Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

With a dull sound of airflow, the hatch of the boarding torpedo slowly opened! Milky white low-temperature gas spread between the hatches, and along with it came a suffocating sense of solemnity.

"Those who betray the glory of the Emperor will be killed without mercy!" A voice as cold as metal came, "In the name of the Imperial Guard, I grant you death!!!"

A golden guard spear shot out from the depths of the white fog! In front of this weapon that embodied the empire's top technology, the betrayer's power armor blessed by the gods looked as ridiculous as paper.

The guard spears pierced the chests of the two traitors effortlessly, and then penetrated the metal partition of the warship with a deafening roar, and nailed firmly to the cold deck.

Facing the murderous imperial guard before them, the betrayers looked at each other, and they saw a hint of fear on each other's faces.

As ancient soldiers who had experienced the Horus Heresy, they certainly knew what the word "Adeptus Custodes" meant.

The birth of each Imperial Guard is a recurrence of miracles.

Unlike the crude organ implant surgery of the Astartes, the Imperial Guards created using genetic technology and bio-alchemy can be called a work of art.

Even a Guardsman who has just walked out of the incubator is strong enough to easily crush a squad of Space Marines.

During that magnificent Great Crusade, it was thanks to the side-by-side fighting of the Custodians and the Space Marines that the Empire's territory was able to expand to cover most of the galaxy in a short period of time.

Some people in the Black Legion had fought alongside the Imperial Guards, and because of this, they knew very well how terrifying these golden giants were.

The moment the Imperial Guards appeared, all the traitors present had been sentenced to death! All struggles were in vain, and death would come as expected.

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Planet surface.

At this moment, the Primarch and the Sons of Fire Dragon were unaware of the changes that had taken place inside the Chaos battleship.

Under the will of the Primarch, the commander of the Salamanders led 80% of the Astartes deeper into the ruins of the hive city.

The mission that the Salamander Commander received was to destroy the Hand of Darkness by all means when all other options were exhausted.

The Primarch will lead the remaining Salamanders to delay the Black Legion's advance as much as possible.

For the Salamanders warriors who followed the Primarch, this battle might be the last one in their lives.

But as mentioned before, as the Emperor's Angels of Death, the Astartes never fear death.

They are all glorious sons of the fire dragon, and they will stand on the battlefield until the last moment with the banner of the fire lizard.

The betrayer is coming faster than the Primarch imagined!

Through some unknown warp spell, the psychic wizards in the Black Legion "saw" the location of the Dark Hand.

Along with the Dark Hand, the Primarch and the Astartes who gathered around him were also "seen".

The height of ordinary Astartes is less than two meters and eight meters. Even in the Salamander Legion, which is famous for its big, black and rough bodies, there are rarely individuals over three meters tall.

Gawain, who was surrounded by the Fire Dragon Sons, was a terrifying 4.5 meters tall! Without a doubt, he was a powerful son of the Emperor!

Such a horrifying discovery left the psychic wizard in shock.

But when the psychic wizard told Carlos his discovery, the Lord of the Black Legion did not behave too out of control.

As a person who had personally experienced the massacre at the landing site, Carlos knew one thing very well! Each Primarch was extremely powerful, but they were not invincible.

Just like Ferrus Manus and Sanguinius in the past, as long as the damage caused is enough, even the Emperor's own children cannot escape the fate of falling.

[Destroyer] Carlos is one of the few Chaos believers in the Black Legion who has a firm belief.

As the Chaos Chosen Champion of Khorne, Carlos's strength is naturally unquestionable!

When extremely angry, Carlos can unleash power that is even comparable to that of the Primarch before he became a demon.

To the followers of the evil god, without awakening the essence of the Warp, even the Primarchs are just slightly stronger mortals.

Carlos has enough confidence to cut off Gawain's head! Ten thousand years after the death of Horus Lupercal, the father of genes, the descendants of Horus will once again kill a Primarch.

With the help of Warp sorcery, the traitors of the Black Legion soon came before the Primarch.

More than three hundred Black Legion veterans, plus Carlos, the Chosen Champion of Khorne...

It can be imagined that this will be an extremely difficult battle.

Gawain raised the chainsword in his hand, and the sons of the fire dragon guarded the primarch, ready to fight.

The Black Legion's traitors had an absolute advantage in numbers, but to the Primarch's surprise, the Black Legion Lord Carlos did not rush to order an attack.

"I salute you, respected Primarch!" Carlos, with his muscles all over his body, came in front of the Primarch and performed an extremely blasphemous gesture to Gawain.

"I don't need the respect of a traitor." The Primarch's eyes were filled with indifference. "The aura of chaos in you... makes me sick!"

"I don't care what you think of me." A red aura began to rise from Carlos' body. Some kind of incomparable terrifying power was brewing in the body of this traitor.

"As a believer of the Lord of Brass, I only worship strength! I just need a hearty battle, an exciting death duel!!" The chainsword in Carlos' hand began to roar.

"This battle will decide both victory and defeat, as well as life and death! Please bear witness, great Lord of Brass, I will personally kill one of the Emperor's own children today!"

Carlos's crazy roar echoed above the ruins. His bloody fighting spirit tore through the veil between reality and illusion and reached the highest sky.

The Lord of Skulls sitting on the brass throne opened his eyes. This bloody fighting will made Khorne feel a long-lost pleasure.

Compared with the death duel of a chosen champion, the bloody fight in the arena was nothing but a skirmish.

For the first time in hundreds of years, the Lord of Brass turned his gaze away from the bloody arena and cast his gaze upon the physical universe.

At the end of his sight, Khorne saw Carlos, the God-chosen Champion!

Among all the chosen champions, Carlos is the one that is more favored by Khorne.

Every ten years or so, the Lord of the Black Legion would offer a grand and magnificent death to the Lord of Bronze.