Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

They turned glorious cities into ruins, fertile land into scorched earth, and those once prosperous civilizations disappeared into the dust of history. This disastrous expedition not only brought endless pain and destruction to the Imperial World, but also left an indelible mark in the long river of history.

In that distant galaxy, the home world of the Cherubim Chapter was unfortunately listed among the planets that were ruthlessly destroyed by the traitors. This land that was once full of vitality and peace is now only left with broken walls and ruins, witnessing the former glory and the current sorrow. The betrayal of the traitors is like a sharp sword, piercing the tranquility of the planet, forcing the people of the Cherubim Chapter to leave their homes and find new shelters.

Since the home world was swallowed up by the destructive power of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, the Cherubim who once owned the home world have bid farewell to the familiar mother planet. They lost the soil to take root and became helpless wanderers, drifting from one galaxy to another, migrating from one planet to another. Today, they are no longer the proud mother star battle group, but have been transformed into a fleet base group wandering around the universe, carrying the endless thoughts and revenge of the Cherubim.

The taste of losing your home is not pleasant, it is a pain that goes deep into the bone marrow, as if the soul is ruthlessly stripped away and drifting around. However, in this endless sadness, the only thing that makes people feel a little lucky is that in the battle fleet of the Cherubim, there are still a lot of items from the home world. These items may be just some inconspicuous daily necessities, but for those who have lost their homes, each one is a precious memory, their remembrance of their past lives, and their firm belief and motivation to move forward.

These precious relics are like a bridge of time, allowing those Astartes who have lost their homes to travel through thousands of years and recall the once prosperous home world. These carefully preserved items, carrying their memories and emotions, lie quietly in the cabin of the fleet and become their spiritual comfort. It is these historical fragments preserved in the fleet that, with their unique power, have supported the Astartes through one long millennium after another, allowing them to always maintain their faith and pursuit of a better future in their endless voyages.

On the battlefield, the warband leader seemed to turn a blind eye to the warship that was shaking violently. His figure, like a red giant, stood there quietly, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him. Then, he slowly leaned down, his movements were extremely slow and graceful, like an artist carefully carving his work. His hands, large and powerful, became extremely gentle at this moment, like a breeze blowing across the lake, gently stroking the dust on the safe. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the surrounding noise was also absorbed by his movements. Everything seemed so peaceful and sacred.

In a quiet atmosphere, the warband leader took a deep breath, then slowly reached out his hand and gently pushed the secret lock of the safe that had been sealed for a century. With a light "click", the lid of the safe slowly opened, revealing a deep darkness. The warband leader held his breath and slowly scanned the box, but found that there were no legendary treasures in the safe, nor the expected rare treasures.

There was only a layer of soft velvet at the bottom of the box, and a few photos were quietly lying on it. These photos had turned yellow, but the scenes on them could still be vaguely recognized. They were scenes from the distant home world of the Cherubim, full of a quiet and mysterious charm. In addition, there was a bottle of red wine in the box that was extremely well preserved. A faded ribbon was tied around the neck of the bottle, as if telling its year and story.

There was a subtle fluctuation in the warband leader's eyes. These simple items obviously carried an extraordinary past. Although the safe did not contain extraordinary things as the legend said, these photos and this bottle of wine undoubtedly silently told a dusty history.

This wine, known as the treasure of the Cherubim's home world, has a unique flavor and charm that comes from the extreme demand for the growth environment of the raw materials. Even in the most prosperous era of the home world, the annual output of this wine is rare and can be called a treasure.

The raw materials for brewing this wine have extremely high requirements for climate, soil, water and other conditions. Only in a specific environment can high-quality fruits be produced. Therefore, although the home world is rich in products, there are very few areas that can meet this condition. In this context, the production of this wine is naturally rare and precious.

In the home world of the cherubim, this wine is regarded as a top-grade wine, which can only be tasted by nobles with prominent status and people with special contributions. It not only represents a noble status, but also carries the tradition and culture of the home world. Therefore, whenever this wine comes out, it always causes a sensation and becomes the object of people's pursuit.

With the development of the times, the output of this wine still cannot meet the market demand. In order to let more people taste this fine wine, the people of the home world continue to explore and strive to improve the output and quality of raw materials, so as to make this specialty wine spread longer.

In the distant home world, every drop of wine contains deep humanistic emotions and spiritual sustenance. These wines, after careful brewing, are finally carefully dedicated to the cherubim. In each bottle of wine, not only the essence of nature is integrated, but also the infinite respect and sincere expectations of the mortals living in the home world for the cherubim.

These mortals, they cultivate the land with their hardworking hands and create fine wine with wisdom and sweat. They regard this precious wine as the highest respect for the cherubim, hoping to use this wine to convey their gratitude for the protection and guidance of the cherubim. In each bottle of wine, there is not only the worship of the cherubim by the mortals, but also their expectations and yearning for a better life in the future.

This respect and expectation, like the mellow fragrance in the wine, becomes more and more intense with the precipitation of time. When the cherubim drink these wines, they seem to be able to feel the voices of the mortals in the home world. This emotional exchange makes the wine a link between the two worlds, narrowing the spiritual distance between mortals and cherubim.

Before the destruction of their distant home world, every Artat in the Cherubim had a special liking for the wine with a unique aroma. They regarded it as a treasure, and whenever they won a battle or celebrated an important moment, they would raise their glasses and drink together to enjoy the intoxicating fragrance. However, with the collapse of their home world, the joy and tranquility in the hearts of the Cherubim also disappeared. From then on, the wine that once intoxicated them became a permanent taboo in their hearts. It was no longer a kind of enjoyment, but a symbol that reminded them of that painful memory, so that they could not forget the pain of the destruction of their home world.

