Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

"The Lion King's time seems to be eternally fixed in the earth-shattering Battle of Caliban. If we describe it in plain language, then the Lion King we are witnessing now is actually still The Lion King who fought heroically during the Horus Heresy. Ten thousand years have passed since the thrilling Battle of Horus. However, during this long time, the Lion King has not left any traces of his own among the vast stars, as if it were his own. Time stopped at that decisive moment."

During this long period of time, the name and glory of the Lion King have been praised countless times, but his figure seems to be sealed in the memory of that era. Those star-studded night skies have witnessed the birth and death of many heroes, but only the Lion King has not been left behind. It is so mysterious and so far away, as if it is just a legendary figure rather than a real individual.

Perhaps, the Lion King's choice was to protect that era and the comrades who had fought alongside him. It would rather let its time stand still than stick to that decisive moment, using its power and glory to leave an eternal mark on that era. But now, we can only imagine how the former Lion King shined among the stars and how majestic he was on the battlefield through ancient stories and legends. "

The voice of the Dark Watcher was full of unquestionable solemnity and heaviness, "In the physical universe we live in, the passage of time is like a one-way river, moving forward eternally and firmly. The Lion King, this ancient king, It has actually crossed the long river of time of ten thousand years and arrived in our era. This behavior has undoubtedly violated the sacred law of time and broken the most fundamental order in the universe. "

Deep in the universe, there is a mysterious and unpredictable force that maintains the order and rules of the entire universe. This force is called the correction force of the rules of the universe, and it silently monitors every corner of time and space all the time. When an anomaly is discovered, this force will take action without hesitation to ensure that the balance of the universe is not disturbed. Recently, it discovered an existence that should not appear in this time and space - the Lion King.

The Lion King, a powerful and noble being, does not belong to this time and space. However, for some indescribable reason, the Lion King unexpectedly came here. This move immediately attracted the attention of the power to correct the rules of the universe. In order to maintain the harmony and order of the universe, this force began to try to erase the existence of the Lion King. It is this powerful correction force that makes the Lion King still unconscious.

The corrective force of the rules of the universe constantly exerts pressure on the Lion King, trying to completely erase him from this time and space. However, the Lion King is no easy opponent. Despite being in a coma, his powerful aura still made things difficult for the correction powers. In this contest of the rules of the universe, the Lion King seems to have become an unforeseen variable.

Therefore, the fact that the Lion King remains unconscious to this day is the result of the corrective power of the universe's rules trying to erase him. This struggle is still going on, and the fate of the Lion King is also under the control of this mysterious force. Whether the Lion King can break through the predicament and regain his freedom is still unknown. But no matter what, the rules and order of the universe will be maintained in this contest. "

The imperial regent's eyes were like cold sharp swords, tightly locked on this group of mysterious and strange green-robed dwarfs. His eyes were full of doubts and scrutiny, as if he wanted to see through their appearance to explore the secrets deep inside their hearts. "Why are you so sure that my power can awaken the Lion King?" His words were sonorous and powerful, and his voice echoed in the empty hall, revealing his urgency and confusion about this issue.

These green-robed dwarfs have pale skin and a strange light shining in their eyes, as if they hide endless wisdom and power. They faced the imperial regent's questioning, but they did not panic. They just stood there quietly, as if they were confident.

"Dear Regent, our power comes from ancient legends, and we know that the blood of the Lion King flows in your body." The oldest of the green-robed dwarfs said in a low and mysterious voice, "We believe , as long as you are willing, your sleeping power will surely awaken the Lion King and lead the empire to glory." Their eyes were unwavering, as if they had already seen the future.

"I smell a trace of the power of rules in you." The Dark Watcher slowly stretched out his skinny fingers and gently touched the Imperial Regent's shoulder. At that moment, there seemed to be an invisible wave, carrying awe-inspiring majesty, spreading silently in this dark space.

His fingertips seemed to carry traces of time, and every touch seemed to have traveled through countless time. The imperial regent held his breath involuntarily, feeling that the power was like the cold wind in winter or the starry sky in the dark night, both familiar and unfamiliar.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and an indescribable sense of oppression filled the air. Those laws hidden in the shadows seemed to be awakened and activated under this touch, and began to intertwine and reverberate in this space. Every ripple of rules made the imperial regent's heart beat harder, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

The Dark Watcher's eyes are deep and mysterious, as if he can see through everything. He spoke softly, but every word was sonorous and powerful: "This power represents order and the laws of the universe. It exists in your blood and resonates with your soul."

As he spoke, the Imperial Regent felt a warm force surge up from the bottom of his heart, interweaving with the suffocating force, forming a harmonious and shocking melody. He knew that this was the power of rules, which not only constrained everything, but also made everything.

Even Azrael, the supreme mentor who was praised as the supreme being and whose power was comparable to the sky, was ruthlessly blown away by this force like a raging wave. He drew a long arc in the air and finally landed dozens of meters away. His figure struggled in the dust, looking extremely embarrassed. As for those dark watchers who were already petite, their experience was even more miserable. Except for the dark watcher who was talking to the Imperial Regent, the other dark watchers were like fallen leaves under the impact of this force, swept up by the wind, flew away without a trace, and disappeared from people's sight.

"Your companion... just flew out." The Imperial Regent's voice was low and powerful, and his finger pointed to the entrance of the core area, where light and shadow intertwined, as if hiding endless secrets. At this moment, the ground under his feet suddenly trembled slightly, as if an invisible force was awakening.

