Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The Primarch drew a chainsword from the hands of a fallen Angel of Mourning and hurled it with all his might in the direction in which the Death Wizard was fleeing.

A milky white sonic boom cloud burst into life! Under the terrifying power of the Primarch, the chainsaw sword branded with the emblem of the Angel of Mourning instantly broke through the speed of sound.

The chainsaw sword carrying terrifying kinetic energy smashed the death wizard's head, and then nailed it to the wall of the core area with the remaining force.

The headless traitor staggered to the ground, and the culprit who desecrated the warrior's remains had been punished.

"Next... it's your turn!" The Primarch clenched the Emperor's Sword in his hand and stared at the Chaos Warmaster surrounded by the Black Legion with a cold gaze.

"I am happy to accept your challenge! Your head will become my most precious trophy!" Abaddon's brows were filled with disgusting arrogance.

The air was filled with a suffocating smell of gunpowder, and the war between the Four Gods and the Primarchs was about to break out.

Abaddon raised the Claw of Horus inherited from the Gene-Father and roared as he chopped off the Primarch's head.

The speed of this attack was so fast that even the powerful imperial guards could not see it clearly.

But the Primarch easily dodged the Chaos Warmaster's blow.

Taking advantage of the moment when Abaddon's body rushed forward, the Primarch stabbed out with the Sword of the Emperor in his hand.

The Emperor's Sword, shining with golden light, pierced through the Chaos Warmaster's power armor and left a deep scar on Abaddon's waist that was visible to the bone.

The burning Emperor's fire burned the Chaos Warmaster's wounds! Even the blessings of the Chaos Gods could not drive away this great power from the Lord of Mankind.

The pain of being burned by the Emperor's fire made Abaddon furious, and the blessing from the Lord of the Skull took effect at this moment!

Under the blessing of Khorne, the intense pain became the source of Abaddon's power! The Lord of the Black Legion leaped high and launched a powerful slash at the Primarch.

The ancient Claw of Horus emitted a low humming sound. At such a close distance, the Primarch had no chance to dodge.

The copper-colored Emperor's Sword was once again filled with spiritual energy! The Primarch held the Emperor's Sword across his chest and blocked the Chaos Warmaster's slash with pure strength.

Abaddon was hurled several meters away by the recoil force, but the Primarch only took two steps back!

Comparing the two, the difference is obvious.

The gods hidden deep within the Warp watched the battle.

Especially the Lord of Skulls sitting on the brass throne. Every detail of the battle between the four gods and the Primarch can make Khorne feel just right.

If the Emperor's gaze had not been still upon Khorne, the blessing from the Brass Throne would have already been bestowed upon the Primarch.

Slightly different from the performance of the Lord of Skulls, the Lord of Change, who was relying on the Crystal Forest, had little interest in this epic battle that would affect the entire galaxy.

As the [Weaver of Fate], Tzeentch had already seen the outcome of this battle through the thread of fate!

The Lord of Change had no interest in a war whose outcome was already known.

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Physical universe, core area of ​​Blackstone Fortress.

The terrifying power unleashed by the Primarch caused Abaddon to fall into a brief shock.

At that moment, the Primarch charged towards the Chaos Warmaster! Almost instantly, the Primarch, wearing the [Sacred Armor], arrived at Abaddon's side.

"Look at me, you damned bastard!" The Primarch's pupils were shining with a light as bright as molten gold!

The Emperor's Sword, overflowing with spiritual energy, easily deflected the Claw of Horus that was slashing down like a giant scythe.

Under the shocked gazes of the loyalists and betrayers alike, the Primarch kicked over the massive body of the Chaos Warmaster.

Abaddon's left arm equipped with the Claw of Horus was stepped on by the Primarch. The angry Primarch grabbed the Chaos Warmaster's plait and punched Abaddon's hateful face with his heavy fist covered with golden gauntlet.

Boom, boom, boom…

The dull sound of heavy objects colliding with flesh echoed in this space! The heavy fist wrapped in the Emperor's wrath smashed the roar of the Chaos Warmaster, and at the same time severely humiliated every traitor present.

"How dare you humiliate the great Warmaster of Chaos like this!"

Abaddon, who was trampled under the Primarch's feet, tried to struggle, and in response to Abaddon's resistance, the Primarch's punches became even more powerful.

"This punch is for the Astra Militarum and Astartes who died in the battle!" The Primarch struck out with a powerful punch, smashing the traitor's nose.

"This punch is for the fallen Pure Fire!" The Primarch delivered another blow, hammering Abaddon's jaw to one side.

"This punch... is for the remains of the warriors you enslaved." The Primarch punched Abaddon's eyeball with anger.

Under the Primarch's furious punch, Abaddon's ugly face began to distort at a speed visible to the naked eye!

After hundreds of heavy punches, the Chaos Warmaster's face had completely lost its human appearance...

"You forced me to do this! I will use your head and blood... to wash away this shame." Abaddon roared angrily.

As the Chaos Warmaster's rage grew, an even more terrifying force surged from the depths of the traitor's soul.

Under the blessing of this power, Abaddon, who was trampled under the feet of the Primarch, broke free!

The generous blessing from the loving father quickly repaired the scars on the face of the Chaos Warmaster! In the flash of light, Abaddon's miserable face has been restored to its original state.

The Primarch did not care about the Chaos Warmaster who broke free from his restraints. What really concerned him was the dark long sword held tightly in Abaddon's hand.

The Primarch had seen the description of this sword in the database of the Imperial Guard.

The magic sword [Draconion]!

It also has another name that is not officially recognized - [End of the Empire].

An ancient and powerful demon is sealed in the magic sword [Draconian]! This demon with the same name as the magic sword was born from the first "murder" of mankind.

Draconian represents the pure malice of mankind!!!

This abominable demon was sealed by the Emperor during the Webway War during the Horus Heresy! The Emperor himself was also severely injured in the process of sealing Draconian.

Even at the moment of the final battle with Horus the Treason, the Emperor's injuries had not yet recovered.

In a sense, if Draconian had not severely damaged the Emperor, the future of the Empire and the galaxy would not be as dark and crazy as it is now.

Since the Webway War, Draconian has been sealed in the Tower of Silence on the ancient battlefield of Ullanor.