Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Their warriors are numerous and their fighting power is so strong that other legions cannot catch up. This not only demonstrates Guilliman's outstanding leadership, but also reflects the Ultramarines' indomitable spirit and bravery in the flames of war. In the afterglow of this interstellar battlefield, Guilliman's Ultramarines have become well-deserved strongmen, guarding the most solid barrier for the peace and order of the entire galaxy. "

In Constantine's steady and powerful voice, the Imperial Regent was shocked to hear an unprecedented truth. It turned out that the Astartes warriors behind the two rebellious legions that once shocked the entire empire were actually assigned to the Ultramarines. This fact undoubtedly dropped a heavy bomb, which made the Imperial Regent's glasses drop instantly. Because this also means that the Ultramarines, which should have been pure and unified, are secretly using three completely different gene seeds. These three seeds have their own characteristics and there are significant differences between them. Their coexistence in the Ultramarines has undoubtedly brought great changes to the military layout of the empire.

In the vast interstellar space, the Ultramarines have always been admired by countless galaxies for their unparalleled combat effectiveness and loyalty. Legend of the Ultramarines. However, behind this glory, there is a secret unknown to the public. In addition to the purest and most authentic Ultramarines, there are actually two sets of gene seeds, which originated from the Legion that once betrayed, and their existence has been erased by history, as if they had never appeared.

This discovery undoubtedly casts a deep shadow on the second founding of the Ultramarines. No wonder after the reconstruction, the behavior and ideas of the sub-groups separated from the main body became more and more perverse and unorthodox. It turned out that the source of these mutations was the unfortunate Guilliman, who became the carrier of these rebellious genes without knowing it.

The revelation of this truth undoubtedly added more mystery and complexity to the history of the Ultramarines. The existence that was originally thought to have been erased turned out to be so dramatic. It is amazing that the two primarchs reappeared in this way. Guilliman, the former hero, has now become the central figure of this history. Even though he is a father, he could not have predicted what changes the spread of these gene seeds would bring to future interstellar wars.

In the moment of deep thought, the Imperial Regent suddenly felt that the primarch's golden hair was faintly green under the dim light. This subtle change finally gave a reasonable explanation to Guilliman's subtle attitude in the originally elusive "Battle of Randan". From a certain perspective, this war not only caused the two primarchs to suffer the pain of brainwashing, but in fact, Guilliman also became a victim of this war unknowingly.

In the long river of history, Guilliman has always been with firm will and selfless dedication. However, the "Battle of Randan" brought him indelible trauma. That golden hair, once a symbol of glory and power, now turns green under invisible pressure, like a polluted source, reflecting his deep struggle and confusion.

In this war, Guilliman not only has to face external enemies, but also has to endure internal contradictions and pain. He is trapped between loyalty and suspicion, defending the glory of the Empire and dealing with the threats posed by those brainwashed Primarchs. This double pressure makes his mind suffer unspeakable torture.

Therefore, in a sense, in addition to the two brainwashed Primarchs, Guilliman is also a victim of the "Battle of Randan". His pain and struggle are a profound reflection on the nature of war and a deep worry about the future of the Empire. And the green golden hair may be a symbol of his deep anxiety and confusion.

At this moment, the heart of the Imperial Regent is full of deep sympathy for Grandpa Lan, who is happy to be a father. He knew that this sudden joy was both a surprise and a challenge for Grandpa Lan. At this delicate moment, as if it was fate, Guilliman, wearing the mysterious armor of fate, once again appeared in the sight of the Imperial Regent like a ghost. His figure was like a sword that cut through the darkness, attracting the eyes of the Imperial Regent involuntarily. The expression on the face of the Primarch had long since returned to his previous look of strategizing and controlling the overall situation. Guilliman's purpose in looking for the Imperial Regent this time was clear. He wanted to invite the Imperial Regent to personally attend a grand victory parade that was about to be held. This parade was to celebrate the Empire's recent glorious victory and show the world the prosperity and military strength of the Empire. Guilliman knew that the attendance of the Imperial Regent would add endless glory to this victory parade.

Since the grand and hasty Great Crusade ended hastily, the human empire that spanned the vast galaxy has gradually slid into the abyss of decline like the afterglow of the setting sun. The people of the Empire have been struggling on the edge of endless despair and madness for thousands of years. Their hearts are crushed by the heavy history, and the light of hope seems to have been extinguished on the vast land of the Empire. However, as the Empire is about to sink, a new force is quietly sprouting, which indicates that now is the time to use a brilliant victory that will shock the entire galaxy to inject a powerful shot of cardiac stimulant into the exhausted human empire and awaken the long-sleeping lion's heart.

Before thinking carefully, the Imperial Regent agreed to the Primarch's request without hesitation, as if he had already anticipated this moment. He showed his unhesitating decisiveness and agreed directly to the Primarch's request.

This unprecedented victory parade will be broadcast live to every corner of the vast territory of the empire through countless light screens and signal towers. The wise leadership of the Imperial Regent and the brilliant achievements of the expeditionary fleet in the sea of ​​stars will become the focus of celebration. The news of this victory, like the bright sunshine penetrating the dark clouds, illuminates the hearts of the people of the empire, allowing them to walk out of the threat of aliens and the fear of chaos, and regain confidence and hope.

Every city and every village in the empire will be immersed in a sea of ​​jubilation. People are dressed in festive costumes, holding flowers in their hands, with smiles of pride and joy on their faces. The joy of victory is like a spring breeze, blowing on every piece of land, allowing those who have experienced war and suffering to feel the dawn of peace and prosperity.

