Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

If the landing continues as planned, it will inevitably alert the Chaos Demon.

After carefully studying the topographic map, the Orion gunship finally landed on an open space several kilometers away from the Governor's Palace.

Near this open space is a maintenance passage for maintaining pipelines. This passage allows loyalists to reach the Governor's Palace without any hindrance.

The captain of the shield guard led the imperial guards to push open the long-sealed door of the passage. Dust fell like raindrops, and a dark and deep corridor suddenly appeared in front of the primarch.

The loyalists held their weapons tightly in their hands and stepped into the unknown darkness! After a short journey, they arrived at the gate at the end of the passage.

When the gate opened, the scene in front of them startled everyone!

Sculptures and paintings by masters were neatly stacked on the walls on both sides of the corridor! The value of each piece of art here is enough for an ordinary person to work hard for a lifetime.

In today's administrative system of the Empire, corruption has become the norm for most officials! Obviously, the planetary governor here is also one of the termites of the Empire.

"What a bunch of parasites!" The Primarch was a little angry, but now was obviously not a good time to think about this problem.

The loyalists passed by the priceless works of art, and after silently killing several Chaos Daemons that blocked their way, the Primarch finally reached the deepest part of the Governor's Palace.

What comes into view is a large ballroom.

The pollution from Chaos has long since eroded the planet, but puzzlingly, this ballroom seems to be unaffected.

There was still a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere in the ballroom.

The red wine and champagne produced by Garden World were neatly stacked on the table, and the spotless tableware sparkled under the warm yellow light! In the distance, you could even smell a faint scent of perfume.

Amid the melodious music, countless well-dressed nobles were dancing in the center of the ballroom! As their skirts fluttered, the grand round dance came to an end.

But then, a melodious classical music started playing again!

Along with the pleasant music, the nobles skillfully exchanged dance partners and once again joined the never-ending dance party.

The atmosphere of the ball should have been relaxed and joyful, but there was no sign of enjoyment on the faces of these nobles! There was only... endless fear like a tide.

In fact, the dancing of these nobles had lasted for two days and two nights.

The culprit behind all this is a Nurgle plague called "Dance of Death"! People infected with this Nurgle virus will dance wildly in extreme excitement.

Until the body's energy is exhausted and eventually death from exhaustion.

This is a vicious curse from Nurgle! And it was Mortarion the Plagueborn who infected these termites with the virus.

Although Mortarion has betrayed the Empire, this does not mean that he has any good feelings towards these termites! As a former warrior, the Son of Death is most disgusted by these guys who think they are superior to others.

"Since you like dancing so much, just dance to your heart's content all at once!" These were the exact words the Son of Death said to the parasites of the empire.

Similar to Mortarion, the Primarch also hated these greedy parasites! The Primarch and the Guards ignored the frightened nobles and walked straight to a secret compartment deep in the ballroom.

There is the treasury where the planetary governor stores treasures, and the alien creation [Eye of Dark Night] is stored here.

At the signal from the Primarch, the shield captain used the bolter in his hand to smash the gate of the treasure house! In an instant, an indescribable stench rushed out from the gap in the gate.

With a sound like pus surging, a group of betrayers covered with pus and lumps poured out of the treasure house! From the legion emblem covered with pus, it can be vaguely seen that they once belonged to the glorious 14th Legion.

Since this group of stinking plague pigs have appeared here, then the Primarch of the Death Guard, Plagueson Mortarion, must be nearby!

As expected, a strange green mist poured out from the gap in the gate! Under the gaze of the Primarch, the green mist slowly condensed into a huge figure emitting a foul smell.

The Son of Death - Mortarion!

Under the distortion of the power of the warp, Mortarion's handsome face inherited from the Emperor had already become extremely ugly! Pustules, lumps and various growths covered every corner of his body.

White maggots crawled in and out of the wound on the betrayer's face, and pale yellow pus slowly flowed down with the movement of the maggots...

Such a scene is disgusting!

The moment he saw the Primarch, Mortarion's disgusting face revealed a trace of extremely clumsy exaggeration.

It was clear that Mortarion had learned of Gawain's existence from Abaddon in advance.

"Look what I found? A Primarch I do not know!" Mortarion grinned. "My dear brother, is this what you are looking for?"

The Son of Plague opened his palm, and a gem that looked like it was carved from obsidian was lying quietly in the palm of this traitor.

There is no doubt that this black orb is the [Eye of Darkness] that the Empire and the betrayers have been fighting for.

Now that the Eye of Night has fallen into Mortarion's hands, there is nothing more to talk about! The Primarch drew the Emperor's Sword from his waist, and the sharp blade pointed directly at the fallen Son of the Emperor.

When Mortarion saw the Emperor's Sword in the Primarch's hand, an undisguised look of disdain appeared on the Plague Son's face.

"It's really surprising that our great father would give you the Emperor's Sword! It seems that the old man has chosen you as his successor."

Mortarion suddenly grinned, and white maggots fell from the corners of his mouth to the ground.

"If that's the case, then I'll have no choice but to take your life! The fall of the Emperor's successor will surely bring turmoil to that corrupt empire."

Mortarion spread out his wings of death that were filled with the aura of decay, and then pulled out the sickle of death that was wrapped in viruses and fungi from the gap between the wings.

The two powerful Primarchs looked at each other, and the battle was about to break out!

"Motarion, you will pay the price for your betrayal!" The Primarch wearing the sacred armor jumped high.

The Emperor's Sword, filled with spiritual energy, emitted a brilliant blue light. With a dull roar, the Emperor's Sword and the Scythe of Death collided fiercely.

The collision of the two legendary weapons sparked a dazzling spark, and the violent shock wave spread out in all directions with the two people's bodies as the center.