Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

"Dare to defile the traitors of Macragge! You will pay the price of death for this blasphemous act!!!"

The power fist [Hand of Domination] mounted on Guilliman's right arm emitted a heart-shaking buzzing sound.

The Primarch with red eyes rushed straight into the array of traitors with unrivaled momentum like a furious lion.

The power fist filled with energy flowed with dazzling lightning! The terrifying punch from the Primarch easily smashed the head of a [Plague Terminator].

Facing an angry son of the Emperor, the power armor blessed by Nurgle was as fragile as a piece of white paper.

The grenade launcher hanging at the front of the [Hand of Domination] emitted a deafening roar!

The bullets wrapped in the Primarch's wrath shot out from the barrel, effortlessly tearing the two bloody [Bloodthirsty Demons] into pieces.

The terrifying fighting power displayed by the Primarch made the betrayers feel a little bit of fear.

But the loyalists were very excited.

"The Gene Father has revived, warriors, let these damned betrayers pay the price!" Chapter Master Calgar held high the banner of the [Ultramarines] and roared again to join the battlefield.

For the Astartes born in the [Eternal War], fighting side by side with the Gene Father... is just an epic in the history of the Chapter.

But at this moment, the epic has become a reality!

The wounded sons of Guilliman spontaneously gathered around the Primarch, and together with the extremely angry Gene Father, they formed an indestructible blade.

No enemy of the Empire dared to stop the furious Primarch!

Guilliman's [Hand of Domination] splashed out a barrage of bullets, and the fallen betrayers and twisted demons fell in groups like wheat being cut...

The bodies of the betrayers piled up like mountains, and the blasphemous blood filled with the power of Chaos flowed freely like a stream.

But this was not enough to reverse the impending defeat.

Even though Guilliman was extremely brave, the [Lord of Ultramar] who was always unwilling to embrace the essence of the Warp... was at best just a powerful mortal.

And mortals, after all, have their limits.

In just a few dozen minutes, the number of enemies of the Empire slaughtered by the Emperor's own children and the Astartes had reached a terrifying five-digit number.

And such a brilliant record came at a heavy price.

Most of the warriors died in the glory of fighting side by side with the Father of Genes, and even Guilliman himself... was scarred by the siege of the enemies of the Empire.

The noble souls of the Emperor's children made the Chaos Demons salivate, and the Primarch's head aroused the greed of the betrayers.

Successfully beheading the Primarch means that they can get more favor from the gods!

For the betrayers, [Blessing] and [Ascension] have never been so close as today.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull!" A [Chosen of Khorne] driven by the rage of war roared a blasphemous oath.

This red monster was covered with an old blood-colored power armor. The double-headed eagle emblem that once carried the glory of the Empire had long been covered by a dazzling blood color.

But from the vaguely discernible legion logo, the Primarch still knew the identity of this monster.

The fallen [World Eater] was also a powerful Chosen of Khorne.

There is no doubt that Guilliman, who had awakened from his slumber, had been included in the category of "prey" by this betrayer.

"The descendants of Angron?" Guilliman's voice was full of disdain, "Hmph, just a group of madmen dominated by rage."

"Rage is a gift from the [God of Blood]!" The ugly face of the Chosen of Khorne was full of piety, "Guilliman! The era of the Primarch has ended! The future of the empire's destruction will eventually become a reality."

"And your head will be the best sacrifice to the [Brass Throne]."

The chainsaw axe wrapped in blood-red flames began to roar, and the Chosen of Khorne shouted the title of [Lord of Brass], leaped into the air and launched a powerful leap towards Guilliman.

This terrifying blow was enough to destroy a [Bane Blade] super-heavy tank.

But in response to the terrifying blow, the noble son of the Emperor just threw a punch lightly.

The [Hand of Domination], which was full of energy, made a dull roar, and in an instant, a milky white sonic boom cloud stretched across the battlefield.

No one could see Guilliman's movements clearly!

When the Chosen of Khorne came back to his senses from the roar of the sonic boom, the Primarch's iron fist had already reached the chest of the traitor.

A terrifying force comparable to a nuclear explosion suddenly burst out! The Chosen of Khorne didn't even have time to resist before the iron hand of the Emperor's own son pierced through his chest.

"Despicable traitor, repent for the crimes you have committed!"

Guilliman's pupils flashed a cold light, and the iron hand inserted into the chest of the Chosen of Khorne slowly closed... Easily crushed the heart filled with sin and killing.

A Chosen who was deeply favored by the [Blood God] fell.

But the fall of the Chosen of Khorne not only did not terrify the enemies of the Empire, but also aroused the ferocity of these traitors.

"No matter how powerful Guilliman is, he is only one person!" A [Thousand Sons] wizard waved the [Arcane Scepter] in his hand, "Cut off his head, and victory will eventually belong to the Sea of ​​Souls!"

The fallen betrayers swarmed like a tide! The wounded Astartes stood beside the Gene-Father, ready to give everything for the Empire and Guilliman.

The epic tragedy spread quietly, and every corner of the battlefield was filled with suffocating solemnity!

But at this moment, countless bright lights like meteors suddenly flashed at the end of the sky of Macragge.

The earth began to tremble at this moment!

Thousands of orbital drop pods, wrapped in the magnificent wrath of the Emperor, smashed hard on the heads of the betrayers and Chaos Demons.

More than six figures of the Empire's enemies were smashed into meat paste by the drop pods that fell from the sky! There were countless [Chaos believers] who were trampled to death in the chaos.

Before the despicable betrayers could react, the fully armed Astartes and the Imperial Guards swarmed out of the drop pods.

The divine punishment of the Lord of Mankind has come!

Through blood and death, the loyal warriors wantonly wielded the Emperor's fury! The roaring chainsaws dismembered the demon's body, and the burning bombs pierced the betrayer's chest...

Faced with the well-prepared Imperial warriors, the enemies of the Empire inevitably fell into a situation of retreat.

At this moment, the [Demonic Engine] hovering in the sky began to roar! !

These blasphemous Chaos creations tried to use the artillery fire filled with the power of the warp to launch a bombardment on the loyalists who had not yet established a defense line.