Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

In the Legion of Sanguinius, every member deeply understands an iron law: that is the Black Rage, a mysterious and inexplicable phenomenon with irreversible characteristics. Once the Astartes warriors unfortunately fall into the Black Rage, their minds will be instantly devoured by ancient memories, as if they have traveled through time and space and returned to the turbulent era of the Horus Heresy ten thousand years ago. In that history, Sanguinius was an invincible leader, and at this moment, these warriors will firmly believe that they are the legendary hero, shouldering the same mission and glory. This belief is deeply rooted in their hearts and is difficult to shake, making them transform from ordinary Astartes to legendary warriors of that era, Sanguinius of the Horus Heresy.

In the eyes of those cold and ruthless Astartes, all living things around them are ruthlessly classified as enemies. Whether it is comrades who have fought side by side and experienced countless life and death tests together, or companions who have been with them for centuries, it is difficult to escape the fate of being judged as enemies. These Astartes seem to have lost their sense of comradeship, leaving only a cold killing instinct, seeing all living things around them as threats and attacking them mercilessly.

On the battlefield, the descendants of Sanguinius are known for their fearless courage and firm faith. However, some of them are driven by anger and hatred and fall into a state of black rage. This emotion is like a dark cloud, making it difficult for these warriors to distinguish between friends and enemies, and they may even accidentally hurt their comrades. In order to prevent such tragedies from happening, and to give these loyal warriors a glorious destination, most of the Blood Angels have taken a special measure.

They put those comrades who fell into black rage into a special organization called "Death Company". The establishment of this organization is not only an affirmation of the loyalty of these warriors in the past, but also to protect them and the safety of the entire army. In the Death Company, these warriors can vent their inner anger through fighting under strict supervision, and they also have the opportunity to find their own glorious death in battle.

Such an arrangement is both an affirmation of their previous fight for faith and a redemption for the mistakes they made on the battlefield. Although the warriors of the Death Company are in danger, they still have a desire for the Holy Light and concern for their allies in their hearts. Therefore, in the Death Company, they are not only travelers seeking self-salvation, but also indispensable warriors on the battlefield.

When a brave Astartes warrior steps into the ranks of the Death Company, their power armor will be covered with a dull black paint, which seems to indicate that they are about to reach the end of their lives. However, it is this last life that they will dedicate without reservation and offer the most loyal faith to the great Lord of Mankind and the Regent of the Empire. They will shoulder an arduous task, which is to clear all enemies who dare to block the Empire's progress on the battlefield and let the Imperial flag fly in the flames of war.

These Astartes warriors have a firm light in their eyes and their hearts are filled with endless loyalty to the Lord of Mankind and the Regent of the Empire. Wearing the dim black power armor, they seemed to be transformed into ghosts in the night, fearlessly shuttling through the battlefield, looking for enemies who dared to challenge the authority of the empire. Wherever their swords pointed, the enemy's doomsday was coming.

In the ranks of the Death Company, every Astartes warrior understood that his life no longer belonged to him, but to the great empire. They were willing to use their last life to give everything for the empire until their hearts stopped beating. This dim black color became a symbol of their bravery and the source of fear for the enemy.

When the warriors of the Death Company fought bravely on the battlefield, the dim black power armor on them seemed to announce to the world: The empire is invincible, and any enemy who dared to challenge the authority of the empire will feel endless fear and despair in this black. And the Astartes warriors will also use their lives to interpret their loyal belief in the Lord of Mankind and the Regent of the Empire.

In the glorious history of the Blood Angels, after six major changes and reorganizations, a unique sub-group, the "Cephallus", stood out in these transformations. This sub-group not only inherited the bravery and glory of the Blood Angels, but also had a unique organization, the Death Company. This unique organization enabled the Cherubim to show unparalleled combat effectiveness on the battlefield and became a terrifying existence for the enemy.

On the vast surface of the earth, the number of Tyranids airdropped by biological warships has far exceeded people's imagination! These terrifying Zerg creatures are as dense as dark clouds before a rainstorm, covering every corner of the field of vision. Their number has reached a terrifying level, which makes people change color and feel cold. On this land, the figure of the Tyranids is everywhere, as if an unstoppable disaster is about to come.

Far away outside the hive, the vast land was once covered with golden rice fields, like a huge golden brocade, shining brightly in the sun. However, now... all these beautiful scenes are gone, and only twisted insects are left raging on them. They are so rampant that they have destroyed the rice fields one by one. Those once thriving rice seedlings have now been eaten away by insects, leaving only withered and yellowed remains. A desolate scene comes into view.

Under the dark shadow of the hive, the loyal Imperial warriors can only rely on the defense line carefully constructed in advance to carry out arduous resistance. They are in the surging swarm of Zerg, like a lone boat in the vast ocean, isolated and helpless, but still grit their teeth and stick to their posts. In this cruel battle, they use their indomitable will and endless courage to struggle under the crazy attack of the hive, striving to win a glimmer of hope for the Empire. Although the road ahead is full of dangers, they have never retreated, vowing to defend their homeland and protect the Empire's territory from infringement.

