Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The dazzling electric arcs circled around the monster like wild snakes, and every flicker made it impossible to look directly at it. The leader of the Genestealer clan, every time he stepped down with heavy steps, the hard concrete floor would be scorched black, leaving a series of footprints like lightning strikes. These footprints are deeply imprinted on the ground, as if they are a provocation to the world, and they seem to silently declare his power and majesty.

Even cement as hard as inorganic matter appears so fragile in the face of the endless power of nature. Razer, that masterpiece of nature containing terrifying energy, has the power to destroy everything. Under the power of this thunder and lightning, even the seemingly indestructible cement cannot resist its thunderous impact.

"This damn beast, go to hell!" The chapter leader's eyes flashed with blazing anger, and the "Wrath of Baal" in his hand seemed to feel the anger of its master, and let out a crazy roar. Amidst the violent roar of the chain sword, the shocking noise was like thunder, shaking everything around it. In this deafening roar, the chapter leader and the genestealer clan leader collided fiercely, like two arrows leaving the string.

The Chapter Master's body is like an indestructible fortress. His eyes are firm, his muscles are tense, and his whole body exudes an awe-inspiring aura. The chainsword shone coldly in the sunlight, and each rotation brought out a dazzling spark. The Genestealer Patriarch was not to be outdone. His eyes flashed with cunning and cruelty, and his body was as flexible as a cheetah, trying to find the chapter leader's weaknesses with cunning attacks.

The collision between the two was like the collision of two violent storms of energy, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this force. The Chapter Master relied on his powerful strength and fighting skills to instantly gain the upper hand, but the Genestealer Patriarch cunningly avoided every fatal attack, like a cunning fox wandering in the jungle.

In this life-and-death struggle, every contact between the chapter leader and the genestealer clan leader was full of thrills and excitement. Their sweat and blood were intertwined to form a cruel picture. In the hands of the Chapter Leader, "Baal's Wrath" is like an angry dragon, constantly making deafening roars, adding endless power to this battle.

In terms of strength, although the Chapter Leader who has undergone special transformation surgery can hardly compete with the Genestealer Patriarch, when it comes to flexibility and agility, the Genestealer Patriarch's performance is quite inferior. In fact, the Chapter Master's body is precisely surgically tuned, with every muscle fiber engineered to give him unique advantages in speed and coordination. In comparison, the movements of the Genestealer Patriarch seemed a bit slow, like a heavy dump truck driving on a narrow mountain road, unable to exert its due power. This gap in flexibility allows the Chapter Leader to easily avoid the opponent's attacks in actual combat and even find opportunities to counterattack.

In battle, as long as you can cleverly avoid the psychic attacks released by this monster, defeating the Genestealer Patriarch will actually not be too difficult. You must remain calm and resourceful, use the surrounding environment and your own skills to flexibly avoid those seemingly indestructible psychic attacks. In this way, there is a chance to find the weakness of the Genestealer Clan Leader, launch a fatal blow, and completely eliminate him. Therefore, as long as you can overcome fear, respond to every attack accurately, and kill the patriarch, it is not an unreachable goal! !

But the battlefield in reality is ever-changing and full of unpredictable cruelty and bloodshed. Compared with those virtual environments built in advance, the real battlefield environment is complex and changeable, and every moment is full of tension and danger. In simulations, various situations may be preset, but on a real battlefield, earth-shaking changes may occur every second, catching people off guard.

The gene stealers, surging like a tide, seemed to emerge endlessly from the darkness of the abyss. They rushed forward continuously, bringing a terrifying sense of oppression. Whenever the bolter is activated, the flash of fire flickers like a candle in the dark tunnel, illuminating the heart-stopping scene ahead. From the moment the battle began, the deafening roar of the chainsword echoed in the air, as shocking as thunder, never stopping for a moment.

These gene stealers are like nightmarish existences. They keep pouring out from the dark abyss, seemingly endlessly. Every time they appeared, they were accompanied by gunshots and bolter fire jumping in the dark tunnels, like ghostly ghosts wandering in the night. Although the firelight was short-lived, it was enough for people to catch a glimpse of the ferocious faces and twisted figures of those monsters.

The intensity of the battle was beyond imagination. The roar of the chainsaw sword echoed in the narrow tunnel like a storm, making it impossible to ignore its existence. The deafening noise seemed to be the rhythm of the battle, inspiring the warriors to keep moving forward and fight these evil creatures to the end. In this cruel battle, the roar of the chainsaw sword became the most firm belief in the hearts of the warriors and a symbol of their indomitable spirit. The Astartes, these fearless and loyal warriors, have devoted all their strength to this great defense without reservation. Their beliefs are as firm as steel, and their courage is as hot as fire. As long as these loyal warriors still have a breath left, as long as their hearts are still beating for the dignity of mankind, then those filthy insect swarms will never be able to cross the invisible boundary and invade the sacred and inviolable territory of the Lord of Mankind. In this land, every Astartes warrior is a guardian, and their lives and glory have long been closely connected with this territory and are inseparable.

Under the protection of the powerful defense system of the Red Dome Blood, the Astartes warriors bravely fought against the Genestealers that were pouring in like a tide. This was an extremely cruel tug-of-war, with a strong bloody atmosphere in every inch of land, and a thrilling life-and-death contest in every corner.

Facing a large number of enemies, the Astartes were not afraid. With firm beliefs and superb combat skills, they launched a fierce competition with the Genestealers. The defense system of the Red Dome Blood continued to emit dazzling light, providing powerful firepower support for the Astartes warriors, and they relied on excellent tactical qualities to defeat the enemies one by one.

