Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

"Ouroboros" Azrael's face suddenly became gloomy and cold like a sky covered with dark clouds. A trace of unconcealable anger flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold tone: "Those degenerates are really lingering, entangled like a nightmare. Mork, you must take action immediately to clear out the intruders outside. After that, we must immediately return to the core area without any delay. The recovery of the Primarch is crucial to us, and any interference and obstacles must be ruthlessly eliminated to ensure the smooth progress of the plan.”

As soon as the words "your will" came out of his mouth, Mork's face instantly became serious, as if there was an invisible force pressing on his heart. He had firm eyes, frowned slightly, and slowly hung up the communication. At that moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and it was so quiet that one could almost hear one's own heartbeat.

Just as Mork was about to command the third company of Dark Angels under his command to embark on the journey to the next target point, suddenly, a mysterious Dark Angels team appeared in his sight. Their figures appeared quietly like ghosts, which made Mork frown and became very interested in this sudden appearance of the team.

The leading Dark Angel held a bloody head in his hand, and the eyes on the head seemed to still have traces of life. Mork once looked through countless files in the Dark Angel's database, and he recognized that face - that was the leader of the Ouroboros sect, a name that once made the entire dark world tremble. Now, the fear and despair on that evil face are solidified into an eternal statue.

In the dark corners, most of the Dark Angels have inherited Lion Lion's suspicious character. They are like cheetahs in the dark night, always alert to their surroundings. Now, facing the sudden appearance of the Dark Angel team, Mork's keen intuition allowed him to instantly detect something unusual. His eyes became sharp, like a sharp sword, staring closely at the team, trying to find the hidden secrets in their actions. This subtle abnormality made him nervous, and he felt an uneasy feeling in his heart.

"Which company are you... from?" Mork frowned and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, trying to capture a unique mark belonging to the Dark Angels from these mysterious figures to confirm their true identity.

The night was like ink, shrouding these dark angels in a deep mist. Their faces were vaguely visible in the dim light, making them elusive. Mork's heart beat faster. He knew that in this dark battlefield, the confirmation of identity was crucial. Perhaps it would be related to the life and death of him and his companions.

He stared at each other closely, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice, trying to get answers from these dark angels to solve the doubts in his heart. In this tense atmosphere, every second of waiting seemed to torture his nerves.

Dark Angels: "..."

The third company commander waited anxiously for the battle brothers' response. However, time seemed to have frozen, and the surroundings fell into dead silence. At this moment, under the astonished eyes of the Third Company Astartes, the mysterious Dark Angels team suddenly launched an attack without warning. Their movements were as fast as the wind, as if the god of death descended from the darkness, making people shudder.

The originally peaceful battlefield suddenly became tense. The soldiers of the third company were stunned and couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. The Dark Angel team was like a bolt of black lightning, approaching quickly. Their faces were cold, and their eyes revealed determination and ruthlessness. The third company commander's heart tightened. He knew that this would be a brutal battle.

Under this sudden attack, the Astartes of the Third Company were forced to fight. They hurriedly took up their weapons and prepared for this life and death struggle. However, the Dark Angels team's offensive is fierce and strange, making it difficult to predict. The third company commander knew that this battle would be a great test of their will and strength.

On the battlefield, a deafening roar pierced the tense air, which was the death roar released by a super-large caliber bolter. In just an instant, more than five brave battle brothers had their lives instantly evaporated under the ferocious firepower, and the explosive bombs ruthlessly shattered their heads. Blood and brains spattered, staining the surrounding soil red, and the air was filled with strong smoke and the smell of death. This cruel scene was deeply engraved in the hearts of every soldier present.

"They are also invaders" - the sacrifice of his comrades aroused endless anger in Mork's heart. His eyes were wide open and his eyes were about to split, as if he wanted to devour everything in front of him. Seeing this, the third company commander clenched the chain sword in his hand. The sharp teeth shone coldly in the moonlight. As he waved his arm, the chain sword made a harsh roar, like an angry beast roaring. , shocking everyone's heartstrings.

Under the deep night, the Dark Angels experienced the pain of betrayal by their allies, but they did not stay in shock and disappointment for long. They were like lions awakened from the darkness, shaking off the dust and regaining their eye-catching brilliance. The sons of the Lion waved their swords and shouted the name of their leader, Lion. The voice was as passionate as a storm, shaking everyone's heart. They were like an unstoppable torrent, marching forward bravely, launching a fierce charge towards the "Dark Angels" in the factory area, as if to completely destroy this dark force. In this contest of power, their eyes were firm and their steps were firm. Only victory was their only pursuit.

Facing the roar of the sons of the Lion, the mysterious and unidentified Astartes did not show any fear! Their eyes were firm and deep, as if they had been prepared for a long time. No matter what kind of storm was ahead, it could not shake their rock-solid faith. In this threatening battlefield, they are like a group of unyielding warriors, waiting for the arrival of the decisive battle.

The sharp blades of the chainsaws and the flames of the bombs intertwined and converged. On the battlefield full of tension, an unprecedented brutal war broke out between two hostile superhuman warriors! The collision of armor and strength, the contest of faith and determination, every round is terrifying. The explosion shook the sky, and the cold light of the chainsaw flickered under the night sky. The interweaving of the two converged into a thrilling picture. In this brutal battle, the two warriors showed their extraordinary power without reservation, and the outcome of this war was destined to be tragic.

