Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

On the battlefield full of dust and blood, a dull sound suddenly sounded, as if it was the alarm bell of fate, breaking the consciousness of the warband servant who had gradually fallen asleep. This respectable mortal, his body was like a broken flag, fluttering in the smoke and flames of war. He was in pain and fatigue, but his eyes were burning with unyielding flames. He struggled and came to the liquid nitrogen tank step by step.

This liquid nitrogen tank was like the last ray of hope for the warband servant. It stood there quietly, cold and silent, but full of the breath of life. The hands of the warband servant, those hands that once raised weapons and shed sweat and blood, now drooped powerlessly. His eyes were full of complexity, with pain, expectation, determination, and reluctance.

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He looked at the liquid nitrogen tank, as if he was looking at a brand new world, a world that could make him stand up again. He wanted to go in, but he was afraid to go in. He was afraid of the unknown world, but he was more afraid of giving up. He knew that he couldn't give up, he couldn't just fall down like that.

He raised his hand with difficulty and placed it on the door of the liquid nitrogen chamber. The cold touch made him tremble slightly, but he didn't retreat. He firmly pushed the door open and stepped in. At that moment, his body seemed to be frozen and ignited. He couldn't describe that feeling, but he knew that it was the feeling he hoped for, and it was the beginning of his new life.

In the shocked eyes of the warband servants, a red giant as majestic as a mountain range slowly emerged from the dark abyss. Its huge body seemed to support the entire sky, and every step it took made the earth tremble. The giant's skin was tightly stretched on the huge skeleton, and the muscle lines that flowed like lava shone dazzlingly in the sun.

The giant's eyes were like two burning fireballs, emitting a terrifying light, and its thick beard was like a red waterfall, fluttering in the wind. Behind it, there was a mighty team of Astartes warriors, wearing heavy armor and holding sharp weapons. The team of thousands of people was like a surging river, unstoppable.

These Astartes warriors had firm looks on their faces, and their eyes flashed with the desire for victory. Their armor flashed dazzlingly in the sun, and their weapons shone brightly in their hands. They followed behind the red giant, as if the river followed the sea, and their hearts were full of admiration for the giant and belief in victory.

This scene was like a magnificent painting, shocking. The majesty of the red giant and the firmness of the Astartes warriors together constituted the most magnificent scenery on this land.

The family of this servant has served the Cherubim for generations. Although the warriors of the Cherubim have been asleep for nearly a century, this young servant still heard about the glory of these sons of Sanguinius from his father.

His fathers were the most loyal servants of the Cherubim. Their lives revolved around the orders of the Cherubim, and they were proud of it. Although their days were full of hardships and challenges, they never backed down, because they knew that everything they did was for the Cherubim and the faith in their hearts.

The narration of the fathers always carried a deep reverence and awe. They told the glorious history of the Cherubim, their heroic deeds, and how they defeated the many with the few and the strong with the weak on the battlefield. Every victory they won was based on their wisdom and courage, and every battle they fought was their glory.

Although the warriors of the Cherubim are now asleep, their spirit still inspires everyone in this family, and their beliefs still guide the family forward. Although this young servant has not had the opportunity to serve the Cherubim in person, he knows that his responsibility is to inherit the will of his fathers, serve the Cherubim, and fight for their glory.

On the endless marginal planet, the young servant had the dream of becoming an Astarte. Astarte, that was the hero in his heart, the warriors with red ginseng exuding a chilling breath, and the warriors who were fearless on the battlefield. He longed to be like them, standing at the forefront of the battlefield and fighting to defend his homeland.

However, when the legendary Astarte really stood in front of him, the young mortal still fell into a deep tremor. He looked at the tall figure of the Astarte, felt the powerful breath he exuded, and his heart was full of awe and fear.

His eyes were full of desire for war and cherishment of peace. He knew that becoming an Astarte meant facing countless wars and deaths, and meant enduring endless pain and torture. But he also knew that only after experiencing these could he truly become an Astarte and a true warrior.

His eyes were full of firmness and determination. He knew that he still had a long way to go, and he still had a lot to learn and improve. But he also knew that as long as he persisted, as long as he did not give up, he would be able to realize his dream and become a real Astarte.

However, when he looked at the Astartes standing in front of him, his heart was still filled with awe and fear. He knew that he still had a long way to go and that he still had a lot to learn and improve. But he also knew that as long as he persisted and as long as he did not give up, he would be able to realize his dream and become a true Astartes.

In front of the Astartes who have been tempered in countless battlefields, the will of mortals seems so fragile that it seems to be broken at the slightest touch. They have gone through the test of life and death, forging an indestructible willpower and unparalleled combat effectiveness. In contrast, ordinary people are often easily shaken, retreated, or even gave up when faced with difficulties and challenges. This huge contrast makes people respect the Astartes, but also deeply feel their own insignificance.

The Astartes have been through hundreds of battles and have been tempered in the mountains of corpses and blood. Their will is as hard as steel. They grew up in the flames of war and have experienced countless tests of life and death, which made their will more determined and more tenacious. They showed extraordinary courage and determination in battle, which amazed the world. In contrast, mortals are often prone to succumb to pressure and unable to persist when faced with various difficulties in life. This difference makes people sigh that the existence of the Astartes seems to be to challenge the limits of human beings and show the power of human will.

