Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Hundreds of guardsmen poured out from the inner court of the Imperial Palace! !

Under the eager gaze of countless citizens of the Empire, the Primarch wearing the [Sacred Armor] and holding the [Emperor's Sword] descended on the high walls of the Terra Imperial Palace.

The brilliant light from the sun gave the Primarch a golden halo.

The [Holy Armor] and [Emperor's Sword], carrying the glory of the Emperor, sparkled brightly in the halo.

Such a scene was like the great emperor returning to the world.

"The Emperor is supreme!" The people of the empire shed tears of excitement.

The mortals knelt on the ground of Terra and paid the highest respect to the Primarch.

Thousands of cannons placed on the walls of the palace fired loudly, accompanied by dazzling flashes and deafening roars that echoed in every corner of the land of Terra.

The roar of artillery fire often means war and death! But at this moment, this shocking sound represents supreme glory.

The Holy Emperor's Son has arrived, and this grand coronation ceremony will excite all the people of the Empire.

No one is worthy enough to crown a holy son of the Emperor!

The only one who could crown the Primarch was Gawain himself.

The Primarch held the laurel crown made of adamantium in his hand and placed it on his head with a solemn expression.

The baby-like mechanical servant [Cherubim] was suspended in the sky, faithfully broadcasting this scene worthy of being recorded in the history books to every corner of the empire.

The golden laurel wreath shines brightly under the sunlight.

[Imperial Regent] held high the blazing Emperor's Sword and issued a solemn declaration to the people of the Empire throughout the galaxy.

"Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire!"

"The ancient human empire has been stumbling in darkness for thousands of years. It is because of the sacrifices and blood of countless loyalists that the empire has been able to survive in a galaxy surrounded by enemies."

"But blood and sacrifice are not beautiful things! Pain and despair have overwhelmed the empire for too long. I, Gawain, swear in the name of the [Imperial Regent]!"

"The Empire will surely seize the final victory! When the enemies of the Empire are wiped out, mankind will usher in a brand new era, an era full of reason and beauty."

Through the broadcast of the Cherubim, the Primarch's voice, as firm as steel, resounded throughout every corner of the galaxy.

The people of the empire who were fortunate enough to witness the coronation ceremony burst into thunderous cheers at the same time.

Trillions of citizens of the empire erupted in shocking positive emotions. The surging emotions penetrated the veil of reality and illusion, and aroused an eternal echo in the cold sea of ​​souls.

The [Cold Sun] suspended in the Sea of ​​Souls burst into brilliant light. Wherever the sunlight reached, the Chaos Demons were reduced to ashes in an instant.

That is the sacred light from the Lord of Mankind.

The rising cold sun terrifies the Chaos Demons! Facing eternal death, even these twisted monsters feel deep fear.

Intense positive emotions rippled in the cold sea of ​​souls! The Chaos Gods hidden in the depths of the Warp felt a hint of threat almost at the same time!

The last time the gods felt this way was when the Emperor was forced to sit on the [Golden Throne] ten thousand years ago.

A human master who has not yet ascended has already made the sea of ​​souls no longer peaceful. If we add the [Imperial Regent] that is rising in the physical universe...

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After the short but grand coronation ceremony, there was a military parade of unprecedented scale.

The salute from the palace walls sounded again!

The ground began to tremble at this moment! !

Under the watchful eyes of the Imperial Regent, tens of thousands of Astartes gathered into a torrent of steel capable of tearing apart all enemies of the Empire.

Astartes from various chapters, armed with Chainswords and Bolters, roared in contempt at the aliens and Chaos lurking in the galaxy.

The legend of the [Angels of Death] spreads to every corner of the Empire!

These giants, wrapped in ceramic steel power armor, are the sharpest swords in the hands of the Emperor! In front of the glorious Astartes, all enemies of the Empire will receive their destined death!

It is precisely because of the blood and sacrifice of the Angels of Death that the Empire has been able to survive in the dark galaxy to this day.

Following closely behind the [Angel of Death] were the dreadnoughts from various regiments.

The [Dreadnoughts] with different paint jobs exude a pungent iron smell! Compared to ordinary Astartes, the battle brothers buried in the [Stone Coffin] are more worthy of admiration.

Even though they suffered eternal torture in the sarcophagus, they still did not forget the sacred mission entrusted to them by the Emperor.

The array of Astartes and Dreadnoughts gradually faded away! The [Astra Militarum] Corps, exuding an aura of iron, blood and perseverance, entered the sight of the people of the Empire.

[Cadian Blitzkrieg], [Valhalla Ice Corps], [Krieg Death Corps], [Mordian Iron Guard]...

The solemn and dignified Astra Militarum soldiers, dressed in neat uniforms, marched across the land of the Throne World with slow but firm steps.

The [Astra Militarum] are just a group of mortals!

They don't have strong bodies like the [Astartes], nor can they be equipped with feedback power armor like the [Battle Sisters].

The only thing they could do was to put on simple [Shell Armor], step into the cruel battlefield like a meat grinder with loyalty to the Emperor and anger against heresy.

Even if they are destined to fail in achieving a great victory for the Emperor, sufficient courage and sacrifice still make the [Astra Militarum] an irreplaceable cornerstone.

Every mortal is proud to join the [Astra Militarum].

Their lives will become currency in the hands of the Emperor. The Lord of Mankind is using countless currencies... to redeem the future of the Empire.

The crews of the Imperial Navy marched with pride, their honorary medals jingling in the Terran breeze.

The devout [Battle Sisters] chanted hymns like light smoke, praising and glorifying the great Lord of Humanity.

The [Intelligent Cybernetics Legion] from the Mechanicus emits a low hum. These soulless machines have brought countless great victories to the Empire.

The citizens of the empire maintained a pious posture with a slight bow, paying high tribute to the loyal imperial warriors.

Suddenly, a deafening roar was heard from the end of the horizon.

The earth began to tremble once again!

Under the extremely shocked gaze of the people of the empire, six amazing behemoths appeared at the end of the horizon.

That is the divine machine from the Titan Order, the incarnation of the Om Messiah in the world - the Emperor Titan!