death Wizard! Under the guidance of the power of Nurgle, the warriors controlled by the virus began to move shakily.

The erosion of the Nurgle plague made the warriors crawl with smelly pus! The crazy and empty eyes made the Primarch feel deeply stung.

"Poor undead, let me free you!"

The extremely bright golden spiritual energy flowed in the pupils of the Primarch! Along with the Primarch's fiery anger, the blazing Emperor's Fire fell from the sky.

The great power from the Emperor is the nemesis of all chaotic forces. Under the burning of the Emperor's Fire, the plague and virus of Nurgle disappeared in an instant.

Along with it, the broken bodies of the Empire's warriors also disappeared...

"You... all deserve to die!" The Primarch cast a look at the Death Wizard.

The undisguised coldness and murderous intent in the Primarch's eyes made the Death Wizard blessed by Nurgle feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

The shudder from the depths of his soul made this betrayer feel death!

The blasphemous Death Wizard tried to escape from this terrifying gaze, but his actions had completely angered the Primarch.