Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The great wrath of the Emperor has fallen upon the Blackstone Fortress, and those who turn their backs on the Golden Throne will receive their destined destruction.

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

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

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

The cold passage was covered with dried blood! The broken bodies of the loyalists lay on both sides of the passage. Even though death had already come, the imperial soldiers still held their weapons tightly.

Everyone here is the Emperor's greatest warrior! Their sacrifices for humanity deserve to be remembered forever by every citizen of the Empire.

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

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

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

That young face covered in blood moved every soldier present.

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

"Have a good sleep, child!" A guard pulled off his silk cloak and covered the warrior's body with it.

"Your blood and sacrifice will not be in vain! The great Emperor's Son will lead the Empire and bring death and terror to every enemy of the Empire!"

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

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

The corpses of the betrayers paved a road of death! The loyalists walked through blood and death and fought their way to the core area of ​​Blackstone Fortress.

The Chaos Warmaster and the Black Legion were already waiting here, ready for battle.

Abaddon was not surprised by the arrival of the Primarch.

Whether in the future revealed by the cursed prophet Moriana or in the oracle from 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 of the Primarchs in Abaddon's memory.

Everything about Gawain is shrouded in mystery, and this sense of mystery fascinates Abaddon!

Of course, the Chaos Warmaster did not intend to have a sweet love affair 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 bestow more blessings on the Warmaster!

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 Primarch's wrath, the Chaos Warmaster also thoughtfully prepared a "gift" for Gawain.

The death wizards from the Plague Legion implanted a virus containing the power of Nurgle into the bodies of the Astartes and the Astra Militarum.

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

The stinking plague and virus took over the warriors' bodies, and under the manipulation of the death wizard... the resurrected imperial warriors became the enemy of mankind.

What a irony!!

Noble warriors spent their lives protecting everything in the empire, but after their death, even their bodies could not rest in peace!!

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

No human being could remain calm after seeing the bodies of their compatriots being desecrated in this way!

Even though the loyalists did not have the advantage in numbers, at this moment, they still roared furiously at the despicable and blasphemous betrayers.

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

The Primarch, wearing the sacred armor, held the Emperor's sword high, charging at the front like an undefeated golden god of war! The silent guards held the guard spears and stood faithfully beside the Primarch.

The betrayers who had participated in the Great Crusade actually saw a hint of the Emperor's shadow in the Primarch.

Even though the great Lord of Humanity has been imprisoned on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years, his golden figure shining like the sun still makes the betrayers extremely terrified.

The war hasn't even started yet, but the betrayer has already lost momentum!

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

Facing the enraged Primarchs and Astartes, the Death Sorcerers from the Plague Legion began to chant blasphemous spells.

The power of Nurgle, filled 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 has left the warriors covered with foul-smelling pus! The crazy and empty eyes made the Primarch feel deeply hurt.

"Poor dead souls, let me free you!"

Incomparably brilliant golden spiritual energy flowed in the Primarch's pupils! 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 chaos forces. Under the burning of the Emperor's fire, the plague and virus of Nurgle disappeared in an instant.

Disappeared along with it were the broken bodies of the imperial warriors...

"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 the betrayer feel death!

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