Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

At the end of the thirty-first millennium, the Chaos Warmaster led the Black Legion in the first Black Crusade.

Although the war ended with the defeat of the Black Legion, the Chaos Warmaster also achieved his goal - obtaining the magic sword [Draconion].

The Chaos Warmaster reached some kind of deal with the Warp entity that resided in the sword. In the ten thousand years that followed, [Draconion] has been active on the battlefield as Abaddon's sword.

But rationally speaking, the Chaos Warmaster actually does not like this powerful magic sword.

The Warp Demon that resides in the Demon Sword cannot be trusted! And the power of that demon is far beyond what Abaddon can control.

The fall of Prince Fulgrim of Slaanesh is still fresh in our minds! The Warmaster of Chaos does not want to be like that fool Fulgrim, who was possessed by a demon that appeared out of nowhere.

Therefore, in most cases, the Chaos Warmaster would rather use the Claw of Horus than easily release this dangerous magic sword.

But the humiliation brought upon Abaddon by the Primarch had caused the Chaos Warmaster's rage to overwhelm his reason.

The Chaos Warmaster paid a "price" to unlock the full power of the sword.

The long-dormant Draconian has revived! The soul devoured by the sword wailed in pain, and the suffocating power of chaos filled every corner of the weapon.

The demon born from the first "murder", the terrifying existence that once severely damaged the Emperor, the creation with the title of "End of the Empire", at this moment, bared its ferocious fangs to the Primarch.

Feeling the pure malice coming from the magic sword, the Primarch's expression began to become solemn.

"[Draconion] once drank the blood of the Corpse King!" Abaddon pointed the blade of the magic sword at the Primarch, "And today, it will once again harvest the soul of a Primarch!"

"I don't have the habit of giving my soul to others!" The Primarch raised a sarcastic smile, "If you really want to stab someone... I can ask the Mechanicus to clone another Horus, just for you to stab!"

This is undoubtedly a blatant mockery!!

Before the Sons of Horus were officially renamed the Black Legion, Abaddon personally killed a clone of the Gene-Father Horus.

Although Clone Horus did not blame his offspring, this incident still left an indelible shadow in Abaddon's heart.

The taunting from the Primarch touched the Chaos Warmaster's sore spot, and the rage burning like a raging fire burned away the last bit of Abaddon's sanity.

The Chaos Warmaster held Draconion high and rushed towards the Primarch like an arrow.

With the blessing of [Draconion], the speed of the Chaos Warmaster has far exceeded the speed of sound.

Even a powerful Primarch could only catch a blurry afterimage!

The next moment, a sound like the scream of a ghost rang in the Primarch's ears! The Primarch's heart trembled, and he instinctively raised the Emperor's Sword to block.

boom...

The thunderous sound of metal colliding rang out! Several Black Legion veterans closest to the Chaos Warmaster were blown dozens of meters away by this terrifying shock wave.

This shocking war has gone beyond the scope of human comprehension.

Even the aftermath of the battle between the two sides can easily crush the veterans of the Black Legion and even the powerful Imperial Guards!

The amplification that [Draconion] brings to Abaddon is extremely powerful! Even with the assistance of the Emperor's Sword, the Primarch can only barely hold on in the face of the Chaos Warmaster's overwhelming attack.

However, blindly defending will inevitably lead to omissions.

The Chaos Warmaster seized the Primarch's fleeting flaw! Abaddon tightly grasped the magic sword in his hand, and the sharp blade pierced the Primarch's heart.

Even though the Primarch had made evasive moves in advance, the magic sword that housed the Warp entity still pierced through the thick [Holy Armor] and left a hideous scar on the side of the Primarch.

Pain! The pain spread from my side to my whole body like a tide.

The original body's strong heart beat like an overloaded engine, and the glands hidden throughout the body secreted hormones frantically, trying to block the transmission of pain by the nerves.

But it is doomed to be in vain!

The pain felt by the Primarch did not come from trauma, but from the Warp entity that resided in the sword.

The moment Draconian wounded the Primarch, the Warp entity residing in it silently penetrated into the Primarch's soul through the wound.

During the [Webway War] ten thousand years ago, this demon used the same method to severely damage the great Lord of Humanity in front of the Custodes and the Mechanicus.

This demon, born from human emotions, feeds on souls! The pure soul of the Primarch is an irresistible temptation for this demon.

As the nominal master of Draconion, the Chaos Warmaster is well aware of the demon's capabilities.

During the ten thousand years that Abaddon wielded the sword, all creatures wounded by Draconian would have their souls devoured by this demon of the Warp.

Without exception, over ten thousand years!

The golden pupils of the Primarch began to glow, which was a sign that his soul was about to be devoured!

The goddess of victory had smiled upon the betrayer.

But Abaddon, who was confident of victory, was not in a hurry to kill the Primarch! The Chaos Warmaster just stood in front of the Primarch, staring at this giant who might bring hope to the Empire.

"The era of the Primarch is over." Abaddon's ugly face was filled with madness. "Next, I will lead the Black Legion to create a new era."

"An era... that belongs only to the strong!!!"

Although the Astartes and the Custodes were not clear about what was happening, they were aware of the crisis facing the Primarch.

Under the leadership of a Custodian of the Blade, the Astartes and the Custodians began an attempt to break through the traitor's defenses and reclaim the Primarch from Abaddon.

But the betrayers obviously won't let the loyalists get their way.

The Black Legion's ancient soldiers formed into battle formations, using ancient tactics from the Great Crusade to delay the Loyalists' advance.

The Primarch is the only hope of the Empire for thousands of years! But at this moment, the loyalists can only watch hope disappear.

The Primarch's aura grew weaker and weaker, while the smile on the Chaos Warmaster's face grew more arrogant.

The moment the Primarch's soul is completely devoured by the devil, a new era will dawn under the leadership of the Chaos Warmaster.

…

Deep within the Primarch's soul.

[Draconian] gazed at the primarch's pure soul with greedy eyes.

Long before the rise of humanity, the Draconian was born from the depths of the Sea of ​​Souls.