Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Amidst a dull sound of airflow, the hatch of the boarding torpedo slowly opened! Milky white low-temperature gas spread between the hatches, and with it came a suffocating sense of killing.

"Those who betray the glory of the Emperor will be killed without mercy!" A voice as cold as metal came, "In the name of the Imperial Guard, I grant you death!!!"

A golden guard spear shot out from the depths of the white fog! In front of this weapon that embodies the pinnacle technology of the Empire, the power armor blessed by the gods of the betrayers is as ridiculous as paper.

The guard spear effortlessly pierced the chests of the two betrayers, and then penetrated the metal partition of the warship with a deafening roar, and nailed it to the cold deck.

Facing the murderous Imperial Guard guard in front of them, the betrayers looked at each other, and they all saw a touch of fear on each other's faces.

As the eternal soldiers who had experienced the Horus Heresy, they certainly knew what the word "Imperial Guard" meant.

The birth of each Admiral is a miracle.

Unlike the crude organ implantation surgery of the Astartes, the Admirals created by genetic technology and bio-alchemy can be called a work of art.

Even a Admiral who has just walked out of the incubator is strong enough to easily crush a squad of Space Marines.

In that magnificent Great Crusade, it was because of the side-by-side fighting of the Admirals and the Space Marines that the territory of the Empire was able to expand to most of the galaxy in a short period of time.

Some people in the Black Legion had fought side by side with the Admirals, and it was because of this that they knew very well the horror of these golden giants.

At the moment when the Admirals appeared, all the traitors present had been sentenced to death! All struggles were in vain, and death would come as expected.

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The surface of the planet.

At this moment, the Primarchs and the Sons of Fire Dragon were not aware of the changes that had taken place inside the Chaos warship.

Under the will of the Primarch, the commander of the Salamanders led 80% of the Astartes to the deeper part of the Hive ruins.

The task that the Salamanders commander received was to destroy the Dark Hand by all means when there was no way out.

The Primarch would lead the remaining Salamanders to delay the Black Legion's advance as much as possible.

For the Salamanders who followed the Primarch, this battle might be the last battle of their lives.

But as mentioned before, as the Emperor's angels of death, the Astartes never fear death.

They are all glorious sons of the Fire Dragon, and they will stand on the battlefield with the banner of the Salamanders until the last moment.

The betrayer came faster than the Primarch imagined!

Through some unknown warp spell, the psychic wizards in the Black Legion "saw" the location of the Dark Hand.

Along with the Dark Hand, the Primarch and the Astartes who gathered around him were also "seen".

The height of ordinary Astartes is less than two meters and eight meters. Even the Salamanders, which are famous for their stupidity, are rarely taller than three meters.

Gawain, who was surrounded by the Sons of Fire Dragons, was a terrifying four and a half meters tall! There is no doubt that he is a powerful son of the Emperor!

Such a horrible discovery shocked the psychic wizard.

But when the psychic wizard told Carlos about his discovery, the Lord of the Black Legion did not behave too badly.

As a member who personally experienced the massacre at the landing site, Carlos knew one thing very well! Every Primarch is extremely powerful, but they are not invincible.

Just like Ferrus Manus and Sanguinius in the past, as long as the damage caused is enough, even the son of the Emperor cannot escape the fate of falling.

[Destroyer] Carlos is one of the few Chaos believers with a certain faith in the Black Legion.

As the Chaos Chosen Champion of Khorne, Carlos's strength is naturally beyond doubt!

In the case of extreme anger, the strength that Carlos can burst out can even be compared with the Primarch before he ascended to the devil.

For the believers of the evil god, without awakening the essence of the warp, even the Primarch is just a slightly stronger mortal.

Carlos has enough confidence to cut off Gawain's head! Ten thousand years after the death of Horus Lupercal, the father of genes, the descendants of Horus will once again kill a Primarch.

With the help of the warp sorcery, the traitors of the Black Legion soon came to the Primarch.

More than three hundred veterans of the Black Legion, plus Carlos, the champion of Khorne's God...

It can be imagined that this will be an extremely difficult battle.

Gawain raised the chainsaw sword in his hand, and the sons of the fire dragon guarded the Primarch, ready to fight.

The traitors of the Black Legion had an absolute advantage in numbers, but what surprised the Primarch was that the Lord of the Black Legion, Carlos, was not in a hurry to order an attack.

"Salute you, respected Primarch!" Carlos, with his muscles all over his body, came to the Primarch and performed an extremely blasphemous etiquette to Gawain.

"I don't need the respect of a traitor." The Primarch's pupils were full of indifference, "The chaotic aura on you... makes me sick!"

"I don't care what you think of me." Carlos' body began to steam with a red aura, and some unparalleled terrifying power was brewing in the body of this traitor.

"As a believer of the Lord of Brass, I only worship strength! I only need a hearty battle, an exciting death fight!!" The chainsaw sword in Carlos's hand began to roar.

"This battle will decide both victory and defeat and life and death! Please witness, the great Lord of Brass, I will personally kill a son of the Emperor today!"

Carlos's crazy roar echoed over the ruins, and the bloody fighting will tore through the curtain of reality and illusion and reached the highest sky.

The Lord of the Skulls, sitting on the brass throne, opened his eyes. This bloody fighting will made Khorne feel a long-lost pleasure.

Compared with the death fight of a God-chosen champion, the battle in the bloody arena in front of him was just a small fight.

For the first time in hundreds of years, the Lord of Brass moved his eyes away from the bloody arena and cast his gaze on the physical universe.

At the end of his sight, Khorne saw the God-chosen champion Carlos!

Among all the chosen champions, Carlos is the one that is more favored by Khorne.

Every ten years or so, the Lord of the Black Legion will offer a grand and magnificent death to the Lord of Bronze.