In this bloody battle, the Astartes warriors showed an indomitable fighting spirit, and they defended the dignity of the Red Dome Blood with their lives. Although the Genestealers were powerful, they could not break through the defense line of the Red Dome Blood under the heroic resistance of the Astartes. The battle lasted for several hours, and both sides paid a heavy price, but the Astartes always held their ground and refused to give in.

In this cruel tug-of-war, the Astartes warriors wrote an immortal legend with their beliefs and courage. The defense system of the Red Dome Blood is like an indestructible fortress, guarding the homes of the Astartes, and they wrote their heroic chapters on this battlefield of blood and fire.

In just half an hour, this dark tunnel became the eternal resting place of more than two-digit Astartes. The light of their lives was extinguished at this moment, turning into silent ghosts in the darkness. The silent air was filled with deep sorrow and endless despair, and their figures were forever fixed in this cold corner.

When these glorious warriors were about to return to the Golden Throne and accept eternal glory, they also brought endless fear and heavy casualties to the tribe led by the chief of the Genestealer in that final decisive battle. Those warriors, like the light of dawn, charged the enemy's defenses with fearless courage and tenacious perseverance, making the gene stealers feel the reality and cruelty of death. In this thrilling battle, every charge and every swing of their swords cost the enemy a heavy price and left deep fear.

On the cold and desolate ground, a thick layer of corpses piled up in all directions. These once lively creatures have now become cold corpses, which is shocking. The gene stealers' slightly corrosive green blood permeated the land, as if telling of their past atrocities. The air was filled with a disgusting stench, stimulating people's sense of smell and making people want to vomit.

Between the corpses, the green blood flowed slowly, forming a series of winding streams, gradually disappearing in the distance. The land has been corroded and riddled with holes, showing a strange green color, which makes people feel terrified. The stench filled the air, making it unbearable, as if this land had been corroded by evil forces and lost its vitality.

The surrounding scene made people feel cold, as if they were in a terrifying atmosphere like hell. The evil deeds of the Genestealers could not be reversed, and all they left was this wasteland full of stench and death. On this land, life has lost its meaning of existence, leaving only endless sorrow and despair.

"This damn monster, don't even think about causing the slightest harm to the great human empire," the warband leader, who was already covered in wounds, gritted his teeth, used up his last bit of strength, and struggled to lift the Wrath of Baal in his hand, the legendary weapon that flashed with cold light.

His eyes were full of determination and unyielding. Although his body had been tortured to pieces by the ruthless war, his heart was still burning with endless loyalty and love for the empire. The monster's fierce attack was like a storm, but it could never break the warband leader's defense line.

"Even if I am about to fall, my faith and the light of Baal's wrath are enough to illuminate the way forward and protect this land for the Empire!" The words of the Chapter Master were low and powerful, as if he was declaring his determination and courage to the monster.

As the fearful roar of the Genestealer Patriarch echoed in the empty battlefield, a firm light flashed in the eyes of the Chapter Master. He tightly grasped the roaring chainsaw sword in his hand, his arm muscles bulged, and the extreme strength and beauty were fully displayed in his movements. With a deafening roar, he did not hesitate to insert the sharp blade into the heart of the monster, as if to inject all his anger and indomitable spirit into it.

The decomposition field permeating the sharp blade, like an invisible blade, began to silently dissect the flesh and blood of the monster layer by layer until it was decomposed into the most basic particles. This process was violent and painful, as if an invisible hand was cruelly tearing every inch of the monster's skin, and the unspeakable pain spread to every corner of the monster's body. It let out a heart-wrenching wail, the sound was sharp and piercing, like broken glass scratching through the soul, echoing in this dim, narrow tunnel, making people shudder.

Under the powerful effect of the decomposition field, the body of the gene stealer patriarch seemed to be torn apart by an invisible huge force, and a shocking big hole gradually emerged on his skin. The wound continued to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, accompanied by waves of disgusting stench, and green blood and unbearable internal organs slowly overflowed from the wound. The blood was like a corrupt liquid, emitting a suffocating stench, mixed with fragments of internal organs, forming an extremely disgusting and horrible picture. Everything around seemed to be still at this moment, leaving only the green blood that kept pouring out and the patriarch's twisted and painful face, forming an extremely disgusting picture that made people unable to bear to look directly at it.

For ordinary people, or even the brave Astartes warriors on the battlefield, such injuries would undoubtedly be fatal. However, for the gene stealer patriarch with Zerg genes, such wounds were painful, but they were far from enough to take his life in a short period of time. Its body seemed to be protected by a mysterious power, which could activate the self-repair mechanism in a very short time, so that those seemingly fatal wounds would gradually heal. Even if it was severely injured in the battle, it could survive tenaciously with this unique genetic advantage.

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The pain, like a surging tide, ruthlessly hit the sensitive and fragile nerves of this beast. It twisted its body in pain, and every twitch was like a wail squeezed by a huge rock. The angry monster's eyes flashed with flames of hatred, and its roar shook the air around it, as if it wanted to destroy everything. It rushed forward furiously, like an out-of-control dump truck, with the power to destroy everything, and slammed into the warband leader fiercely. The heavy crash was like thunder, shocking people's hearts.

After several hours of fierce fighting, the warband leader was like a candle in the wind, in danger. His body was covered with wounds of varying depths, each of which silently told the cruelty of the battle. The blood gushing from these wounds was like a spell that took away his vitality, constantly consuming his physical strength. At this moment, the warband leader's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes revealed a trace of fatigue and weakness that he had never had before. He was already weak to an unprecedented degree, as if he would fall down at any time and never stand up again.

Next to the warband leader's firm steps, the once mighty and majestic Glory Guard now had only three loyal warriors left. Their armor was covered with scars, like the mark of unyielding on the battlefield.