Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

"Traitors who dare to defile Macragge! You will pay the price of death for this blasphemy!!!"

The power gauntlet [Hand of Domination] mounted on Guilliman's right arm emitted a heart-shaking buzzing sound.

The primarch with red eyes rushed straight into the array of betrayers like an angry lion with unmatched momentum.

The power gauntlet that was fully charged with energy was emitting dazzling electric light! The terrifying punch from the Primarch easily smashed the head of a [Plague Terminator].

Facing an enraged Son of the Emperor, the power armor blessed by Nurgle was as fragile as a piece of white paper.

The grenade launcher hanging at the front end of the [Hand of Domination] let out a deafening roar!

The explosive bullets carrying the wrath of the Primarch shot out from the barrel of the gun, effortlessly tearing the two bloodthirsty demons into pieces.

The terrifying combat power displayed by the Primarch caused the betrayers to feel a subtle fear.

The loyalists were extremely excited about this.

"The Gene Father has resurrected. Warriors, let these damn traitors pay the price!" Chapter Master Calgar held high the flag of the [Ultramarines] and roared again as he joined the battlefield.

For the Astartes born in the [Eternal War], fighting alongside the Gene-Father... is just an epic that exists in the history of the chapter.

But at this moment, epic becomes reality!

The wounded Sons of Guilliman spontaneously gathered around the Primarch, and together with the extremely angry Gene-Father, formed an indestructible blade.

No enemy of the Imperium dared to stand in the way of the enraged Primarch!

Guilliman's [Hand of Domination] splashed out a barrage of bullets, and the fallen betrayers and twisted demons fell down in groups like wheat being cut...

The bodies of the traitors piled up like mountains, and their blasphemous blood, filled with the power of chaos, flowed freely like streams.

But this was not enough to reverse the impending defeat.

Despite his heroic deeds, the Lord of Ultramar, who was unwilling to embrace the true nature of the Warp, was nothing more than a powerful mortal.

But for mortals, there are limits after all.

In just a few dozen minutes, the number of enemies of the Empire slaughtered by the Emperor's own children and the Astartes had reached a terrifying five-digit number.

Such a brilliant record came at a heavy price.

Most of the warriors fell in glory fighting alongside the Gene-Father, and even Guilliman himself... was scarred by the siege of the enemies of the Imperium.

The noble souls of the Emperor's children made the Chaos Daemons salivate, and the head of the Primarch aroused the greed in the hearts of the betrayers.

Successfully beheading the Primarch means gaining more favor from the gods!

For the betrayers, [blessing] and [ascension] have never been so close as they are today.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!" A Chosen One of Khorne, driven by the rage of war, roared a blasphemous oath.

This scarlet monster was covered in an old blood-colored power armor. The double-headed eagle emblem that once carried the glory of the empire had long been covered in a glaring blood color.

But from the vaguely discernible legion emblem, the Primarch still knew the identity of this monster.

The fallen World Eater, but also a powerful Chosen of Khorne.

There is no doubt that Guilliman, who has awakened from his slumber, has been included in the category of "prey" by the traitor.

"The Sons of Angron?" Guilliman said with disdain. "A bunch of madmen driven by rage."

"Rage is a gift from the God of Blood!" The ugly face of the Chosen One of Khorne was full of piety. "Guilliman! The era of the Primarch has ended! The future of the empire's destruction will eventually become a reality."

"And your head will be the best sacrifice to the [Bronze Throne]."

The chainsaw axe wrapped in blood-red flames began to roar, and the Chosen of Khorne shouted the title of "Lord of Brass" and leaped into the air to launch a powerful leap towards Guilliman.

This horrific blow was enough to destroy a [Poison Blade] super-heavy tank.

But in response to the horrific blow, the noble son of the emperor simply threw a punch lightly.

The [Hand of Domination], which was fully charged with energy, let out a dull roar, and in an instant, a milky white sonic boom cloud stretched across the battlefield.

No one could see Guilliman's movements clearly!

When the Chosen of Khorne came back to his senses from the roar of the sonic boom, the Primarch's iron fist had already reached the traitor's chest.

A terrifying force comparable to a nuclear explosion suddenly burst out! The Chosen of Khorne didn't even have time to put up any resistance before the Emperor's Son pierced his chest with his iron hand.

"You despicable traitor, repent for the crimes you have committed!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Guilliman's pupils, and the iron hand that had been inserted into the chest of Khorne's Chosen slowly closed... and easily crushed the heart filled with sin and killing.

A chosen one who was deeply favored by the Blood God fell.

But the fall of Khorne's Chosen did not terrify the enemies of the Empire, but instead aroused the ferocity of these traitors.

"No matter how powerful Guilliman is, he is only one man!" A Thousand Sons wizard waved the Arcane Scepter in his hand, "Cut off his head, and victory will eventually belong to the Sea of ​​Souls!"

The fallen traitors are pouring in like a tide! The scarred Astartes stand beside the Gene-Father, ready to sacrifice everything for the Imperium and Guilliman.

The epic tragedy spread quietly, and every corner of the battlefield was filled with suffocating solemnity!

But at this moment, countless bright lights like meteors suddenly flashed across the end of Macragge's sky.

The earth began to tremble at this moment!

Thousands of orbital drop pods, wrapped in the magnificent wrath of the Emperor, smashed hard on the heads of the traitors and Chaos demons.

More than six figures of the Empire's enemies were smashed into pulp by the drop pods that fell from the sky! Countless Chaos Believers were trampled to death in the chaos.

Before the despicable betrayers could react, fully armed Astartes and Custodians swarmed out of the drop pods.

The punishment of the Lord of Mankind has arrived!

Through blood and death, loyal warriors wantonly wield the Emperor's fury! Roaring chainsaws dismember the demon's body, and scorching bombs penetrate the betrayer's chest...

Faced with the well-prepared imperial soldiers, the enemies of the empire inevitably fell into a situation of retreat.

At this moment, the [Devil Engine] hovering in the sky began to roar! !

These blasphemous Chaos creations attempted to use artillery fire filled with the power of the Warp to launch a bombardment on the loyalists who had not yet established a line of defense.