The mortal warriors around him watched this scene intently, their eyes full of reverence and expectation. Under their gaze, three fearless mechas from the Dark Angel slowly walked out of the shadows. As soon as their figures appeared, they exuded a powerful aura that shocked people.

These fearless mechas were all black, as if they were integrated into the night. The metal texture on the surface of the mechas flashed coldly under the light. They were silent, but gave people a sense of unshakable faith. With the appearance of the mechas, the atmosphere on the battlefield instantly became tense, and every warrior felt the pressure of the upcoming decisive battle.

The Imperial Regent's eyes were as sharp as a hawk. He watched the joining of the mechas coldly, as if he had already anticipated how the next battle would unfold. The mortal warriors, with full of awe, waited for these powerful mechas to lead them to victory. On this battlefield, the arrival of the dreadnought mechas undoubtedly added a powerful force to the imperial army.

Following the mighty figure of the dreadnought mechas, the sons of the Lion King of the third company resolutely stepped into the battlefield, with a firm light in their eyes. Although the Chaos Demons summoned by the invaders were powerful, their strength was not too strong, just a facade. And the invaders themselves were just a group of fallen people corrupted by the power of chaos. They abused this power and tried to destroy this peaceful land.

In this fierce battle, the sons of the Lion King showed their unyielding fighting spirit and excellent fighting skills. They knew that in the face of these Chaos Demons and Fallen, only firm belief and tenacious will could defeat evil. Although the power of the invaders came from chaos, their hearts had been swallowed by darkness and lost their original light and hope.

The sons of the lion king bravely faced these enemies. Every swing of their swords and every shot they made were full of strength and determination. In this battle, they not only defended their homes, but also defended justice and light. Although those chaotic demons and fallen ones once made them feel pressured, they could not resist the firm steps of the sons of the lion king.

Faced with the anger of the sons of the lion king, the invaders fell into despair. Their courage and strength seemed so insignificant in front of the anger of the sons of the lion king, and there was no room for resistance at all. The sons of the lion king were like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, wantonly venting their anger. Their eyes were full of coldness and disdain. Every time they waved their claws and fangs, they made the invaders feel the fragility of life.

In this contest of power, the war quickly evolved into a one-sided massacre. The invaders fell one after another, and their screams intertwined with the roars of the sons of the lion king, forming a bloody movement. Every attack of the Lion King's Sons was accurate, as if they were already used to this killing game. On this battlefield, only the anger of the Lion King's Sons was burning, and the resistance of the invaders was like a wisp of light smoke, which was blown away in an instant.

On the dark battlefield, the third captain Mork tightly grasped the grenade launcher in his hand, his eyes firm and cold. With a deafening roar, the anger of the grenade launcher instantly smashed the head of the fallen in front. At this moment, the thick blood mist filled the air, reflecting the tense faces of the Dark Angels. This was the last invader they cleared within their sight, and a thrilling battle finally came to an end. On this silent battlefield, the tense nerves of the Dark Angels finally got a moment of relaxation. "The intruders in the foundry area have been cleared, and all potential threats have been completely eradicated." Mork's voice sounded low and firm in the Dark Angels' internal communication band. He was reporting the latest battle situation in detail to the Supreme Grand Master Azrael.

The night was as dark as ink, and the fire in the foundry flickered. The sound of metal collision and the roar of machinery intertwined into a unique war symphony. In this silent battle, Mork and his team successfully repelled the intruders who attempted to disrupt the order with their firm will and superb skills.

"Report to the master, we have thoroughly checked every corner of the factory to ensure that no hidden dangers are missed." Mork's tone revealed unquestionable confidence.

Azrael sat on a high throne, his eyes looked through the Dark Angel's communication screen, as if he could see through the darkness and see everything in the factory. He nodded with satisfaction and responded: "Very good, Mork, your performance is commendable. Continue to be vigilant and do not relax monitoring of any possible threats."

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"Have you found out the identity of the intruder?" The solemn and powerful voice of the Supreme Master, like the cold wind in winter, was cold and firm, and clearly reached the ears of the third captain, making him, who was originally a little anxious, feel an invisible pressure in an instant.

The third captain raised his head and looked at the Supreme Master firmly. He knew that he had to give a definite answer at this moment. The air around him seemed to solidify, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the third captain's answer.

In the dim underground secret room, the air was filled with the smell of blood and death. Mork's cold eyes penetrated the darkness around him like an ice blade, and he kicked the body of a fallen without hesitation. The headless body fell to the side powerlessly, as if it was still maintaining some kind of desperate resistance at the last moment of its life.

Then, Mork reached out and pulled out a tattered flag from the arms of the headless body. The flag was embroidered with a Ouroboros, and the snake's body was twisted and twisted, as if it would slip off the cloth at any time. The flag looked particularly gloomy in the dim firelight, as if it foreshadowed some evil ritual or secret that could not be told.

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the Ouroboros sect." Mork's voice was low and firm, revealing his certainty of this answer. There was no fear or hesitation in his eyes, only calm analysis and determination. In this area full of dark power, the Ouroboros sect loomed, as disturbing as a nightmare.

The linen flag was particularly eye-catching. It fluttered gently, and on it was carefully embroidered with a giant snake connected head to tail with golden silk thread. The giant snake was winding and coiling, as if silently telling an ancient story. This is the symbol of the "Ouroboros", a mysterious and solemn symbol that makes people curious and awed by the meaning behind it.