Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The loyal imperial warriors raised their weapons high and followed the footsteps of the Imperial Regent to charge towards the traitors.

The large-caliber machine gun mounted on the [Sikaran Main Battle Tank] began to roar, and thousands of brass bullets gathered into a torrent of death, bringing the Emperor's wrath to all traitors within sight.

Even the ceramsite power armor blessed by the gods could not hold out for long against the heavy firepower from armored vehicles.

In just a moment of fighting, more than twenty Word Bearers were torn to pieces by the angry loyalists.

But compared to the huge total number of the Word Bearers, this death is so small that it can be almost ignored.

The betrayers are coming like a tide!

But under the firepower of dozens of [Relic Vehicles], the fallen [Word Bearers] were never able to penetrate the defenses of the Imperial warriors.

On the other side of the battlefield, the battle between the [Imperial Regent] and the Demon Prince Lorgar was much easier.

Ten thousand years ago during the Great Crusade, Lorgar's combat power ranked last among all the Primarchs! And today, after being promoted to the position of Demon Prince, this charlatan's offensive is still weak.

Even the useless [Plague Son] Mortarion can easily surpass Lorgar by several streets in terms of combat power.

The Emperor's Sword, overflowing with spiritual energy, passed by like a meteor. The huge body of the Imperial Regent did not affect its terrifying speed at all.

The fallen Lorgar was only about three meters tall, and facing the four-meter-five-meter-tall Imperial Regent... the Word Bearers Primarch was like a little chicken being manipulated at will.

Lorgar was always afraid of the blazing Emperor's Sword!

And the emotion of "fear" was a taboo on the battlefield.

Facing the terrifying offensive of the Imperial Regent, the Demon Prince could only rely on the blasphemous [Word of Chaos] to barely resist.

The Imperial Regent's offensive is getting more and more fierce!

In five minutes at most, the blazing Emperor's sword will cut off the traitor's head.

Aside from the time he was assassinated by the Raven King, this was the first time in thousands of years that Lorgar felt death was so near.

"Come and help me!" Lorgar roared angrily, "You damn bastards, you won't be able to have a good life even if I die!"

No doubt this despicable betrayer has allies lurking in the shadows.

A hint of coldness flashed in the eyes of the Imperial Regent! A tide of golden spiritual energy poured into the Emperor's Sword, and a brilliant light bloomed on the ice-blue blade.

The blazing Emperor's Sword, accompanied by a sound like the howling of a ghost, pierced the blasphemous heart of the Word Bearers Primarch without reservation.

This was a fatal blow!

Lorgar's face, branded with blasphemous runes, was filled with horror and fear! The betrayer tried to evade, but it was too late.

The [Armor of Proverbs] blessed by the gods was easily pierced by the Emperor's Sword! But at the moment before Lorgar's heart was pierced, several warp sorceries surging with the power of chaos shot out from the shadows.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Imperial Regent pulled away to dodge, Lorgar dragged his wounded body back to the Chaos camp in a panic.

Under the solemn gaze of the Imperial Regent, a huge red figure appeared on the land of Macragge.

[Lord of Prospero]——Magnus!

"Stop it, Imperial Regent!" Magnus's slightly hoarse voice reached the Imperial Regent's ears, "As long as you don't interfere in this war, I guarantee that you can leave Macragge safely."

"Promise?" The Imperial Regent asked as if he had heard a joke. "When did I ever need a traitor's promise?"

The Emperor's Sword once again burst into brilliant light, and the murderous intent as cold as ice permeated the space.

"Magnus, it seems that your plan to persuade the enemy to surrender has failed!" A disgusting and evil laugh emerged from the shadow of the battlefield.

Accompanied by thick arcane fog, a strange bird with gorgeous feathers appeared before the eyes of the Imperial Regent.

The Demon Prince of Tzeentch——[Platilos].

Along with the demon prince, there were two other huge figures.

The demon prince [Angron] who exudes the smell of blood and sulfur, and the [Great Unclean One] Ompu who is wrapped in countless viruses and plagues.

Together with [Magnus] and [Lorgar] from before, five demons and betrayers exuding terrifying auras stood opposite the Imperial Regent.

Faced with the siege of five powerful "Great Demons" level warriors, even the powerful Imperial Regent fell into an extremely solemn state.

"You are the bastard who hurt the lovely Mortarion?" The Great Unclean One, Ompu roared in a muffled voice, "I swear in the name of my father, I will avenge my dear Mortarion."

"Mortarion?" The Imperial Regent raised his lip with a hint of mockery. "Let me guess, that guy should be crying like a fart right now."

The Imperial Regent's taunts succeeded in rousing the wrath of the Great Unclean One.

Ompu decided to emulate the generosity of a loving father and injected tens of thousands of virulent plagues and viruses into the body of the Imperial Regent.

The flesh, blood, and bones of this human being will slowly rot under the erosion of the virulent plague! Even his soul will not escape the fate of being corroded by the virus.

In this way, Mortarion's wounded young heart can be comforted... Ompu thought.

"That's enough time for nonsense! Next, prepare to meet your destined death!" The codex in Prince Tzeentch's hand emitted a filthy chaotic light.

As a minion of the Lord of Arcane, Prince Tzeentch masters thousands of Warp sorceries.

The viruses and plagues of the Great Unclean Ones, the warp sorcery of the Prince of Tzeentch, Lorgar's Word of Chaos, and Angron, the Prince of Khorne, who carries a chainsaw axe...

Even though Magnus, who was standing at the edge of the battlefield, did not take action, the four enemies of the empire on the field still brought overwhelming pressure to Gawain.

[Prince of Khorne] Angron roared in fury.

Although the Butcher's Nails had taken away his sanity, Angron could still feel that the giant before him was an opponent worthy of a fight.

The bloody chainsaw axe chopped towards the chest of the Imperial Regent, and the ghosts lingering on the weapon let out a shrill scream.

The Imperial Regent held the Emperor's Sword across his chest and barely blocked the horrific blow with his strong body.

Among the twenty-one Primarchs created by the Emperor, the power of Angron, the World Eater, was second only to the Fire Dragon Lord and the Lion King!

After being promoted to a Demon Prince, Angron's power reached a level beyond imagination.

The blessing from the Brass Throne plunged Angron into a war rage.