Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

But the enemies of the Empire no longer have time to continue to stalemate with this group of mortals.

The Thousand Sons Legion, which descended with the Demon Prince Magnus, arrived at the defense line guarded by the Macragge Defense Corps.

The [Red Letter Warriors] who had long lost their souls raised their shields, while the [Thousand Sons] wizards hid behind their soulless puppets, chanting filthy Warp sorcery.

The eight-pointed star rune representing the [Power of Chaos] flashed with a blasphemous light. After a brief silence, a suffocating [Fire from the Sky] slammed into the defenses of the mortal warriors.

The terrifying shock wave tore apart several [Petrified Lizard Cannons], and the psychic flames that followed spread along the trenches, instantly burning hundreds of mortal warriors into a wisp of green smoke.

The [Heavenly Fire] rained down like raindrops! Facing the strange warp sorcery, the loyal warriors were helpless.

The first line of defense manned by the Macragge Defense Force was quickly torn open by a huge gap due to the psychic flames.

Countless Chaos Demons swarmed in through the gap, wantonly attacking the second line of defense of [Hera Fortress].

The Thousand Sons wizards still had no intention of stopping here!

The fallen betrayer once again chanted the blasphemous Chaos Sorcery, and the power of this blow... was enough to make the ground of Macragge tremble.

If the betrayers are allowed to continue casting spells, all the defenses built by Guilliman's sons will be useless.

In order to counter the traitors' [Chaos Sorcery], the Ultramarines' [Chief Think Tank] Digris led more than forty psykers to join the battlefield.

The loyal Librarians, at the cost of overdrawing their souls, released an ancient spell that could expel the power of chaos in a small area.

Without the support of the power of Chaos, the Warp sorcery that the Thousand Sons wizards were brewing was shattered.

The threat is temporarily lifted!

But this does not improve the situation faced by the loyalists in the slightest.

Following the Thousand Sons Legion, more and more betrayers joined the battlefield.

The Plague Legion that exudes a foul stench, the Chaos Warband that split from the Iron Warriors, the World Eaters filled with war fanaticism, and even the Midnight Lords that have disappeared for thousands of years...

Tens of thousands of Chaos Space Marines far exceeded what the Loyalists could resist.

And worse was yet to come!

When Calgar was upset about the situation on the battlefield, the ground of Macragge suddenly trembled without any warning.

The march of the "God's Machine" stirred up a cloud of dust! Accompanied by the deafening roar of the engine, the fallen Titans belonging to the [Dead Skull] Legion joined the battlefield.

The Emperor-class Titan, the Day of Destruction, which once carried the glory of mankind, let out a deafening roar.

The bomb bay mounted on the shoulder of the Fallen Titan opened with a bang!

The artillery fire, lingering with the power of chaos, dragged a dazzling tail flame and slammed into the [Void Shield] defense barrier of the Hera Fortress like a meteor.

The explosions were as dense as raindrops, creating ripples on the lavender [Void Shield].

This level of firepower has exceeded the limit that the void shield can bear.

The [Void Shield Generator] hidden in the Hera Fortress burst into a dazzling spark! Then it completely stopped amidst the harsh noise.

Without the protection of the Void Shield, the Hera Fortress, where the empire's hopes lay, was exposed to the betrayers.

The fallen betrayers revealed malicious grins.

Destruction seems to be just around the corner!

...

At the same time, above the planetary orbit of Macragge.

Relying on its absolute advantage in quantity and quality, it took the Imperial Fleet only a few hours to completely expel the Chaos Fleet composed of the Word Bearers and the Thousand Sons.

The loyal Imperial Navy has regained orbital control, but the atmosphere within the fleet remains extremely heavy.

In the command cabin of the flagship [Macragge's Glory].

Through the cold portholes, the fleet commander could clearly observe the current situation of Macragge.

An ominous blood-red light enveloped the azure planet.

A dark crack connecting to the Sea of ​​Souls stretches across the sky... Subspace entities that are malicious towards humans hide behind the cracks, watching everything on the land of Macragge.

The chaotic force that has almost condensed into substance is corroding every corner of the planet, while at the same time isolating all connections between the planet's surface and the orbital fleet.

Nearly eight standard Terra hours had passed since the fleet last contacted the surface.

No one knew what happened on the surface of Macragge!

The anxious commander paced back and forth in the cabin, and his slightly disordered footsteps echoed in the silent space.

"Being anxious won't solve any problems!" A mechanical voice without any emotion suddenly sounded, "Although I'm reluctant to admit it, all we can do now is... wait!"

"Wait?" The commander with red eyes roared like an angry bull, "The great Lord of Ultramar and Regent of the Empire are in danger, and you let me wait here?"

The commander paused for a moment, his anxiety almost evident in his words: "Aren't you the Grand Sage of the Mechanicus? Hurry up and find a way to do something!!"

Shortly after the Chaos fleet was driven away, the great sage who called himself Belisarius Koul flew a spaceship alone and visited the ancient Glory of Macragge.

The commander originally did not want to receive this oil man with mysterious whereabouts, but when Cawl took out the covenant between him and Guilliman... the commander's attitude immediately changed drastically.

Being qualified to sign an alliance with the Primarch means that the technology mastered by the Archmagus has been recognized by Guilliman.

With Macragge and the Lords of Ultramar under threat, this mysterious great sage may be the Empire's only lifeline.

But Cawl failed to meet the commander's expectations.

Faced with the chaotic force that envelops the entire planet, even the great sages who have lived for a long time are helpless.

Standing in front of the battleship's control console, Cawl was at a loss!

No one noticed that a strange green light seemed to flash in the shadow in the corner of the battleship.

"You seem to need a little help!" An uncomfortable mechanical voice suddenly sounded.

Accompanied by a low hum, a strange green pulse swept through every corner of the cabin.

This is a technology that is far beyond the understanding of humans and the Empire!

Except for the great sage Cawl, everyone was firmly frozen in the concept of "space".