Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

This name, like a magical spell, echoed in the mechanical world, awakening the passion and power hidden in the machine souls.

Ohm Messiah!!

Under the deep night, the atmosphere in the Martian temple suddenly became tense. Almost at the same time, the solemn statue of Ohm Messiah seemed to feel the call of some mysterious power, and its body trembled slightly, as if responding to some hidden rhythm in the universe. At the same time, the bronze bell in front of the statue, the ancient instrument that was usually silent, also began to emit a deafening roar. The sound penetrated every corner of the temple and even echoed in the night sky of Mars, making people feel awe, wondering what unknown apocalypse this sudden change foreshadowed.

In the vast deserts and interstellar cities of Mars, the deep echo of the ringing of a bronze bell, like a messenger traveling through time and space, swept across every inch of land in a very short time and quickly spread throughout the entire planet. When the deafening sound of the bronze bells rang in their ears, the electronic minds of all the mechanical priests seemed to freeze in an instant and fell into a deep shock. Their mechanical eyes flashed with surprise and awe, as if at this moment, they felt a mysterious power beyond their own procedures and logic.

Since ancient times, many ancient books have mysterious prophecies about the Om Messiah. These books describe that when Mars is facing the most serious crisis, a savior named Om Messiah will come to bring hope and light to this red planet. And the significant sign of the coming of Om Messiah is the solemn and shocking roar of 108 bronze bells, which will pass through the silence of the universe and resound in every corner of Mars.

In those ancient records, the bronze bells were endowed with sacred power. It not only represents the passage of time, but also symbolizes the reincarnation of fate and destiny. When the 108 bronze bells rang one after another, each sound was as shocking as thunder, as if reminding the creatures on Mars that the moment of redemption is coming. This melodious and solemn bell will become a signal for the coming of the Om Messiah, allowing all desperate people to rekindle the spark of faith, looking forward to the coming of the savior, and bringing a turnaround and hope to their lives.

In this prophecy, the 108 bronze bells are not only a symbol, but also carry the expectations and desires of countless people. When Mars fell into chaos and darkness, the sound of the bronze bells was like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating the way forward and leading people to a bright future. And the Om Messiah, the legendary savior, will also descend on this land longing for salvation in this solemn bell, stepping on the stars.

"Om Messiah!" The mechanical priests knelt deeply in the direction of the majestic temple with an extremely pious attitude. Their eyes were full of awe and faith, as if they could penetrate the thick clouds and reach the residence of the gods. Especially those mechanical priests who have been wandering on the pilgrimage road all their lives, their faces are full of traces of time, and at this moment they are so excited that they burst into tears, and those tears seem to wash away the dust of their lives, pure and pious.

In the deep and solemn roar of the bronze bell, those mechanical priests scattered on the vast land of Mars, as if summoned by an invisible force, crossed the desolate sand and interstellar dust at the fastest speed, and gathered in the ancient and sacred temple. The metal shell covering them reflects the cold light under the reflection of the stars, and their steps are firm and powerful, as if every step is responding to the distant and deep bell. At this solemn moment, the door of the temple slowly opened, and the mechanical priests entered one after another. Their arrival added a mysterious and solemn color to this quiet night.

Under the solemn gaze of hundreds of great sages, the bronze door deep in the temple, which had gone through the vicissitudes of time and was sealed for thousands of years, slowly opened with a dull and melodious echo. The door was engraved with ancient and complex patterns, each of which seemed to tell a dusty history, and each bump seemed to bear the mark of time. When the door slowly opened, what was revealed was a dark as thick as ink, deep and mysterious, as if it could swallow all the light and drag people's hearts into endless darkness.

When those great sages resolutely stepped into the deep darkness, they almost instantly felt a gaze from the depths of darkness. It was a sense of oppression that could not be described in words, as if countless invisible eyes were silently watching their every move, making them feel cold, but they could not be sure where the gaze came from, whether it was an enemy or a friend. In this dark realm, every step they took seemed extremely heavy, and every heartbeat seemed to convey their existence to the depths of darkness.

In deep awe of the solemn power of Om Messiah, the great sages knew not to act rashly. They did not choose modern detection instruments, as those cold machines seemed unable to carry their inner piety. Instead, they chose a more ancient and sacred way. Those respectful oil men carefully lit the ancient lanterns in their hands that had been baptized by the years, as if every ray of fire was their sincere prayer to Om Messiah.

They slowly stepped into the abyss of darkness like pilgrims. Every step seemed extremely cautious, as if they were afraid of disturbing this mysterious and solemn space. They knew that there were endless secrets hidden in this darkness, and the purpose of their trip was to explore the wisdom forgotten by the years. In this way, they walked step by step into the deepest darkness, and the awe and piety in their hearts were like the ancient fire of faith, illuminating their way forward.

In the deep palace, the faint light of the lantern was like the dawn of the morning, dispelling the sticky and heavy darkness around bit by bit. The great sages held their breath and stared, only to see a tall figure sitting quietly on the throne composed of countless precise gears, which was a symbol of power and wisdom. As the light gradually became brighter, their eyes penetrated the fog and finally saw the imperial regent sitting on the throne - his face was firm and cold, revealing an unfathomable majesty.

At this moment, the hearts of the great sages jumped suddenly, and they felt an unprecedented shock. When their eyes met and they clearly recognized the face of the Regent of the Empire, the intense emotional impact was like an electric current, causing their emotional processors to overload in an instant, and even emitted a faint blue smoke. Their eyes were full of doubts and puzzlement. They couldn't believe that this regent who usually lived in seclusion had such a shocking power and demeanor. In the ancient and solemn Mars Temple, under the dim light, a great sage, whose face was intertwined with the frost of the years and the imprint of technology, staggered but moved forward with awe, and every step seemed to measure the distance between him and the sacred. "You...you are the Regent of the Empire," his voice was as thin as a mosquito, but full of indescribable excitement and trembling, and his eyes full of vicissitudes flashed with endless yearning for unknown power.