The life and death tests experienced by the Astartes have sublimated their will. In their eyes, life and death are like passing clouds and smoke. They no longer fear death, but regard life as a precious treasure and cherish every chance of survival. It is this awe of life that makes them more courageous and fearless in battle. In contrast, mortals tend to panic and cannot remain calm when facing life and death. This difference once again highlights the strong willpower of the Astartes.

In short, in front of the Astartes, the will of mortals seems so insignificant. Their tenacity, bravery and determination let us see the power of human will, and also let us understand that only through tempering can we forge a true strong man.

"Did you wake us up?" Raphael, the commander of the Cherubim, cast his eyes on the mortal, with a hint of confusion and surprise in his eyes. The face of the mortal seemed to have left a deep impression in his memory, and the familiarity surged into his heart like a tide.

Raphael, the commander of the Raphael, looked at the mortal, trying to find familiar traces from his facial features. There was a gleam of thinking in his eyes, as if he was recalling a forgotten history. He was curious about who this mortal was and why his face looked so familiar to him.

The Chapter Master was troubled by an inexplicable emotion and tried to sort out his thoughts. The images in his memory flashed in his mind like broken fragments. He tried to recall and find the answer, but the familiarity was as elusive as a stone.

Chapter Master Raphael looked at this mortal with expectation in his eyes. He hoped to find the answer from the mortal's answer and solve the mystery in his heart. He was curious about the identity of this mortal and confused about why he felt familiar with him.

Raphael thought for a moment, and his eyes revealed a deep wisdom, as if he was recalling that distant history. "Are you Dalaran?" There was a slight tremor in his voice.

Great Astartes, Dalaran is my grandfather. This is the belief deep in the heart of the Chapter Servant and the principle he has always adhered to. Although his body had been numbed by fatigue and pain, he still firmly saluted to this group of respectable Astartes, expressing his respect and admiration for them.

The experience of this chapter servant can be described as ups and downs. He has experienced countless battles and tests, and he has made great efforts and sacrifices. Despite his humble status, he has never given up his loyalty and faith.

This group of respectable Astartes is the hero in the heart of the chapter servant. Their bravery and determination make the chapter servant deeply admire. He knows that only by learning from them can he become a true guardian.

In this challenging and dangerous world, the chapter servant knows his mission and responsibility. He must take Dalaran as his faith, stick to his original intention, and keep moving forward.

The story of the chapter servant is a story about loyalty, faith and courage. His experience has inspired countless people to work hard for a common goal. He firmly believes that as long as there is faith in their hearts, there is the power to overcome all difficulties.

"Has it been so long since we fell asleep?" Raphael was slightly stunned, and his eyes revealed a hint of doubt and surprise. In his memory, they were once so powerful and controlled the fate of the world, but in a sudden disaster, they had to sleep and wait for hope in the future.

He turned his head and looked at the young man, the hope of the future that his father had told him. He saw that the young man's eyes were full of firmness and determination, and he saw the young man's expectations of him. He knew that his fathers had told him that they should not be awakened from their slumber without a crisis. This was their trust in him and their expectations of him.

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However, the current situation is obviously not the case. He knew that they could not continue to sleep. They must wake up and face reality. He knew that this would be a difficult battle and they might lose everything, but he also knew that only in this way could they find new hope and a new future.

He took a deep breath, and then he said to the young man: "Then your fathers should have told you that we should not be awakened from our slumber without a crisis. But now, we must wake up and we must face this world."

"So, what kind of crisis is Taravina facing now?" Raphael's voice was solemn, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were flashing with worry. It was his long experience as a guardian that made him highly alert to any possible threats. Is he asking, or is he guessing, or maybe both.

"Could it be that those damn greenskins have once again set foot on the sacred land of the Emperor?" His words were full of disdain and anger, which was a deep hatred for the enemy and a commitment to the responsibility of guarding Taravina. The greenskins, a low-level creature, have invaded the Emperor's land many times. Their existence is a challenge to the Emperor's authority and a provocation to the guardians of Taravina. "

In the distant sea of ​​stars, the Cherubim were sent by the heavens to this mysterious and unknown planet with a sacred mission. They were dressed in silver-white armor, holding sharp swords, and wearing cloaks representing holiness on their shoulders. They were the sons of Sanguinius, known for their bravery and loyalty.

They came to maintain the peace and order of the universe and protect innocent lives from the invasion of evil forces. Not long after they landed on the planet, a ferocious group of orc pirates quietly approached. These orc pirates, known for their brutality and greed, are the cancer of the universe, burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.

Faced with this group of vicious enemies, the Cherubim were not afraid. They turned their faith into strength, their love into weapons, and took it as their responsibility to protect the tranquility of the planet. In a fierce battle, they relied on their superb combat skills and determination. 's will, successfully annihilated this group of orc pirates. This victory not only demonstrated the bravery and fearlessness of the Sons of Sanguinius, but also demonstrated their determination to defend justice.

After this battle, the Cherubim Warband won a high reputation on this planet. The creatures on the planet were grateful for their salvation, regarded them as heroes, and praised their bravery and kindness. The Cherubim Warband continued to uphold their holy mission, patrolling between the stars and working hard for the peace and prosperity of the universe.

Orcs, this is a race with tenacious vitality, and their tenacity is far greater than the common cockroaches. It is precisely because of this trait of theirs that people have to be full of curiosity and awe about their future. After all, who knows? Maybe a century later, they will come back in an unexpected way.