Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Shield Captain Valerian started the global broadcast on the battleship.

In today's world where astropathic communication is blocked, this primitive and inefficient communication method has become the only feasible means of information transmission in the hazy star field.

The radio waves that cannot be detected by the naked eye spread out to the vast universe with the Emperor's Eye as the center! At this moment, the Primarch's slightly hoarse declaration echoed in the communication frequency band of the entire Gothic Sector.

"In the name of the Emperor, I, the Primarch Gawain, will carry out the established mission! We are loyal to the God-Emperor, and according to the grace of the Golden Throne, I declare the implementation of the extermination order on the Imperial World [Onsvold]."

"I will sign the death sentence of an entire world here, and annihilate billions of souls without distinction! May all sins be attributed to me, may the justice of the Empire protect everything, and may the great Emperor protect the souls of the dead!"

The heavy voice of the Primarch was transmitted through the radio waves to every Imperial world in the Gothic Sector!

Whether it was the Astra Militarum on duty, the farmers busy in the fields, or the ordinary workers in the imperial factories, they all stopped their work at this moment.

The people of the empire looked up at the sky, and everyone knew very well that in the distant light years... an imperial world was heading towards its destined destruction.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for this sad moment to really come.

In the command cabin of the Emperor's Eye.

The Primarch unlocked the launch program of the cyclone torpedo with his fingerprint. With a dull mechanical sound, a giant mechanical arm hundreds of meters high hoisted the dark-painted cyclone torpedo into the launch cabin.

Gawain looked at Onsvold in the distance. Even though the traitors had been expelled, the green poisonous cloud still filled every corner of the planet.

Except for a few hundred lingering nobles, this prosperous planet has no vitality! The Primarch sighed and slowly but firmly pressed the launch button of the extermination order.

The shrill alarm sounded in every corner of the Emperor's Eye! On every screen in the battleship, dangerous warning runes jumped.

The Imperial Guards and the Living Saint followed the Primarch and watched the moment of the planet's destruction with Gawain.

In a silent roar, a torpedo thousands of meters long was blasted out of the bomb bay! The torpedo loaded with concentrated promethium dragged a bright tail flame and rushed straight to Onsvold.

When the cyclone torpedo rushed into the planet's atmosphere, the detonator hidden in the warhead started automatically! In an instant, more than 3,000 tons of concentrated promethium were thrown into every corner of the atmosphere.

After a short and long silence, a bright fire appeared quietly!

The terrifying high temperature generated by the burning of promethium ignited the planet's atmosphere. In just over ten minutes, the entire planet was wrapped in blazing flames.

The huge temperature difference between the atmosphere and the surface set off thousands of giant tornadoes, and the high-temperature blue flames were swept by the wind and covered every corner of the earth.

The giant trusses supporting the structure of the hive gradually melted in the high temperature, and the hive spires tens of thousands of meters high collapsed!

The viruses and plagues containing the power of Nurgle died in the burning of the flames, and everything on the planet turned into diamond-like crystals in this terrifying high temperature!

The filthy power from Chaos has been completely expelled, and the civilization that humans have spent thousands of years to build on the planet has also been destroyed in the flames.

From the moment the Primarch signed the [Extermination Order], the name Onsvold has been removed from the Empire's world list!

The gradually cooling planet is suspended alone in the endless darkness. Even if another ten thousand years pass, no one will set foot on this dead world again.

There is no doubt that this is a shameful failure!

...

In the depths of the Eye of Terror, in the command cabin of the Black Legion flagship [Spirit of Vengeance]

A blasphemous rune filled with the power of chaos appeared out of nowhere in a dark corner. With the dull sound of something heavy falling to the ground, a huge figure emitting a foul odor fell heavily on the deck.

The Emperor's fire remaining in the wound was still burning fiercely. Even if the Plague Son used all the power of chaos, he still couldn't expel the great power of the Emperor from the wound.

The golden flame made the betrayer feel miserable every moment. Mortarion leaned on the sickle of death and barely stood up from the cold deck.

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon was sitting on the throne not far away, quietly watching the every move of his allies. Abaddon seemed to have expected Mortarion's experience.

"Did you bring the things back?" Abaddon didn't care about the hideous scar on Mortarion's chest. The only thing that could make the Chaos Warmaster look sideways was the [Eye of Darkness] that could bring victory.

Faced with Abaddon's extremely rude attitude, a flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the Plague Son.

But before Mortarion could speak, a Death Guard recruit who stayed here spoke first and angrily rebuked the Chaos Warmaster for his rudeness.

Faced with this sudden rebuke, Abaddon acted very calmly! The Chaos Warmaster sitting on the throne just glanced at the recruit lightly, and the next second, the head of this young man was smashed by some terrifying force.

The foul-smelling flesh and brains splattered all over the ground, and the headless body of the recruit staggered to the ground!

There was a suffocating solemnity in the air.

This was a naked provocation!

The fierce light in Mortarion's eyes was bright, and the sickle of death also emitted a harsh buzzing sound! If he hadn't been injured, the sickle of Plague Son would have fallen on the head of Chaos Warmaster.

Abaddon on the throne seemed to have not felt Plague Son's anger at all. Chaos Warmaster just stared at the headless corpse on the ground, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Motarion, it's time to take care of your new recruits! This is a conversation between the two of us. When did it take the turn of a new recruit to interrupt?"

Abaddon's warning words and attitude seemed to make Mortarion aware of something.

The anger in Plague Son's eyes eased a little. He covered the wound on his chest and threw the Eye of Darkness he got from Onsvold to Chaos Warmaster.

Under Abaddon's gaze, Mortarion, who was suppressing his anger, turned and left. But just before Plague Son was about to walk out of the command cabin, the voice of Chaos Warmaster sounded again.

"If you want to use the Black Legion to eliminate dissidents, you must be prepared to be retaliated! Mortarion, I respect you as the Demon Prince... but don't try to touch my bottom line again."