Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

"Lorgar, do you remember me?" The leader of the World Eaters squad held a chainsaw axe and stared at the Primarch Lorgar with undisguised anger and hatred.

"[Traitor] Kahn!" Lorgar revealed the identity of the visitor, "You should not be here. Angron is no longer your genetic father!"

"Yes, that's right." Kahn's voice was filled with madness, "That red monster is no longer our genetic father."

"But... you and the entire Word Bearers Legion are still enemies of the World Eaters! Have you forgotten that it is you who caused Angron to become this ugly person?"

The chainsaw axe held in the palm of the World Eater roared furiously! The burning murderous intent with the stench and bloody smell filled the space without reservation.

"Lorgar, offer your head to the great [Bronze Throne]!" Kahn's face, filled with mutation and pollution, was full of fanaticism.

"Kahn, do you really dare to attack me?" Lorgar's red pupils were full of disdain. "The power of the Demon Prince is beyond your imagination! In front of me, you are just a slightly stronger ant."

"I never thought of defeating you!" Kahn showed a meaningful smile, "Our mission is just to delay you! Angron, who will arrive later, will make you experience true death and fear."

"Lorgar, it's time to pay the price for your betrayal ten thousand years ago!"

With a furious roar, Kahn leaped high with the chainsaw axe [Blood Fang] in hand.

The blessing from the [Brass Throne] gave Kahn terrifying strength and speed! The axe blade, filled with a bloody aura, chopped fiercely towards Lorgar's head.

Lorgar didn't want to get too entangled with this group of [World Eaters].

The Chaos Artifact [Three-Eyed Skull] embedded in the broken staff glowed with a faint light! Lorgar's blasphemous chanting followed.

In an instant, a psychic flame wrapped in the power of chaos surged towards the [Traitor] Kahn.

"You are just like Magnus, a sissy who only knows how to practice witchcraft!" Kahn's words were full of disdain.

The huge body of [The Betrayer] twisted flexibly in the air, and the psychic flames emitting a burning breath passed by it, but could not hurt it at all.

Time passes by every second...

Amid the taunts of Kahn and the World Eaters, Lorgar became more and more anxious as he cast his spell.

Angron's suffocating and terrifying aura is approaching!

If this group of [World Eaters] is not dealt with quickly, the angry [Lord of Red Sand] will definitely eat Lorgar alive.

"Kahn, I'll give you one last chance!" Lorgar's voice was filled with coldness and a hint of imperceptible fear. "Get out of here! I can pretend that what happened today never happened."

"You talk too much, sissy!" Kahn hefted the bloody chainsaw axe on his shoulder. "Lorgar, I have felt the power of Angron! Glorious Macragge... will be your burial place."

"You forced me to do this!" Lorgar's words were filled with venom. "I swear in the name of the gods! Kahn, I will hunt you down to every corner of the galaxy."

"You are so angry! Didn't you brush your teeth this morning?" Kahn spread his hands innocently. "Lorgar, you'd better survive today! Angron... has arrived!"

The ground of Macragge began to tremble! Smoke and dust rose from the end of the horizon, and the bloody aura that covered the sky and the sun even temporarily drove away the power of chaos here.

From the moment he fought Angron, the Word Bearers Primarch had been marked with the [Mark of Blood] by Prince Khorne!

In other words, Lorgar had become Angron's prey.

Unless one of the two sides falls, the enraged Angron will pursue Lorgar to the ends of the universe!

In this vast galaxy, there will be no place for Lorgar to hide anymore!

"Be prepared for Angron's wrath!" A mad smile appeared on Khron's face, which was branded with blasphemous runes. "I hope you are strong enough! Otherwise, Prince Khorne will really chop you into minced meat."

Before Lorgar could react, the [Traitor] Kahn led the [World Eaters] to leave the battlefield as quickly as possible.

In his rage, Angron cannot distinguish friend from foe!

The mad Prince of Khorne would only use the chainsaw axe in his hand to indiscriminately tear into pieces all living things within his sight.

Death seems to be at hand!

But Lorgar has not yet completed his revenge on Guilliman, and has not yet spread the glory of "God" across the entire galaxy...

Lorgar didn't want to die just yet!

After a brief moment of deliberation, the Word Bearers Primarch made an extremely difficult decision.

The soul power that was almost condensed into substance emanated from Lorgar! This pathetic demon prince used one-third of his own "essence" to make a deal with an indescribable existence deep in the warp.

After paying a heavy price, a warp rift leading directly to the Word Bearers' stronghold opened up beside Lorgar.

That was the lair of the Word Bearers, which had been in operation for thousands of years! Even an enraged Angron could not threaten Lorgar in the lair of the Word Bearers.

Angron seemed to sense the Word Bearers Primarch's intention to escape!

"Don't run, Lorgar!!!"

From a distance of several kilometers, the angry Prince of Khorne threw the chainsaw axe in his hand fiercely! !

The chainsaw axe burning with blood-red flames cut through the space and cut off the right leg of this troublemaker just before Lorgar was about to completely enter the warp rift.

Intense pain stimulated Lorgar's brain! In ten thousand years, the Word Bearers Primarch had never been as angry as he was today.

But this kind of anger is useless.

The threat of death was imminent!

Lorgar didn't even dare to say a single harsh word, and fled into the warp rift in disgrace.

"Lorgar! You coward!" Angron's furious roar resounded throughout the land of Macragge!

Thus, Lorgar successfully escaped Angron's pursuit!

But the life of this troublemaker is still as precarious as a candle in the wind.

A god of death far more terrifying than Angron, filled with cold murderous intent, was quietly waiting for Lorgar's arrival in the rift of the Warp.

That was the original leader of the Raven Guard who had disappeared ten thousand years ago - the Raven King Corus Corax!

Ten thousand years from the Horus Heresy to this moment, the angry Corax had been hunting down former betrayers in the Sea of ​​Souls.

The long journey in the warp made Corax gradually understand his own [essence of the warp]!

The form of the [Raven King] in the warp had already turned into a flock of crows composed of countless "darkness" and "shadows".