Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The loyal Imperial warriors raised their weapons high and followed the Imperial Regent's steps to charge at the traitors.

The large-caliber machine guns mounted on the [Sikaran Main Battle Tank] began to roar, and thousands of brass bullets gathered into a torrent of death, bringing the Emperor's wrath to all the traitors within sight.

Even the ceramsite steel power armor blessed by the gods could not last long in the face of the heavy firepower from the armored vehicles.

In just the moment of the battle, more than twenty [Word Bearers] were torn to pieces by the angry loyalists.

But compared with the huge total number of [Word Bearers], this death was so small that it was almost negligible.

The traitors came like a tide!

But under the firepower of dozens of [Relic Vehicles], the fallen [Word Bearers] could never penetrate the defense of the Imperial warriors.

On the other side of the battlefield, the battle between the [Imperial Regent] and the Demon Prince Lorgar was even easier.

Ten thousand years ago during the Great Crusade, Lorgar's combat power ranked last among all the Primarchs! And today, when he was promoted to the Demon Prince, the offensive of this charlatan is still weak.

Even the useless [Plague Son] Mortarion can easily surpass Lorgar by several streets in terms of combat power.

The Emperor's Sword, overflowing with psychic energy, passed like a meteor, and the huge body of the Imperial Regent did not affect its terrifying speed at all.

The fallen Lorgar was only about three meters tall, facing the four-meter-five Imperial Regent... The Primarch of the Word Bearers was like a little chicken being manipulated by anyone.

Lorgar was always afraid of the blazing Emperor's Sword!

And the emotion of "fear" is a taboo on the battlefield.

In the face of the Imperial Regent's terrifying offensive, the Demon Prince could only rely on the blasphemous [Chaos Word] to barely resist.

The Imperial Regent's offensive became more and more fierce!

In five minutes at most, the blazing Emperor's Sword will be able to cut off the traitor's head.

Except for the time when he was assassinated by the [Raven King], this is the first time in thousands of years that Lorgar has felt the approach of death.

"Come and help me!" Lorgar roared in great anger, "You damn bastards, you won't be able to have a good life even if I die!"

There is no doubt that this despicable traitor still has allies hiding in the dark.

A trace of cold light flashed in the eyes of the Imperial Regent! The golden psychic energy like a tide poured into the Emperor's Sword, and a dazzling light bloomed on the ice-blue blade.

The blazing Emperor's Sword, wrapped in the sound of the wind like the screaming of a ghost, pierced the blasphemous heart of the Word Bearer Primarch without reservation.

This is a fatal blow!

Lorgar's face, branded with blasphemous runes, was filled with deep horror and fear! The traitor tried to evade, but it was too late.

The [Armor of Proverbs] blessed by the gods was easily pierced by the Emperor's Sword! But just before Lorgar's heart was pierced, several warp sorceries surging with the power of Chaos shot out from the shadows.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Imperial Regent pulled away to dodge, Lorgar dragged his wounded body back to the Chaos camp in a mess.

Under the solemn gaze of the Imperial Regent, a huge red figure appeared on the land of Macragge.

[Lord of Prospero]——Magnus!

"Stop it, Imperial Regent!" Magnus's slightly hoarse voice reached the ears of the Imperial Regent, "As long as you don't interfere in this war, I promise that you can leave Macragge safely."

"Promise?" The Imperial Regent seemed to have heard a joke, "When did I need a traitor's promise?"

The Emperor's Sword once again shone brightly, and the cold killing intent like ice permeated the space wantonly.

"Magnus, it seems that your plan to persuade the enemy to surrender has failed!" A disgusting sneer emerged from the shadow of the battlefield.

Accompanied by the thick arcane mist, a strange bird with gorgeous feathers appeared in front of the Imperial Regent.

The Demon Prince of Tzeentch - [Platilos].

Appearing with this demon prince, there are two other huge figures.

The demon prince [Angron] exuding the smell of blood and sulfur, and [the Great Unclean One] Ompu wrapped in countless viruses and plagues.

In addition to [Magnus] and [Lorgar] before, five demons and betrayers exuding terrifying momentum stood opposite the Imperial Regent.

Facing the siege of five [Great Demon]-level strongmen, even the powerful Imperial Regent fell into an extremely solemn state.

"You are the bastard who hurt the lovely Mortarion?" The Great Unclean One Ompu roared in a muffled voice, "I swear in the name of my father, I will avenge my dear Mortarion."

"Mortarion?" The Imperial Regent raised a mocking smile, "Let me guess, that guy should be crying like a fart spirit now."

The Imperial Regent's mockery successfully aroused the anger of the Great Unclean One.

Ompu decided to imitate the generosity of his father and inject tens of thousands of virulent plagues and viruses into the body of the Imperial Regent.

The flesh and bones of this human will slowly rot under the erosion of the virulent plague! Even his soul cannot escape the fate of being corroded by the virus.

In this way, Mortarion's injured young heart can be comforted... Ompu thought so.

"The time for nonsense is over! Next, prepare to meet your destined death!" The codex in Prince Tzeentch's hand burst into a filthy chaotic light.

As a follower of the Lord of Arcane, Prince Tzeentch controls thousands of Warp sorcery.

The viruses and plagues of the Great Unclean One, the Warp sorcery of Prince Tzeentch, Lorgar's Chaos Word, plus Angron, the Prince of Khorne, who carries a chainsaw axe...

Even though Magnus, who was standing on the edge of the battlefield, did not take action, the four enemies of the Empire on the field still brought a tide of pressure to Gawain.

Angron, the Prince of Khorne, roared furiously.

Although the Butcher's Nail took away his sanity, Angron could still feel that the giant in front of him was an opponent worth fighting.

The bloody chainsaw axe chopped towards the chest of the Imperial Regent, and the ghosts lingering on the weapon screamed harshly.

The Imperial Regent held the Emperor's Sword across his chest and barely blocked this terrible blow with his strong body.

Among the twenty-one Primarchs created by the Emperor, the power of Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters, is second only to the Lord of Fire Dragons and the Lion King!

After being promoted to a Demon Prince, Angron's power has reached an unimaginable level.

The blessing from the Brass Throne plunged Angron into a war rage.