In this victory parade, the majestic figure of the Imperial Regent and the brave warriors of the expeditionary fleet will become the brightest stars. Their heroic deeds will be recorded in history and remembered forever in the hearts of the people of the empire. All of this will be broadcasted, so that every corner of the Empire can feel this glory and pride, and let the people of the Empire walk out of the shadows of aliens and chaos and welcome a better future.

After receiving the affirmative reply from the Imperial Regent, a huge stone in Guilliman's heart finally fell. He knew that the arrival of this moment meant a great responsibility and mission. So he immediately began to prepare for this grand parade. He carefully planned every detail, from the parade route, the participating teams, to the process of the celebration ceremony, all of which he devoted his efforts and enthusiasm. Guilliman knew that this parade was not only a manifestation of the authority of the Imperial Regent, but also an encouragement to the confidence and morale of the people. He worked day and night to ensure that every link was perfect, and he must make this parade the most spectacular event in the history of the Empire.

Under the firm will of the Imperial Regent, the entire throne world began to operate efficiently and orderly like a huge machine. From the heart of the Empire, countless large and small ships and aircraft shuttled back and forth, transporting countless materials from the neighboring Imperial worlds to Terra. Every grain of food, every piece of metal, and every medicine carries the power and hope of the empire. Under Grandpa Lan's careful plan, they are accurately distributed to every corner where they are needed.

Every part of the empire, whether it is a huge factory or a tiny village, is doing its best in its respective position to contribute its own strength to this grand plan. Workers work day and night, scientists study tirelessly, soldiers stick to their posts, and merchants travel around to ensure the unimpeded flow of materials. In this huge collaboration, everyone is aware of their heavy responsibilities, and every effort they make is pushing the empire towards a more glorious future. Grandpa Lan's wisdom and foresight, like a beacon guiding the way forward, lead the empire to move forward steadily in this transformation.

The trumpet of victory echoed over the Terra Empire, and soon a grand victory parade was about to begin. In just one week, the people of the empire worked together to open up an extremely huge triumphal square around the palace. This square is large enough to accommodate countless celebrating crowds, and its magnificence is amazing.

In the square, many sculptures of the Empire's heroes stand tall, as if telling their glorious achievements in the past. These sculptures are delicate and lifelike, showing the heroic images of the heroes from different angles. They hold their heads high and their eyes are firm, as if they are still fighting for the glory of the Empire.

In the core position of this square, a towering statue is particularly eye-catching. This is the statue of the Emperor and the Regent of the Empire, who are the symbol of the glory of the Empire and the actual ruler respectively. The statue is solemn and sacred, shining with golden light, as if emitting endless power. The surrounding heroic sculptures seem to be guarding this statue, showing the majesty and glory of the Empire.

In just one week, the people of the Terra Empire used their diligence and wisdom to create an extremely magnificent stage for this victory parade. They are full of joy and pride, looking forward to witnessing the glorious moment of the Empire in this square. The sculptures of many imperial heroes have become the most eye-catching scenery of this square, inspiring generations of imperial citizens to work hard for the prosperity of the country.

On the towering walls of the inner court of the imperial palace, thousands of brass salutes are neatly arranged. They shine in the sun, as if they are a symbol of the majesty of the empire. When the imperial regent slowly stepped into the center of the Triumphal Square, with an upright posture and a solemn expression, the imperial guards on the wall began to get busy. They carefully lit the fuse of the salute. For a time, sparks flew, smoke and dust filled the air, and the salute made a deafening roar that resounded throughout the palace.

The roar of the salute, like the echo of the glorious history of the empire, stirred the heartstrings of everyone present. The imperial guards had a firm look in their eyes and their hands were as steady as a rock, ensuring that every ignition was accurate. With the roar of the salute, the atmosphere in the inner court of the imperial palace became more solemn and solemn, as if announcing to the world that the glory of the empire could not be violated.

At this solemn moment, the Imperial Regent stood in the center of the Triumphal Square, a square paved with white marble, as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the sun's rays. He was dressed in a gorgeous dress and a golden crown, exuding awe-inspiring authority. Amid the roar of the salute, he slowly raised his hand and saluted the crowd around him. It was a gesture full of power and confidence, demonstrating the prosperity of the empire.

Amid thirteen deafening roars, the victory parade officially kicked off like a grand celebration. Citizens of the Empire from all directions flocked to the scene, their faces filled with joy and pride, and cheers rose and fell like waves. The shocking cheers, like a spring breeze blowing across the earth, echoed on the surface of Terra, and lasted for a long time, as if announcing the glory and honor of the Empire to the world.

People waved flags and sang hymns, their excitement was beyond words. They rushed to witness the spectacular scene of the victory parade, and their eyes revealed infinite longing for the future of the Empire. At this moment, everything on the land of Terra seemed to be infected by the cheers, full of vitality and brilliance.

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As time went by, the cheers gradually evolved into a magnificent symphony, stirring everyone's heartstrings. The people of the Empire were proud of this victory and their motherland. At this moment, they witnessed a new page of history together, and the shocking cheers, like an eternal melody, echoed on the surface of Terra and could not be dissipated for a long time.

On the vast land of the Empire, loyal warriors strode forward and set foot on the broad triumphal avenue symbolizing honor and victory. This road was paved with flowers and cheers, and countless people lined the streets to welcome them. The atmosphere was warm and extraordinary. In this mighty triumphal procession, tens of thousands of elite Astartes warriors stood at the forefront. They were wearing armor, holding sharp blades, and were heroic and heroic, demonstrating the majesty and power of the Empire. Their eyes were firm, and their faces were full of pride and glory. Every step they took was a glorious history of the Empire, and every breath they took was telling of their endless loyalty to the Empire.

In the long river of history, the horn of the revenge expedition has been sounded for more than a century. This endless journey caused the Astartes warriors, known as the "Angels of Death", to endure countless traumas and hardships.