Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

will use the Emperor's Sword in his hand to personally end Fulgrim's life filled with corruption and sin.

"Fulgrim, pay the price for your betrayal and blasphemy!" The angry Primarch leaped high into the air, and the sword filled with icy blue light pierced the Daemon Prince like a divine punishment.

"Sword of the Emperor? Ha, compared to our great father... your attack is still too weak!" Fulgrim smiled contemptuously.

But soon, the traitor's smile froze on his face.

The Primarch was far more powerful than Fulgrim had anticipated.

Even though the Primarch's power had been consumed by more than half in the previous battle, this angry attack was still not something the Demon Prince could easily resist!

The icy blue Emperor's Sword streaked across like a meteor! When the Demon Prince recovered from his shock, a hideous scar had already appeared on the traitor's shoulder.

The bright Emperor's fire lingered on Fulgrim's wound like a maggot on his bones. Even the power from Slaanesh could not completely expel the Emperor's great power.

The pain of the Emperor's fire made the Demon Prince extremely angry!

But in his anger, Fulgrim also realized the huge gap between himself and the Primarch.

In terms of strength alone, the Demon Prince is probably no match for the Primarch! But in order to achieve the goal of killing the Primarch, Fulgrim does not mind using some dishonorable means.

This is a war, a war without any humanity or morality!

Since he cannot win a one-on-one fight, the Demon Prince can just go for a group fight.

At Fulgrim's call, thousands of Noise Warriors gathered around the Gene-Father.

The fallen Betrayer, led by the Gene-Father, will launch a final charge against the Primarch and the remaining loyalists.

Use thousands of [Noise Warriors] to consume the Primarch's physical strength. When the Primarch reaches his limit, the Daemon Prince will deliver the final blow with a short blade soaked in Slaanesh poison.

This is a simple and crude, but effective tactic.

The remaining loyalists dragged their wounded bodies and once again stood firmly by the Primarch's side.

There are less than a hundred glorious Astartes left, and even more than half of the powerful Imperial Guards have died on the Golden Throne.

The living saint Celestine had his arm cut off by a traitor, and blood, shining with golden light, slowly flowed down his golden armor...

The loyalists' bodies and minds have reached their limits! But for the great Emperor and Primarch, the Imperial warriors still raised their weapons and roared angrily at the despicable betrayers.

The [Blade of Zeal] held in the palm of the living saint burst into a brilliant golden light! Filled with anger and the determination to sacrifice, the Emperor's chosen one burst out with amazing and terrifying power.

Celestine's holy body was suspended high in the sky, and her soft golden wings cast light onto the tragic battlefield.

Betrayeres struggle in this light, but loyalists receive the Emperor's blessing.

His physical strength was recovering rapidly and his serious injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Such a miracle made every loyalist extremely excited! !

Shield Captain Valerian, holding the Guard Spear, directly pierced the head of a [Noise Warrior]! The Primarch held up the Emperor's Sword and summoned the Emperor's Fire that carried destruction.

The filthy power from Chaos is the best fuel for the Emperor's fire! Almost in an instant, the betrayer who charged in the front was devoured by the brilliant Emperor's fire.

But the number of betrayers is too great!

Even though the loyalists fought bravely, the surging [Noise Warriors] showed no sign of decreasing.

The loyalists fell one after another! Until finally, the only ones who could follow the Primarch were the Living Saint Celestine and the Shield Captain Valerian.

The Primarch protected the two wounded men behind him and resisted the charge from the betrayers alone.

"My brother, there is no point in struggling in vain!" Fulgrim showed a confident smile, "Come, join me in the great Castle of Pleasure!"

"A pervert invites others to join the pervert camp?" The Primarch's eyes were full of contempt. "Oh, what a joke!"

"Since you are so stubborn, I can only express my regret!" The Demon Prince spread his hands, "No matter how hard you struggle, you still can't escape the fate of embracing the Prince of Pleasure."

"What the hell is Prince Pleasure?"

Before the Primarch could say anything, an emotionless mechanical voice came from the edge of the battlefield.

"Only the great God of All Things is qualified to be the faith of the Empire and mankind!"

The Casting General, whose mechanical body was more than half damaged, suddenly jumped up! !

As soon as the Demon Prince revealed his true identity, the Forging General realized that this was a conspiracy that could subvert the entire empire.

The Casting General is indeed ambitious! But when it comes to fighting against Chaos, this oil man will not hesitate even for a moment.

The devout believer of the God of All Machines forcibly overloaded all the equipment on his body! He used irreversible damage in exchange for a speed that even the Demon Prince could not react to.

"Damn Chaos! Tremble before the glory of the God of All Things!"

Several thrusters spewing blue flames protruded from the back of the Casting General!

A blue arc of light flashed like a meteor, and the Casting General embraced Fulgrim's snake body with his cold mechanical arms, pushing this hateful betrayer all the way into the cold galaxy.

The miniature nuclear weapon that was forcibly terminated by the Primarch began to flash again! ! !

"This is the wrath of the God of All Machines!"

Accompanied by a silent roar, a brilliant light bloomed between the cold Milky Way!

The body of the Casting General disintegrated in the high temperature and shock wave generated by the explosion! This oil man who had betrayed the glory of the throne chose to fight for humanity at the last moment of his life.

But unfortunately, not even a close-range nuclear explosion could burn the Demon Prince's twisted body into ashes.

Although Fulgrim was severely damaged in the nuclear explosion, the victory of the war was still firmly in the hands of the betrayer.

"No one can help you now!" Fulgrim's wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Welcome to your destiny! You will become the most dazzling member of the Castle of Pleasure."

The Primarch did not utter a word, but silently raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand.

The brutal war had exhausted the Primarch's psychic energy! Without the blessing of golden psychic energy, the Emperor's Sword was just a sharper weapon.

This war has reached its most desperate moment!