Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

"Boneyard? Ha, even the Chaos Warmaster doesn't have such a big tone!" The Primarch has lost interest in talking nonsense with this oil man.

The [Intelligent Control Legion] began to charge under the will of the Forge General! The Astartes and the Imperial Guards gathered around the Primarch, and raised their weapons at the same time.

The roar of chainsaws and bombs broke the silence of this space! In front of the Emperor's Angel of Death, the cold machines controlled by the program are as ridiculous as children's toys.

The golden psychic energy as bright as gold poured into the Emperor's Sword, and the copper-colored blade was covered by the elegant ice-blue light in an instant.

The blazing Emperor's Fire fell from the sky according to the Primarch's will!

Although the [Intelligent Control Legion] does not carry any Chaos power, the scorching Emperor's Fire can still cause extremely effective damage to these cold machines.

The first batch of [Intelligent Control Legion] was quickly torn apart by the angry Primarch and the Astartes.

But the Forge General did not show any emotion about this.

To this oiler, the [Intelligent Control Legion], [Skirit Army], and even this huge Mechanicus fleet are just disposable items.

As long as they can help the Forge General complete the great plan of controlling Terra, then all the losses are worth it.

The second batch of [Intelligent Control Legion] was put into the battlefield again under the will of the Forge General.

But the ending that awaits them has not changed at all.

The furious Primarch and Astartes once again tore this cold mechanical legion into pieces! The only difference is... the Astartes suffered casualties in this battle.

Then came the third and fourth batches...

The [Intelligent Control Legion] and [Skirit Army] controlled by the Forge General seemed endless!

The huge battleship deck was already filled with mechanical wreckage with electric sparks, and the dark green lubricant with a strange smell flowed freely like blood...

This was an extremely tragic war!

More than half of the 500 Astartes who followed the Primarch have returned to the Golden Throne! The surviving warriors were covered with scars and blood.

The bodies of the loyalists have reached their limit, while the number of their enemies, the [Intelligent Control Legion] and the [Skirtari], still shows no sign of decreasing.

This warship is the home of the Forge General! If the consumption continues like this, the only outcome waiting for the loyalists is death.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the best solution is to carry out a decapitation operation! As long as the head of the Forge General is cut off, the crisis faced by the loyalists will naturally be solved.

The wounded Astartes and the Imperial Guards used all their strength to surround the Primarch and launched the final charge.

The glorious Imperial warriors gave up defense! They shouted the names of the Emperor and the Primarch, and used the chainsaw swords in their hands that had long stopped turning to split all obstacles for the Primarch.

Dozens of Astartes fell on the road of the charge. At the cost of their lives, they successfully sent the Gene Primarch to the heavily protected Forge General.

"Your strength is amazing!" The cold mechanical voice of the Forge General brought a trace of imperceptible surprise.

The Primarch has disappeared in the galaxy for thousands of years! All of General Casting's understanding of the word "Primarch" comes from the official records of the Mechanicus and the Empire.

But there will always be deviations between records and reality.

Facts have proved that General Casting still underestimated the power of the Primarch!

Through careful calculations, this oil man knew very well that he had no chance of defeating the Primarch! But... General Casting still did not intend to surrender.

"I will give you a glorious death here!" A dangerous red light flashed in General Casting's mechanical eyes.

With the crisp sound of gears and springs running, General Casting's bloated body slowly unfolded! Hidden under that bloated body are hundreds of high-energy weapons.

The [Particle Cannon] mounted on General Casting's chest began to charge, and the light filled with the breath of destruction flowed in the cold chamber.

This [Particle Cannon] is a legacy from the Golden Age. Its power can even easily destroy a "Poison Blade" super heavy tank.

But no matter how powerful it is, it is empty talk if it cannot hit.

The terrifying speed of the Primarch has exceeded the capture limit of the mechanical prosthetic eye! Even though the Casting General has overloaded his [Data Processing Chip], his vision still cannot keep up with the speed of the Primarch.

Swoosh! ! !

A numbing sound rang out.

The sharp sword blade cut through the barrel of the [Particle Cannon] like cutting tofu, and destroyed several pipelines in the Casting General's body.

The dark green lubricant slowly flowed out along the gap in the pipeline! From this point of view alone, the so-called [Casting General] is not much different from the soulless machinery of the [Intelligent Control Legion].

"Are you ready to die?" The Primarch's words were filled with piercing murderous intent.

The Casting General faced the fierce murderous intent of an Emperor's own son at close range! But this momentum that was enough to make the Astartes tremble did not make the oil man feel any fear.

The [Central Processing Unit] embedded in the Casting General's brain had already given the best answer to this unfair battle.

Die together with the Primarch!

The lifelong dream of the Forge General is to let the [Mechanicus] rule the empire. For the [God of All Machines], he is willing to sacrifice his soul, life and everything.

A device hidden under the bloated body of the Casting General began to flash! It was a [Nuclear Energy Mark] with a faint yellow glow.

This madman implanted a miniature nuclear bomb in his body!

A miniature nuclear explosion can indeed kill the Primarch! But unfortunately, the Primarch had already seen through the Casting General's intentions.

The Emperor's Sword, overflowing with psychic energy, stabbed mercilessly, and the surging golden psychic energy instantly stopped the chain reaction in the nuclear bomb.

"Now, it's time to go to hell to repent for your betrayal!" The Emperor's Sword, glowing with an ice-blue light, pierced the Casting General's head.

After countless mechanical transformations, the Casting General has abandoned weaknesses such as the heart and throat.

The only way to kill this oil man is to destroy the central processing unit in his brain.

But just before the Emperor's Sword was about to pierce the betrayer's head, a luxurious scepter decorated with gold and gems pierced the Primarch's heart without warning.

This is just a decorative scepter used to demonstrate authority! As far as the material of this scepter is concerned, it is not even qualified to leave a scratch on the Primarch's [Holy Armor].

But it was such an ordinary scepter that made the Primarch feel a fatal crisis.