Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The Primarch will personally end Fulgrim's life filled with corruption and sin with the Emperor's Sword in his hand.

"Fulgrim, pay the price for your betrayal and blasphemy!" The angry Primarch jumped high, and the blade filled with ice-blue light pierced the Demon Prince like a divine punishment.

"Emperor's Sword? Oh, compared with our great father... your attack is still too weak!" Fulgrim smiled contemptuously.

But soon, the smile of the betrayer froze on his face.

The Primarch's strength far exceeded Fulgrim's expectations.

Even though the Primarch's power had been consumed by more than half in the previous battle, this angry blow was still not something that the Demon Prince could easily resist!

The ice-blue Emperor's Sword passed like a meteor! When the Demon Prince came back to his senses from the shock, a hideous scar had already appeared on the shoulder of the betrayer.

The brilliant Emperor's Fire lingered on Fulgrim's wound like a maggot attached to his bones. Even the power from Slaanesh could not completely expel the great power of the Emperor.

The pain of the burning Emperor's Fire made the Demon Prince extremely angry!

But in his anger, Fulgrim also realized the huge gap between himself and the Primarch.

In terms of strength alone, the Demon Prince is probably not the opponent of the Primarch! But in order to achieve the goal of killing the Primarch, Fulgrim does not mind using some dishonorable means.

This is a war, a war without any justice and morality!

Since he can't win a one-on-one fight, the Demon Prince can just call a group fight.

Under Fulgrim's call, thousands of [Noise Warriors] gathered beside the Father of Genes.

The fallen betrayers will launch a final charge against the Primarch and the remaining loyalists under the leadership of the Father of Genes.

Thousands of [Noise Warriors] were used to consume the Primarch's physical strength. When the Primarch reached the limit, the Demon Prince used the short blade covered with Slaanesh poison to make the final blow.

This was a simple and crude, but effective tactic.

The remaining loyalists dragged their wounded bodies and once again firmly guarded the Primarch.

There were less than a hundred glorious Astartes left, and even more than half of the powerful Guards of the Imperial Guards had returned to the Golden Throne.

The living saint Celestine had his arm cut off by a betrayer, and the blood flashing with golden light slowly flowed down the golden armor...

The body and mind of the loyalists had reached the limit! But for the great Emperor and the Primarch, the Imperial warriors still raised their weapons and roared angrily at the despicable betrayers.

The [Blade of Zeal] held in the palm of the living saint burst into a brilliant golden light! Under the resoluteness of anger and sacrifice, the Emperor's Chosen Ones burst out with amazing and terrifying power.

Celestine's holy body was suspended in the sky, and her soft golden wings cast light on the tragic battlefield.

The traitors had a hard time in this light, but the loyalists received the blessing of the Emperor.

Physical strength was recovering rapidly, and the serious injuries were healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Such a miracle made every loyalist extremely excited! !

Shield Captain Valerian held the Guard Spear and directly pierced the head of a [Noise Warrior]! The Primarch held up the Emperor's Sword and summoned the Emperor's Fire wrapped in destruction.

The filthy power from Chaos is the best fuel for the Emperor's Fire! Almost in an instant, the traitors who were charging in the front were swallowed by the brilliant Emperor's Fire.

But the number of traitors was too many!

Even if the loyalists fought bravely, the [Noise Warriors], which were as turbulent as the tide, still showed no sign of decreasing.

The loyalists fell one after another! Until the end, the only ones who could follow the Primarch were the Living Saint Celestine and the Captain of the Shield Guards Valerian.

The Primarch protected the two wounded people behind him and resisted the charge from the betrayers alone.

"My brother, there is no point in struggling in vain!" Fulgrim showed a smile of victory, "Come on, join me in the great Castle of Pleasure!"

"A pervert invites others to join the pervert camp?" The Primarch's pupils were full of contempt, "Oh, what a joke!"

"Since you are stubborn, then I can only express regret!" The Demon Prince spread his hands, "Anyway, you still can't escape the fate of embracing the Prince of Pleasure after struggling to the end."

"What the hell is the Prince of Pleasure?"

Before the Primarch could speak, an emotionless mechanical voice came from the edge of the battlefield.

"Only the great God of All Machines is qualified to be the faith of the Empire and mankind!"

The Forging General, whose mechanical body was more than half damaged, suddenly jumped up! !

As early as the moment the Demon Prince revealed his true form, the Forge General realized that this was a conspiracy that could overthrow the entire empire.

The Forge General was indeed ambitious! But when it came to fighting Chaos, this oil man would not hesitate at all.

The devout believer of the God of All Machines forcibly overloaded all the equipment on his body! He used irreversible damage in exchange for a speed that even the Demon Prince could not react to.

"Damn Chaos! Tremble in the glory of the God of All Machines!"

Several thrusters spraying blue flames protruded from the back of the Forge General!

A blue arc flashed like a meteor, and the Forge General embraced Fulgrim's snake body with his cold mechanical arms, pushing this hateful traitor all the way into the cold galaxy.

The micro-nuclear weapon that was forcibly terminated by the Primarch began to flash again! ! !

"This is the anger of the God of All Machines!"

Accompanied by a silent roar, a brilliant light bloomed between the cold galaxies!

The body of the Forge General disintegrated in the high temperature and shock wave generated by the explosion! This oil man who betrayed the glory of the throne chose to fight for humanity at the last moment of his life.

But unfortunately, even a close-range nuclear explosion could not burn the twisted body of the Demon Prince into ashes.

Although Fulgrim was severely injured in the nuclear explosion, the victory of this war was still firmly grasped in the hands of the betrayer.

"Now, no one can help you!" Fulgrim's wounds were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, "Welcome your destiny! You will become the most dazzling member of the Pleasure Castle."

The Primarch did not speak, but silently raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand.

The tragic war has exhausted the Primarch's psychic energy! Without the blessing of golden spiritual energy, the Emperor's Sword is just a sharper weapon.

This war has reached the most desperate moment!