Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Chapter 70 Emperor-class Titan - Sun of Destruction

But the enemies of the Empire no longer have time to continue to stalemate with this group of mortals.

The Thousand Sons Legion, which descended with the Demon Prince Magnus, came to the defense line guarded by the Macragge Defense Corps.

The Red Letter Warriors, who had long lost their souls, put up their shields, while the Thousand Sons wizards hid behind the soulless puppets, chanting filthy warp sorcery.

The eight-pointed star rune representing the Chaos Power flashed with blasphemous light. After a brief silence, a suffocating Skyfall Fire slammed into the defense line of the mortal warriors.

The terrifying shock wave tore apart several Basilisk Cannons, and the psychic flames that followed spread along the trenches, instantly burning hundreds of mortal warriors into a wisp of green smoke.

The Skyfall Fire kept falling like raindrops! Facing the strange warp sorcery, the loyal warriors were helpless.

The first line of defense guarded by the [Macragge Defense Force] was soon torn open by the psychic flames.

Countless Chaos Demons swarmed in through the gap and wantonly attacked the second line of defense of [Hera Fortress].

And the [Thousand Sons] wizards still had no intention of stopping here!

The fallen betrayer once again chanted the blasphemous [Chaos Sorcery], and the power of this attack... was enough to make the land of Macragge tremble.

If the betrayers were allowed to continue to release spells, then all the defenses built by the Sons of Guilliman would be useless.

In order to counter the [Chaos Sorcery] of the betrayers, the [Chief Think Tank] of the Ultramarines, Digris, led more than 40 psychics to join the battlefield.

The loyal [Think Tanks] released an ancient spell that could expel the power of Chaos in a small area at the cost of overdrawing their souls.

Without the support of the power of Chaos, the warp sorcery that the Thousand Sons wizards were brewing was shattered.

The threat was temporarily lifted!

But this did not improve the situation faced by the loyalists at all.

Following the Thousand Sons Legion, more and more betrayers joined the battlefield.

The Plague Legion that exuded a foul smell, the Chaos Warband that split from the Iron Warriors, the World Eaters full of war fanaticism, and even the Midnight Lords who disappeared for thousands of years...

Tens of thousands of Chaos Space Marines have far exceeded the limit that the loyalists can resist.

And the worse is yet to come!

When Calgar was upset about the situation on the battlefield, the land of Macragge suddenly trembled without warning.

The march of the "God's Machine" stirred up dust all over the sky! Accompanied by the deafening roar of the engine, the fallen Titans belonging to the Death Skull Legion joined the battlefield.

The Emperor-class Titan, the [Day of Destruction], which once carried the glory of mankind, let out a deafening roar.

The bomb bay loaded on the shoulder of the fallen Titan opened with a bang!

The artillery fire surrounded by the power of chaos dragged a dazzling tail flame, and slammed into the [Void Shield] defense barrier of the Hera Fortress like a meteor.

The dense explosions like raindrops splashed ripples on the lavender [Void Shield].

Such a level of firepower has exceeded the limit that the Void Shield can bear.

The [Void Shield Generator] hidden in the Hera Fortress burst into a dazzling spark! Then it completely stopped in the harsh noise.

Without the protection of the Void Shield, the [Hera Fortress], which was dormant with the hope of the empire, was exposed to the betrayers.

The fallen betrayers revealed a malicious grin.

Destruction seemed to be just around the corner!

…

At the same time, in the orbit of Macragge.

Relying on the absolute advantage in quantity and quality, the Imperial Fleet took only a few hours to completely expel the Chaos Fleet composed of [Word Bearers] and [Thousand Sons].

The loyal Imperial Navy has regained orbital control, but the atmosphere permeating the fleet is still extremely solemn.

In the command cabin of the flagship [Glory of Macragge].

Through the cold porthole, the fleet commander can clearly observe the current situation of [Macragge].

A layer of ominous blood-red light enveloped the azure planet.

The dark crack connecting the Sea of ​​Souls stretches across the sky...The Warp Entity that is full of malice towards humans hides behind the crack, watching everything on the land of Macragge.

The Chaos power that is almost condensed into substance erodes every corner of the planet, and at the same time isolates all contact between the planet's surface and the orbital fleet.

It has been nearly eight standard Terra hours since the fleet last contacted the surface.

No one knows what happened on the surface of Macragge!

The anxious commander paced back and forth in the cabin, and his slightly disordered footsteps echoed in the silent space.

"Being anxious won't solve any problems!" A mechanical voice without any emotion suddenly sounded, "Although I'm reluctant to admit it, all we can do now is... wait!"

"Wait?" The commander with red eyes roared like an angry bull, "The great [Lord of Ultramar] and [Regent of the Empire] are in danger, and you let me wait here?"

The commander paused for a moment, his anxiety almost overflowing in his words: "Aren't you the Archmagus of the Mechanicus? Hurry up and find a way to do something!!"

Soon after the Chaos Fleet was driven away, the Archmagus who called himself [Belisarius Cawl] drove a spaceship alone and visited the ancient [Glory of Macragge].

The commander originally didn't want to receive this mysterious oil man, but when Cawl took out the covenant between him and Guilliman...the commander's attitude immediately changed drastically.

Being qualified to conclude an alliance with the Primarch means that the technology mastered by the Archmagus has been recognized by Guilliman.

At the moment when [Macragge] and [Lord of Ultramar] are threatened, this mysterious Archmagus may be the only lifeline of the Empire.

But Cawl failed to respond to the commander's expectations.

Faced with the power of chaos that enveloped the entire planet, even the Archmagus who had lived for a long time was helpless.

Standing in front of the battleship control console, Cawl was at a loss!

No one noticed that a strange green light seemed to flash in the shadows in the corner of the battleship.

"You seem to need a little help!" An uncomfortable mechanical voice suddenly sounded.

Accompanied by a low hum, some strange green pulse swept through every corner of the cabin.

This is a technology that far exceeds the understanding of humans and the empire!

Except for the great sage Cawl, everyone was firmly frozen in the concept of "space".