Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The white-robed state priests branded the [Mark of Purity] on the torpedoes; the mechanical priests holding scepters praised the great [God of All Machines] and [Primal Power] with ancient binary prayers.

The piercing alarm sounded in every corner of the warship!

The red [Warning Rune] was alive, jumping on the screen of every Thinker system...

At this moment, everything was silent!

The concentrated compound promethium that served as the "primer" was ignited by sparks, and the rapidly expanding gas blasted the [Bipolar Cyclone Torpedo] wrapped in death and destruction out of the bomb bay!

The destructive weapon, which was thousands of meters long, dragged a tail flame as dazzling as the sun! In the dead silence, it rushed straight to [Makrag].

The [Servo Skull] placed on the surface faithfully recorded the moment of the planet's destruction.

With a suffocating roar, the [melta warhead] carried on the front of the [Bipolar Cyclone Torpedo] heavily bombarded the land of Macragge.

The terrifying high temperature comparable to the core of the sun spread!

Within a radius of several kilometers, all plants, soil and even rocks were melted into a viscous liquid by this terrifying high temperature in an instant.

The [propulsion device] located at the tail of the torpedo provided a continuous source of power. The torpedo with the power of destruction penetrated the molten crust at an extremely alarming speed and drove towards the core of the planet in the boiling magma.

Then, there was a terrifying explosion that was enough to destroy a continent.

The shock wave generated by the explosion tore a huge crack on the core of [Macragge], and the molten mantle boiled in an instant.

The earth began to tremble!

The violently boiling mantle shattered the continental shelf that fixed the plate! In a boiling sea of ​​​​molten lava, the continental plate of Macragge began to drift at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The [Crown Mountains] with an altitude of several thousand meters were torn in half, and the [Hera Fortress] carrying the glory of Macragge slowly sank into the boiling magma and completely turned into ashes...

The tsunami of several thousand meters indiscriminately hit every corner of the planet's surface. Everything that the Empire had spent thousands of years to build was destroyed in just a few minutes.

Guilliman did not broadcast this sad [Extermination Order] to [Ultrastar], and the only witness of this destruction... was the Imperial fleet outside the planet's orbit.

Although he was prepared, looking at [Macragge] gradually disintegrating in the void, Guilliman's handsome face like a Roman sculpture still involuntarily emerged with deep sadness.

The pearl of [Ultrastar], the heart of [Ultramar Five Hundred Worlds], and the last place where the Empire's rationality remained, inevitably fell.

In this case, any words seem extremely pale and powerless.

[Imperial Regent] and [Raven King] patted Guilliman on the shoulder, and then left this space to the [Lord of Ultramar] who was filled with sorrow.

After a long dead silence, a chilling roar of fury came from the command cabin.

Facing Guilliman's venting punch, the alloy hatch that was tens of centimeters thick was as fragile as a wooden board!

Accompanied by a heart-shaking roar, dense fist marks instantly appeared on the hatch of the battleship.

The [Macragge] who carried rationality and beauty was dead!!!

The wreckage of the planet emitting dark red light was suspended calmly between the galaxies... The fall of a world was so lonely and dull.

...

Guilliman did not become as decadent as the Imperial Regent worried.

On the third day after the fall of [Macragge], the Primarch with a calm face appeared in front of the Imperial Regent as if nothing had happened.

Even though the [Chapter Motherworld] has fallen, the ancient and weakened human empire still needs the protection of the Emperor's own son.

What Guilliman needs to do now is to return to [Throneworld] Terra!

Reorganize the [Ultramarines] Legion, abolish the "Astartes Codex", rectify the bureaucracy throughout the empire, cut down the bloated government agencies, and weigh the intrigues of the nobles...

There are too many things that need Guilliman to deal with!

But in the face of a mountain of government affairs, the [Lord of Ultramar] did not show any resistance.

Playing political games is exactly what Guilliman is good at! And handling government affairs can also allow the Primarch to temporarily get out of the pain of the destruction of [Macragge].

Everything is ready!

The Imperial Fleet officially embarked on the journey back to Terra.

The roar of the warp engine resounded throughout this silent universe! Even though the [Blackstone Crown] on Macragge has been destroyed, the "curtain" blocking the sea of ​​souls has still been permanently weakened.

Almost at the moment the engine started, a warp crack with colorful light spanned the physical universe.

The [Navigator] immersed in the nutrient solution has observed the [Star Torch] shining like the sun.

Following the will of the Imperial Regent, the huge Imperial fleet slowly sailed into the [warp] filled with chaos and madness.

The turbulent [Sea of ​​Souls] is still full of dangers.

Since Gawain defeated the conspiracy of the Chaos Gods, every corner of the warp has been full of malice towards the Imperial Regent.

The existence of the Imperial Regent has made the Chaos Gods feel a little bit of pain.

The gods' attention to Gawain has even far exceeded the great rebellion [Horus] ten thousand years ago.

As usual, when the Imperial Fleet sailed into the Warp... the Chaos Gods cast their gazes at the Imperial Regent.

The crazy whispers of Slaanesh echoed in the Imperial Regent's mind!

But this corruption, which was enough to instantly degenerate the Astartes, could not have any effect on the [Golden Soul] of the Imperial Regent.

"Hermaphrodite! You only dare to do this little trick behind the scenes!!"

The ridicule of the Imperial Regent aroused the anger of the [Prince of Pleasure]! But all Slaanesh can do... is just a monotonous and impotent rage.

The cold sun containing the will of the [Emperor] has risen slowly in the depths of the sea of ​​souls.

Even the [Prince of Pleasure] who controls depravity and desire can never corrupt an Emperor's own son in front of the Lord of Mankind.

The [Legion of the Dead] led by the [Iron Hands] Primarch Ferrus Manus faithfully guards the Imperial Fleet!

Unless the Chaos Gods come in person, the lineup composed of [Cold Sun] and [Legion of the Dead] is enough to dominate the entire Soul Sea.

Thanks to the blessing of [Lord of Mankind], this warp voyage that lasted for several months did not cause any ripples.

The Imperial Fleet has arrived in the space area around [Throne World].

The bright light of [Star Torch], as bright as the sun, is clearly visible even in the crazy [Soul Sea].

"We have arrived at the set coordinates!" The slightly hoarse voice of [Navigator] suddenly sounded.