Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

decisively drew back the Emperor's Sword and narrowly blocked the vicious attack with the ice-blue blade overflowing with psychic energy.

The scepter inlaid with gold and gems drew a graceful arc and was nailed firmly on the deck of the warship.

"What great skills you have!" An evil voice filled with depravity came from a dark corner of the deck.

Under the gaze of the Primarch and the Forge General, Pope "Desius" slowly appeared with his usual gentle smile.

There was no doubt that the one who had just attacked the Primarch from behind was the seemingly kind old man in gorgeous clothes in front of him.

But the real Pope of the State Religion is just an ordinary person! And how could an ordinary person make the noble son of the Emperor feel threatened?

"You are not the Pope of the Ecclesiarchy!" The Primarch's face was filled with solemnity. "Who are you?"

"Of course I am your dearest brother!" Along with Decius' weird smile, an uncomfortable low noise suddenly sounded.

Thousands of Astartes emerged from the shadows! But they were not the Emperor's Angels of Death, but... the fallen traitors of the Third Legion.

After accepting the blessing of the [Prince of Pleasure], the once extremely glorious [Emperor's Son] had long since degenerated into a [Noise Warrior] addicted to sensory stimulation.

The corruption from Slaanesh has caused many twisted mutations on the Betrayer's body, and disgusting wriggling limbs are all over every corner of the Betrayer's body!

They hold profane instruments and eternally play depraved music to please the Prince of Pleasure.

Since the [Noise Warrior] has appeared here, the identity of "Desius" is obvious.

"You are Fulgrim!" A trace of anger flashed in the Primarch's eyes. "What an honor! It's worth it for a pervert like you to personally weave a conspiracy for me."

"No, no, no! This is not a conspiracy. I just slightly magnified the desires in their hearts!"

A crack suddenly appeared on Decius's old face! A pair of purple claws stretched out from the Pope's body in an extremely strange posture, and then truly descended into the physical universe.

Cold golden vertical pupils, a suffocating scent of corruption, an elegant purple snake tail, and cold scales engraved with corrupt runes...

Demon Prince - Fulgrim!!!

"Greetings to you, my dear brother!" Fulgrim bowed slightly to the Primarch like a medieval noble, "The great Prince of Pleasure is very pleased with your presence!"

"Instead of serving the rotten corpse king, why not follow me to join the Pleasure Castle and enjoy this eternal carnival and bliss together."

"Only you, a fellow Primarch, are qualified to walk shoulder to shoulder with me!" The Demon Prince's words revealed extreme pride and arrogance.

This is also one of the reasons for Fulgrim's fall.

"Travel with you?" The Primarch seemed to have heard a huge joke, "Sorry! I am not interested in traveling with a pervert like you!"

"I heard that Fabius Bile once used the Pear of Pain to make a hole in your excretion? How does it feel to have such a strange thing done to you by your own offspring?"

The Primarch had intended to use such taunts to provoke the Demon Prince's anger, but he had not expected... this pervert would not buy it at all.

"That's true!" Fulgrim did not try to hide the fact. "My brother, you should also experience that feeling! I guarantee that it is an absolutely astonishing and extreme pleasure."

Primarch: "…"

Sure enough, chatting with such a pervert will only make the topic more and more perverted.

"Now it's time to make your choice!" Fulgrim swung his elegant snake tail, "Embrace the great Prince of Pleasure, or... I will help you embrace the great Prince of Pleasure."

"Oh, I choose the third one!" The Emperor's sword in the Primarch's hand was once again filled with spiritual energy. "Your head will become the most precious trophy of the Empire in thousands of years!"

"How dare you refuse the invitation of the Prince of Pleasure? Foolish fellow! You are as foolish as Ferrus once was." Fulgrim's face suddenly darkened.

The Demon Prince has already sensed the Primarch's determination! Therefore, he intends to use a more direct method to make his brother fall into the arms of Slaanesh.

The [Noise Warriors], emitting a chaotic aura, came like a tide, and the decadent and blasphemous sounds echoed in this silent space.

The [Intelligent Cybernetics Legion] and the [Skiutas] temporarily stopped their attack, and the wounded Astartes and Custodians dragged their exhausted bodies and gathered around the Primarch again.

At this time, there were less than two hundred surviving Astartes, but the fallen betrayers were as numerous as the tide.

This is not a fair war!

But for the great Emperor, loyal Imperial warriors will fight with the Primarch until the last moment before death.

War is imminent!

The fallen [Noise Warriors] shouted the names of the Demon Prince and Slaanesh, and launched a fierce attack on the loyalists with instruments covered in filthy flesh and blood.

Every traitor who follows the Demon Prince is an elite in the legion.

Ten thousand years of indulgence and enjoyment have not weakened their fighting power. Under the blessing of Slaanesh, the [Noise Marines] have long possessed fighting power far exceeding that of ordinary Astartes.

A betrayer holding a flesh guitar begins to play blasphemous music!

The disturbing [Chaotic Sound Waves] greatly weakened the fighting power of the loyalists, while providing greater pleasure to the noise warriors.

The number of loyalists was far less than that of traitors! And under the interference of chaotic sound waves, the imperial soldiers were defeated.

The Noise Warriors faithfully carried out the will of the Demon Prince! The Betrayer used the ancient tactics of the Great Crusade and tacitly cut the battlefield into several parts.

The Custodians and Astartes were all driven away from the Primarch by the betrayer!

The only one who could still stand before the Primarch at this moment was Fulgrim, the Fallen Phoenix.

"My dear brother! Now, no one can interfere with our duel!"

An exquisite short blade appeared in the hands of the Daemon Prince, and the suffocating power of Chaos surged from the short blade!

Fulgrim, the Prince of Slaanesh, was officially recognized as the King of Primarchs in single combat.

Ferrus Manus, the Primarch of the Iron Hands, was beheaded by Fulgrim during the Horus Heresy!

The Primarch of the Ultramarines, Robouti Guilliman, was sent into a stasis field by Fulgrim with a poison-stained short blade.

The Demon Prince's record is indeed extremely impressive! But... that's where it ends.