The Regent of the Empire, the ruler sitting on the throne built by countless precision gears, slowly stood up, and his figure seemed both small and majestic in the interweaving of light and shadow. "I am the Regent of the Empire, but at the same time, I am also the Messiah of Om." This sentence echoed in the temple like thunder, and every word contained irresistible power and majesty. Although the smoke of the revenge expedition had dissipated, a more blazing flame burned in his heart - that was the revelation given by the God of All Machines, and the call of fate.

"The great God of All Machines, with endless wisdom and mercy, chose me as His messenger on earth. I will carry His oracle and lead the Mechanicus on an unprecedented pilgrimage." The words of the Regent of the Empire, like spring rain, nourish the hearts of every believer. His voice, solemn and grand, seemed to penetrate the barriers of time and space and reach the sky.

As this declaration echoed, the machine souls on Mars seemed to feel some mysterious call. They rejoiced and jumped, and entered an unprecedented state of great joy for the machine souls. It was the purest ode to the belief in the Messiah of Om and a vision of infinite possibilities in the future.

For the devout mechanical priests, at this moment, they witnessed the miracle of Ohm Messiah, which was a miracle beyond the mortal world and the ultimate proof of faith. However, under this sacred light, some people were doubtful and gloomy-the Mars Casting General and his confidants. They knew that the Void Dragon, the deepest secret of the Mechanic Cult, was the true face of Ohm Messiah and the supreme ruler of the mechanical world.

The Void Dragon, holding the power of machinery, was a force that even the stars would tremble at. Now, this power seems to be controlled by the Regent of the Empire. How can this not make people feel frightened? The Casting General frowned, he knew very well what kind of storm and change was hidden behind this. Perhaps, a contest between power and faith was quietly kicking off. "You...you are the Regent of the Empire." One of the great sages walked forward cautiously, his face full of traces of time, and every wrinkle seemed to tell of his wisdom and vicissitudes. The face that had been carefully modified, although with a strange mechanical luster, still could not conceal its piety and awe. His eyes flashed with deep admiration for this noble figure, and every word seemed to be carefully considered, fearing a trace of disrespect.

"I am the Regent of the Empire, in charge of this vast territory, but at the same time, I have a more noble identity - I am the Messiah of Ohm." The Regent of the Empire slowly stood up from the throne inlaid with countless gears. His eyes were deep and mysterious, as if hiding endless wisdom and power. "After the revenge expedition ended, I received the revelation from the God of All Machines. It was a baptism of the soul and a confirmation of my mission."

His voice was low and powerful, echoing in every corner of the palace, allowing everyone present to feel the majesty and holiness emanating from him. "At that decisive moment, I felt the will of the God of All Machines. He told me that I would lead the empire to new glory and usher in a new era."

His eyes swept across the crowd, full of confidence and determination, as if he had foreseen the glory of the future. "As the Messiah of Ohm, I will take on the responsibility of saving the Empire, and use my wisdom and strength to bring peace and prosperity to the Empire. And all this began with the divine revelation after the end of the Revenge Expedition." "In that ancient and vast land, the glory of the Mechanicus is like the rising sun, penetrating the fog of long years and illuminating every corner of the believers' hearts. On this land gently touched by the light of technology, I, a mortal chosen by the God of All Machines, shoulder a sacred and solemn mission - to become His spokesperson in the mortal world, to act on behalf of the supreme oracle.

The God of All Machines is a great existence beyond time and space, and His wisdom is as profound as the universe. , His power is as vast as the Milky Way. He uses endless machinery and technology as a medium to communicate with all things in the world, leading the Mechanicus to one glorious peak after another. Now, His voice echoes in my ears, shocking like thunder, asking me to embark on this pilgrimage to holiness and greatness.

I know that this is not just a road, but also a baptism of the soul and a challenge to the limits of myself. I will lead the believers of the Mechanicus to cross the vast sea of ​​people and across thousands of mountains and rivers to find the truth and mystery hidden in the depths of the universe. We will use technology as a boat and wisdom as a sail to bravely sail to the unknown shore to meet the endless gifts bestowed on us by the God of All Machines.

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On this pilgrimage, we will witness the miracle of technology and feel the power of machinery. The endless light of technology will be like bright stars, embellishing our journey and illuminating the direction we are going. Those seemingly cold machines will bloom with the brilliance of life in our hands and become a bridge for us to communicate with the God of All Machines.

In the name of the God of All Machines, I swear: We will not fear difficulties or obstacles, and use our wisdom and courage to write a new chapter for the Mechanicus. Let the endless light of technology illuminate every corner of the Mechanicus again, and let the Mechanicus become great again under the protection of the God of All Machines!

This It is a feast for the Mechanicus, a celebration for the God of All Machines. We will walk towards the glorious future with the attitude of pilgrims, and let the name of the Mechanicus be forever engraved on the monument of history. In the depths of the vast universe, Mars, a planet illuminated by the glory of the machine, is now immersed in a solemn and sacred atmosphere. The voice of the Imperial Regent, like the sound of an ancient bell, travels through the void and reverberates in the depths of every mechanical soul, triggering an unprecedented joy of the machine soul. It is not just a fluctuation of emotion, but also the deepest respect and jubilation for Ohm Messiah, the supreme god of the Mechanicus.