Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

In the long years since ancient times, Draconion has devoured the souls of countless lives! But there has never been a soul as pure and flawless as the Primarch.

"Such a pure and beautiful soul, I really want to taste what it tastes like!" Draconion opened his huge mouth full of fangs, trying to swallow the soul of the original body into his belly.

But just before [Drakonian] was about to touch the soul of the original body, a ray of light as bright as gold suddenly appeared.

A slightly illusory sun rises from the depths of the original body's soul! As a Primarch, Gawain naturally has his own "subspace essence".

Although this power is far from awakening! But even its mere presence here was enough to make Draconian feel fear.

For the people of the empire, the light emitted by this sun is gentle and great! But for a subspace entity born of twisted emotions, such light burns like a blazing flame.

The burning of the sun's rays brought great pain to Draconion!

This monster, which was full of malice towards humans, tried to escape from the scorching sun, but at this moment, a joking voice came.

"Come when you want, leave when you want? How is that possible? This is not a vegetable market!"

A long copper-colored sword penetrated from the golden sun! The Emperor's Sword cut through the illusory space and nailed Draconion to the ground before he could react.

No matter how hard the abominable monster struggled, it could not break free from the restraints brought by the Emperor's Sword.

"If struggling is useful, why die?" A figure wearing golden armor appeared in front of the devil without any warning.

The Primarch stared at the struggling Draconion, with a shuddering coldness flashing in his golden pupils.

"Are you ready for death? Damn the devil!"

"No, how is this possible!" Draconian's tone was full of horror, "Even the human being called [Emperor] cannot restrain me so easily."

"Poor thing, people will always make progress!" The Primarch's voice sounded like a reminder, "The great emperor has carried the faith and hope of the empire and mankind for thousands of years!"

"Times have changed! The current master of mankind is simply not comparable to a rotten fish like you."

The Primarch pressed his palm gently on the hilt of the Emperor's Sword.

"The [Emperor's Sword] has followed the Lord of Mankind in battles for thousands of years! Countless enemies of the Empire have been killed by the Emperor's sword, and you will only be an insignificant one among them."

Golden spiritual energy surges like a tide into the blade! Overflowing with spiritual energy, the Emperor's Sword shone with pure ice-blue light.

Elegant, yet deadly! !

The original body is filled with cold murderous intent and has locked onto Draconion! This abominable demon didn't even have time to scream, before it was completely wiped out by the power of the Emperor's Sword.

But unfortunately, [Drakonian] did not die.

As a subspace entity born from the first "murder" of mankind, Draconion represents the "malice" rooted in the human soul.

Because of this, this demon cannot be killed by any "human".

Draconion will finally be born again out of human malice! It can be foreseen...this time will definitely not be too long.

The subspace entity hidden in the magic sword has been temporarily destroyed by the terrifying power of the [Emperor's Sword].

After losing the core that provided it with power, the [Drakonian] in the hands of the Chaos Warmaster was nothing more than a slightly sharp iron sword at best.

The Chaos Warmaster who lost his magic sword has nothing to fear at all!

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The core area of ​​Blackstone Fortress.

The moment Draconion was wiped out by the Emperor's Sword, the Chaos Warmaster noticed the changes taking place on the sword.

Abaddon's eyes are filled with fierceness! No matter what happens, it is the best choice to give priority to killing the Primarch who has lost the power to resist!

The [Claw of Horus] mounted on Abaddon's left arm made a low hum, and the claw blade like a giant scythe was raised high, piercing the heart and throat of the original body.

"No!!!" The loyalists who were surrounded by the black army were filled with jealousy.

The empire's hope of keeping watch for thousands of years was about to fall, and they... could only watch the tragedy happen.

boom!

A dull metallic clang echoed in the core area of ​​silence.

But the [Claw of Horus] did not penetrate directly through the chest of the original body as the Chaos Warmaster imagined.

The Emperor's Sword, overflowing with spiritual energy, firmly blocked the vicious claw blade of the [Claws of Horus]! The Primarch, whose soul should have been devoured by demons long ago, is now looking at Abaddon with eyes full of rage.

"Abadon, do you have any other trump cards? If not, then you can go to hell in peace!"

The primarch used all his strength to swing away the claws of Horus, and struck the Chaos Warmaster in the chest with a fist filled with rage.

The Primarch's angry blow was terrifying! In the face of such terrifying power, even the power armor blessed by the gods appears extremely fragile.

Cracks as dense as a spider web covered Abaddon's power armor, and the Chaos Warmaster's huge body suddenly flew out upside down.

The angry original body leaped high, and the Emperor's Sword, wrapped in golden spiritual energy, swung a suffocating slash at the Chaos Warmaster flying upside down in the air.

The sharp blade cut through the space and pointed directly at the most vulnerable neck of the Chaos Warmaster!

Abaddon has been roaming the galaxy for thousands of years! But at this moment, the betrayer truly felt the fear before death.

Within a few short minutes, the situation on the field has undergone a drastic reversal! It was as if the giant hand of God reached down from the clouds and forcibly reversed the balance of victory and defeat.

The revived Primarch made the loyalists extremely excited! The wounded Adeptus Custodes and Astartes tightly grasped their weapons and vented their rage on the enemy in front of them.

Under the delay of the loyalists, the Black Legion veterans have lost the opportunity to assist the Chaos Warmaster.

The Emperor's Sword, shining with brilliant golden light, turned into a scythe of death! In a moment, the Emperor's Sword will completely reap the despicable life of the Chaos Warmaster.

But as a pawn of the Chaos Gods, the evil gods will never allow Abaddon to die so easily.

A Chaos Rune filled with filthy breath suddenly descended.

Some mysterious Warp sorcery forcibly deflected the trajectory of the Emperor's Sword! The blade that was supposed to cut off the head of the Chaos Warmaster only cut off Abaddon's left arm with the Claw of Horus.

"That's enough! He has been punished enough."