The Astartes were given the title of "Angels of Death" by mortals. They were tall and looked like giants, which was daunting. However, in a sense, these seemingly otherworldly beings were not completely out of the scope of mortals. They also had mortal emotions, desires and fragility, but were given more powerful power and mission.

Although the Astartes were invincible on the battlefield, they were not real angels. They still lived in the real world and faced all the difficulties and challenges of mortals. Their title is just a symbol of their bravery and perseverance. Behind the battle, they also have their own worries and pains, and these emotions make them resonate with mortals.

Although the Astartes are regarded as angels of death by mortals, they are not unattainable mythical creatures. They are still part of mortals. Even if they have great power, they must maintain awe of life and respect for humanity. In this sense, the Astartes are not real angels, but one of mortals.

Under the deep night, the emotions of the Astartes are still fluctuating, and their laughter and anger are intertwined into a wonderful movement. Whenever the wine with a unique floral scent flows slowly, and the air is filled with an intoxicating mellow breath, the Cherubim can't help but immerse themselves in deep guilt. Their hearts seem to be shrouded by an invisible pressure, and those memories of the past surge into their hearts like a tide, making them unable to extricate themselves.

In this quiet corner, the joy and anger of the Astartes are like fireworks in the night sky, brilliant but short-lived. And the unique aroma of wine is like a key that opens the memory treasure chest deep in the hearts of the Cherubim. Every detail, every emotion, is so clear, as if it is right in front of them. This guilt comes from their irreparable mistakes and their reluctance and regret for the past.

Surrounded by this fragrant wine, the Cherubim feel heavier. They try to struggle, try to get rid of the shackles of guilt, but they can't get rid of it after all. Because deep in their hearts, the guilt has taken root and become an insurmountable gap. And the Astartes are still on this land, laughing, angry, and ignorantly performing their joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

At the moment when the iron hoof of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon trampled on the home world, if those brave Astartes warriors could quickly gather and return to help, then the mother planet that gave birth to the Cherubim might always shine in the depths of the interstellar and would not suffer the fate of destruction at all.

At that moment of fate, if the Astartes warriors could return home in time, their swords and shields would be like bright stars, illuminating hope in the darkness. On the brink of this catastrophe, their timely appearance may rewrite history, saving the home planet of the Cherubim from the fate of being swallowed up, and continuing to pass on their culture and glory in the universe.

The dust of history has long settled, and we can only imagine the beautiful future that may be realized in the legends of these brave warriors. In that hypothetical time and space, the home planet of the Cherubim will continue to sail between the stars, will not be swallowed up by the darkness of chaos, and will always shine with the light of knowledge and peace.

It has been a century since the last time the Chapter Master tasted this wine. At that time, this mellow liquid was still lying quietly in the exquisite wine glass, reflecting the glorious years of the Cherubim Chapter. The last time this wine was placed in front of the Chapter Master, the former Chapter Master, a brave and fearless warrior, fell in a fierce battle, and the Chapter was also cast a tragic shadow. Now, time flies, and it is the turn of the current chapter leader to taste this glass of wine personally.

This glass of wine seemed to carry the glory and sorrow of the warband, and witnessed the sacrifice and struggle of countless soldiers. The warband leader picked up the wine glass, and his deep eyes flashed with memories and emotions. He took a sip gently, and the familiar taste spread on the tip of his tongue, as if he had returned to that war-torn era.

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At this moment, the warband leader's heart was filled with complex emotions. He knew that this glass of wine was not only a remembrance of the past years, but also an expectation for the future. Because in this decisive battle, he will shoulder the fate of the warband and lead the soldiers to move forward bravely to conquer the unknown challenges. And the warband leader himself will become another heroic legend in the history of the warband.

The warband leader carefully took out a bottle of aged wine from the safe, and then he picked up a finely crafted glass. His movements were gentle and slow, as if he was treating a precious work of art. Then, he walked through the long corridor with steady and firm steps and returned to the command desk of the majestic warship. The atmosphere there was solemn and dignified, and the Chapter Master looked particularly majestic at this moment.

The Chapter Master frowned and looked like a torch. He walked to the command desk calmly, tapped lightly on the keyboard with both hands, and entered a string of complex and mysterious runes. Each character seemed to contain powerful power. As he entered, the screen on the command desk began to flash, showing all kinds of dazzling data and images. There was a hint of firmness and expectation in the eyes of the Chapter Master. He knew that the input of this string of runes would determine the direction of the next battle.

Within the Cherubim, there is a mysterious and ancient activation secret order, which is regarded as the supreme inheritance among the Chapter Masters. This secret order can only be unlocked by the firm will of the Chapter Master to unlock the seal hidden in the most secret corner of the arsenal. There, there was a destructive torpedo heavily guarded by more than a dozen indestructible safety locks, waiting for that moment to come in silence. When the secret order was correctly activated, those safety locks were useless, and the destructive torpedo woke up at this moment, slowly entering the excited state, ready to go.

In a short, almost imperceptible dozen seconds, a series of complex codes and heavy blockades were quickly deciphered, and the door of the arsenal slowly opened, revealing the mysterious appearance inside. A torpedo, its shell was painted in a striking bright red, as eye-catching as a flame, as if silently announcing its power. It was cleverly pushed out of the arsenal and slowly slid into the bomb bay along the preset track. The whole process was quiet and orderly, like a precise dance.