In the long river of time, the Dark Angels' Third Company has become a legendary veteran who has served for more than a century with its perseverance and loyalty. These Astartes warriors who have experienced vicissitudes have been through hundreds of battles in countless cruel battlefields. With their tenacious vitality and extraordinary combat skills, they have struggled to survive from the brink of death. Their fighting power has long surpassed the imagination of ordinary people, and they have become the well-deserved elites in the Imperial Army.

These battle-hardened Astartes have not only reached the peak in combat skills, but also possessed an indestructible will in psychological quality. The fearlessness and courage they showed on the battlefield frightened the enemy and amazed the friendly forces. It is these warriors who have grown up in the years of tempering that have created the immortal glory of the Dark Angels Three Company.

In this long service career, the members of the Dark Angels Three Company have long put life and death aside. They use their courage and faith to protect the peace of the territory for the Empire. The legendary stories of these old warriors have inspired generations of young Astartes, letting them understand that in battle, only strong fighting power can win a chance of survival for themselves and their comrades.

Although the invaders seem to have taken the initiative on the battlefield with their huge numerical advantage, they have never been able to achieve a decisive victory in the fierce battle with the Dark Angels. The Dark Angels, wearing black armor and holding sharp weapons, with extraordinary courage and superb fighting skills, prevented the invaders from gaining the upper hand in every conflict. In this contest of strength and wisdom, the Dark Angels showed a tenacious will to resist, making it difficult for the invaders to break through their defenses even if they were numerous.

"Damn bastards, you invaders must pay a heavy price!" Mork's eyes flashed with raging anger, like a furious lion. He waved the sharp chainsaw sword in his hand and instantly cut an invading Astartes into two cruelly. The sword flashed, blood splashed, and the air was filled with a strong smell of rust and death.

His body trembled in rage, and every swing of the sword was full of power and anger. Mork's eyes were full of bloodshot, and his face was covered with the blood and dust of the enemy, but all this could not hide the firm determination in his eyes.

"Do you think you can easily trample on our homes and destroy our peace? You are wrong!" Mork roared, the chainsaw sword in his hand was like an angry venomous snake, constantly swallowing the flames of death. With every swing of the sword, an Astartes fell down, and their lives disappeared in Mork's anger.

Mork's eyes were only fighting and revenge. He knew that this battle would not end easily, but he also understood that no matter how much he paid, he must protect everything he cherished. On this battlefield, he was like a god of war, facing the invaders fearlessly, vowing to completely crush their ambitions.

Under the deep night, the third captain stood like a pine tree, leading a group of tacitly coordinated and experienced fighting brothers. They used the unique tactics of the Dark Angels, like ghosts in the dark night, quietly weakening the power of the invaders. Every precise strike reduced the number of enemies, as if silently announcing their existence. If they continue to fight according to this tactic, the invading Astartes warriors will be completely wiped out within an hour, their arrogance will be ruthlessly extinguished, and the team of the third captain will write a glorious chapter of victory with their tenacious will and outstanding combat skills.

However, fate seemed to play a cruel joke on the Lion King's Sons. Just when the war was in a stalemate and both sides were trying their best to stalemate, another mysterious and cunning invader, disguised as a dark angel, appeared quietly behind the Lion King's Sons. This invader sneaked like a ghost, trying to give them a fatal blow when the Lion King's Sons were most relaxed.

On the edge of the fierce battle, the Dark Angels were carrying out a strict battle deployment according to the predetermined plan. However, at this critical moment, a group of sudden enemies appeared in their field of vision like ghosts. This sudden attack instantly disrupted the Dark Angels' battle deployment, and the originally orderly formation became chaotic. Faced with this unexpected change, the Dark Angels must quickly adjust their strategy and reorganize their forces to deal with this sudden threat.

Under the fierce offensive from the front and back, the invaders caused a devastating blow to the Dark Angels of the Third Company. The Astartes warriors who were ready to go are now only a few dozen in the smoke of war. They used to be a brave company, but now they are just a broken team, struggling hard on the line of life and death. Every soldier has deep scars, but they still grit their teeth, hold their positions, and interpret their unyielding fighting spirit with their lives. On this cruel battlefield, their courage and determination are like a ray of light in the darkness, illuminating the entire battle situation.

The original text is available at Liu # 9 @Shu/Bar!

In this long war, the dawn of victory has long disappeared at the end of the horizon. Mork knows that there is no possibility of victory in this war, just like an endless night that swallows up all hope and light. However, even in the face of such a desperate situation, Mork still grits his teeth, because he knows that he still has a vital mission on his shoulders.

Now, the only thing Mork can do is to do his best to transmit the information of the invaders. This was the last thing he could do for his country and people, and it was also the meaning of his fighting for himself. He knew that his actions might be insignificant, but this intelligence could be the key to turning the tide of the war.

In this cruel war, Mork was like a spark that was about to go out, but his determination was as firm as a rock. He knew that he had to overcome many difficulties and pass this intelligence to his compatriots who were still fighting for victory. Only in this way could he find a little comfort for everything he had done and put a perfect end to this war.

"Break out at all costs!" Mork's voice was like a roar in the wind, his eyes flashed with a firm light, and his body was covered with scars, as if every wound was telling of the hardships he had experienced, "We can't sit here and wait for death, we must report the situation here to the Supreme Grand Master."

His voice was full of eagerness and determination, and every word and sentence revealed his desire for the future and his persistence in life. His hands were clenched into fists, and his veins bulged. It was a kind of fearless courage and a determination to never give up.