Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

In the long years from ancient times to the present, Draconian has devoured the souls of countless lives! But no soul has ever been as pure and flawless as the Primarch.

"Such a pure and beautiful soul, I really want to taste what it tastes like!" Draconian opened his huge mouth full of fangs and tried to swallow the Primarch's soul into his stomach.

But just before [Draconion] was about to touch the Primarch's soul, a light as bright as gold suddenly appeared.

A slightly illusory sun slowly rose from the depths of the Primarch's soul! As a Primarch, Gawain naturally possessed his own "subspace essence".

Although this power is far from awakening! But even if it only exists here, it is enough to make Draconian feel fear.

To the people of the Empire, the light emitted by this sun is gentle and great! But to the warp entities born from twisted emotions, such light is like a blazing fire.

The burning of the sun brought great pain to Draconian!

This monster, who was full of malice towards humans, tried to escape from the burning of the sun, but at this moment, a teasing voice came from afar.

"Come as you please, leave as you please? How is that possible? This is not a vegetable market!"

A copper-colored long sword pierced through the golden sun! The Emperor's Sword cut through the illusory space and nailed Draconian to the ground before he could react.

No matter how this abominable monster struggled, it could not break free from the shackles of the Emperor's Sword.

"If struggling is useful, what's the point of death?" A figure in golden armor appeared in front of the devil without warning.

The Primarch stared at the struggling Draconian, and a chilling coldness flashed in his golden pupils.

"Are you ready to die? Damn demon!"

"No, how can this be possible!" Draconian's tone was filled with fear. "Even the human called the Emperor cannot bind me so easily."

"Poor creature, humans will always make progress!" The Primarch's voice sounded like a death warrant, "The great Emperor carries the faith and hope of the Empire and mankind for ten thousand years!"

"Times have changed! The current human master is simply incomparable to a scumbag like you."

The Primarch placed his palm lightly on the hilt of the Emperor's Sword.

"The Emperor's Sword has followed the Lord of Mankind in battle for thousands of years! Countless enemies of the Empire have been slain by the Emperor's sword, and you will only be an insignificant one among them."

Like a surging tide, golden spiritual energy poured into the sword blade! The Emperor's Sword, overflowing with spiritual energy, shone with a pure ice-blue light.

Elegant, yet deadly!!

The Primarch was filled with cold murderous intent and had locked onto Draconian! The abominable demon didn't even have time to scream before being completely wiped out by the mighty power of the Emperor's Sword.

But unfortunately, [Draconian] did not die.

As a subspace entity born from the first "murder" of mankind, Draconian represents the "malice" rooted in the human soul.

Because of this, this demon cannot be killed by any "human".

Draconian will eventually be reborn in the malice of mankind! It can be predicted... this time will definitely not be too long.

The subspace entity hidden in the magic sword has been temporarily destroyed under the terrifying power of the [Sword of the Emperor].

After losing the core that provided it with power, the Draconian in the hands of the Chaos Warmaster was at best just a slightly sharp iron sword.

The Chaos Warmaster who has lost his magic sword is nothing to be feared!

...

The core area of ​​Blackrock Fortress.

The moment Draconian was annihilated by the Emperor's Sword, the Chaos Warmaster sensed the changes that had taken place on the sword.

Abaddon's eyes were filled with murderous intent! No matter what happened, killing the Primarch who had lost the power to resist was the best option!

The Claw of Horus mounted on Abaddon's left arm emitted a low humming sound, and the sickle-like claw blade was raised high, piercing the Primarch's heart and throat.

"No!!!" The loyalists besieged by the Black Legion were furious.

The hope that the empire has been guarding for thousands of years is about to fall, and they... can only watch the tragedy happen.

Boom!

A dull metallic collision sound echoed in the silent core area.

However, the Claw of Horus did not go straight through the Primarch's chest as the Chaos Warmaster had imagined.

The Emperor's Sword, overflowing with psychic energy, steadily blocked the vicious claw blade of the Claw of Horus! The Primarch, whose soul should have been devoured by the devil long ago, was now staring at Abaddon with eyes filled with rage.

"Abaddon, do you have any other cards? If not, then you can go to hell with peace of mind!"

The Primarch used all his strength to shake off Horus' claws, and with a fist filled with rage, he hammered the Chaos Warmaster's chest hard.

The angry blow of the Primarch was terrifying! In the face of such a terrifying force, even the power armor blessed by the gods seemed extremely fragile.

Dense cracks like spider webs covered Abaddon's power armor, and the Chaos Warmaster's huge body suddenly flew backwards.

The enraged Primarch leaped high into the air and swung the Emperor's Sword, which was wrapped in golden psionic energy, at the Chaos Warmaster flying backwards in the air with a suffocating blow.

The sharp blade cut through space, pointing directly at the Chaos Warmaster's most vulnerable neck!

Abaddon has been roaming the galaxy for thousands of years! But at this moment, the traitor truly felt the fear before death.

In just a few minutes, the situation on the field was turned upside down! It was as if the giant hand of God reached down from the clouds and forcibly reversed the balance of victory and defeat.

The resurrected Primarch made the loyalists extremely excited! The wounded Custodians and Astartes tightly grasped their weapons and vented their fury on the enemies in front of them.

Due to the delay of the loyalists, the Black Legion veterans have lost the opportunity to aid the Chaos Warmaster.

The Emperor's Sword, shining with brilliant golden light, turned into a scythe of death! In a moment, the Emperor's Sword would completely reap the despicable life of the Chaos Warmaster.

But as pawns of the Chaos Gods, the evil gods would never allow Abaddon to die so easily.

A chaos rune filled with foul aura suddenly descended.

Some mysterious warp sorcery forcibly deflected the trajectory of the Emperor's sword! The blade that was supposed to cut off the head of the Chaos Warmaster only cut off Abaddon's left arm wearing the [Claw of Horus].

"That's enough! He has been punished enough."