Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

"If I find out there's anything wrong with this thing, I'll crush your head the first second." The Primarch's voice was filled with threats.

To this, Trazyn just gave a hoarse laugh.

After all, this kind of threat is basically equivalent to nothing for the Endless who have countless trumpets. Unless the Primarch can find Trazyn's real body along the network cable, otherwise, what will be destroyed is just a useless body.

The grey robe was draped over the Primarch like a cloak, the rough texture of the linen brightening Gawain's mood.

After no longer worrying about being chilled by the wind, the Primarch began to re-examine the alien in front of him.

"Trazyn, tell me why you're here." Gawain repeated his previous words. "I will decide whether to tear off your head based on your answer."

"As I said before, I'm just a powerless collector." Trazyn shrugged helplessly, "I came here just to find a replacement for my damaged collection."

"Replacement?" Gawain raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, it was the orc boss you killed." Trazyn said lightly, "That orc had the genetic sequence of the Bad Moon Clan, which happened to be the missing part of my collection."

"I'm so sorry for damaging your collection."

"Please don't mind it." Trazyn's voice was emotionless. "It's worth my trip to witness the birth of a Primarch."

Under Gawain's gaze, Trazyn slowly raised the scepter in his hand.

The precision mechanical structure embedded in the top of the scepter glowed with brilliant green light. This was the unique phase technology of the Necrons. Through this technology that humans could not understand, the Necrons were able to travel over long distances while bypassing the subspace.

The phase space slowly unfolded, and Trazyn hunched figure disappeared into the phase space as if it was erased by an eraser.

But just before the Endless completely disappeared, the linen robe on the Primarch's body suddenly emitted a green glow without any warning.

There is no doubt that Trazyn the Infinite had tampered with this robe.

Almost instantly, the Primarch realized that he had been deceived and rushed to Trazyn, who had not yet fully entered the phase space.

"Thank you for your generous gift! This is the first robe worn by the Primarch when he came into the world. It will become the most historically significant piece in my collection." Trazyn's slightly illusory voice came from the phase space.

Before planning to strip the Primarch of his clothes and run away, the Infinite had already calculated everything.

This should be foolproof!

But it turned out that Trazyn had underestimated the power of the Primarch.

At the last moment before the Endless was about to disappear, Gawain tore off half of the alien's body.

The next second, the green light disappeared and everything returned to silence.

The only difference is the Primarch who started walking the bird again and the half metal skeleton in his hand.

Gawain: "…"

Looking at the broken metal skeleton in his hand, the Primarch didn't know what to say! Trazyn had gone to such great lengths, only to strip Gawain of his clothes.

How to say it?

I am speechless!

However, although the clothes that he had worked so hard to get were lost, the Primarch did not gain nothing at all.

From the half of the body that Trazyn dropped, Gawain found the phase device that the alien used to store its collection.

The defensive barrier on top of the device is indeed very strong, but for a powerful Primarch, this level of defense is no different from paper.

Gawain exerted a little force with his palm, and the defensive barrier from the Necrons shattered.

The collections stored in the phase device gushed out like a gusher, and all kinds of rare treasures flooded the Primarch's ankles in a very short time.

Gawain and Trazyn are both collectors, but their focus is obviously different when collecting.

Most of the collections carried by the Endless's clone were of little significance to the original master. There was only one collection that was truly useful to Gawain.

Collection: [Fire Dragon Scale]

Samsung Collectibles.

[A scale from the armor of the Primarch Vulkan Vulkan. Vulkan himself may not care about this scale, but for the Sons of the Fire Dragon, it represents the glory of the Chapter. ]

Collection Reward: [A Salamander Squad of 100 people and the corresponding battle barge will join your team. ]

The moment the collection atlas was lit up, a huge curtain of light slowly unfolded in front of the original body.

Boom boom boom…

A sound like a giant hammer hitting steel came from deep within the light curtain. At this moment, the ground was shaking! A team of 100 Salamanders came to the Primarch with heavy steps, slowly but firmly.

"Greetings to you, great Primarch!" The Sons of the Fire Dragon hammered their breastplates with their right fists to express their respect for a Primarch.

Gawain did not say anything. The Primarch just stood there, silently examining the group of Sons of the Fire Dragon who had joined his ranks.

There are no tough guys without helmets. Bad review!

Gawain secretly complained in his heart.

…

Deep beneath the Death World of Unkovold, a long-abandoned Necron tomb has activated itself without warning.

The blinding green light illuminated the dark underground. Amid a slight roar, the broken body of the Infinite One Tarasim appeared in an extremely complex device.

After paying the price of losing half of his body, Trazyn finally completed the phase transfer.

The data processing center of this clone had been destroyed by the original body. In the absence of the center, even the reconstruction system in the Undead Tomb could not completely repair it.

In other words, this clone of Trazyn is completely useless.

"What a terrifying power." Deep in the darkness, "Trazyn " came to the clone with a mechanical scepter in his hand.

The Endless One did not care about this completely destroyed advanced body. The only thing that could interest the collector was the linen robe brought back by this clone.

"A qualified collection!" Trazyn's hoarse voice was full of satisfaction. Unfortunately, no one could share this satisfaction with him except the unintelligent underworld construct.

…

At the same time, on the Salamander's battle barge.

The Primarch sat on the throne temporarily built by the salamanders, watching the time with an inexplicable gaze.

137.M41!

This is a very concerning time.

In a timeline without any external interference, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon will launch the Twelfth Black Crusade two years later.

Like the previous eleven Black Crusades, Abaddon's Twelfth Black Crusade also ended in failure.