Although the current situation has been tense to the point of being almost suffocating, whether it is the Grand Marshal sitting in the general's tent and planning, or the head of the regiment commanding at the front, they are very clear that what the Tyranids have shown is only a part of their huge power. The real offensive, like a beast lurking in the depths of the dark night, is approaching silently, and the fierce and cruel attack is far from coming. They knew that the next battle would be the real test.

In the exploration of distant planets, the ones who have now landed on that unknown surface are just a group of cannon fodders sent out to explore the way. They are responsible for finding the way for the follow-up teams, but they cannot enjoy glory and respect, and can only silently bear all the unknowns and dangers in an unfamiliar environment. Their existence is just to pave the way for those real explorers, even if they may never set foot on the way home.

In the huge population of the Tyranids, even those node creatures that have been given the lofty name of "Tyranid Warriors" are actually just slightly more advanced cannon fodder in the twisted ecosystem of the Zerg. Although these so-called warriors have relatively strong combat capabilities, their fate in the endless war machine of the Zerg still cannot escape the tragic ending of being sacrificed. What the Tyranids pursue is endless conquest and expansion, and these so-called warriors are just tools and sacrifices for them to achieve their goals. In this world full of killing and chaos, even the so-called strong can hardly escape the fate of becoming cannon fodder.

In the depths of the distant universe, a silent preparation for war is quietly unfolding. In order to welcome the high-level Zerg that have not yet landed on Earth, the Cherubim Chapter, which had been sleeping in the interstellar space, has awakened after a long time. However, facing this unknown threat, they did not act hastily, but chose to respond cautiously. Under strict monitoring and meticulous analysis, they temporarily held back to ensure that they could meet the challenge with the strongest attitude at the moment of decisive battle. The members of the Cherubim Chapter knew that only with full preparation can they be invincible in this interstellar life-and-death contest.

However, the strength of the Tyranid warriors has long surpassed the power of mortals. Their ferocity is like a storm, and the three-headed worm is like a messenger of death, threatening the defense line of the imperial warriors. In order to prevent the deadly worm from breaking through the indestructible defense line of the imperial warriors, the chapter leader knew that only those Astartes warriors with the blood of Sanguinius could be sent to compete with them.

These Astartes warriors, they are flowing with the power written by Sanguinius himself, and their genes contain endless courage and tenacity. They are the elite of the empire, the sword in the hands of the chapter leader. Whenever the empire faces a crisis, they always stand up and defend the glory of the empire. Therefore, the chapter leader ordered them to attack without hesitation to stop the crazy attack of the three-headed worm.

Those are the warriors who were ruthlessly incorporated into the "Death Company" by fate. They have been struggling on the edge of losing control for a long time. The chain of reason has long been broken, and the fragments of memory have become blurred. Deep in their hearts, they are full of frenzy and out-of-control souls. This fanatical power makes it difficult for them to form effective coordination and cooperation with their comrades around them - those fighting brothers who fight side by side. In their eyes, there is only endless fanaticism and desire for killing, rather than the tacit understanding and trust of fighting side by side in the past.

These warriors were originally brave and fearless members of the team, but after experiencing countless cruel battles, they wandered on the edge of life and death, and the defense line of their hearts gradually collapsed. Reason was ruthlessly eroded, and the jigsaw puzzle of memory gradually fell off, leaving only sporadic fragments. They were lost in madness, and the depths of their souls were devoured by the flames of fanaticism.

Such a state made them elusive on the battlefield and unable to form a strong cooperation with their comrades. Their existence was like a time bomb that could cause the collapse of the entire front at any time. Although these soldiers had the same mission, they were unable to establish the tacit understanding and trust they once had with their fighting brothers because of their inner frenzy. Their madness not only threatened the lives of the enemy, but also plunged themselves into endless loneliness and despair.

In order for this war to eventually win, we worked tirelessly day and night. This is not only a desire for victory, but also for those mortal warriors who fought desperately on the battlefield. They used their flesh and blood to build a solid barrier to defend their homeland. Every life sacrificed made us more determined to win, and also made us understand that the fruits of victory came from these ordinary and great warriors.

Under the deep night, the Astartes warriors who were ruthlessly incorporated into the Death Company by fate tightly grasped the roaring chainsaw swords in their hands, as if the sword could cut through the darkness and break the ruthless shackles of fate. They stood on the city wall hundreds of meters high, overlooking the bottomless darkness below, an abyss that even the moonlight could not touch. Then, without a moment of hesitation, they jumped down like a meteor breaking through the sky, launching a decisive attack on the unknown fate.

The jet backpack hidden under the power armor demonstrated its extraordinary power at this moment. Accompanied by a strong mechanical hum, the thruster in the backpack was instantly activated, and the extremely high-temperature gas surged out of the backpack's nozzle like a rolling wave, forming a powerful airflow. This scene seemed like a spectacular picture in a science fiction movie, breaking the tranquility in the quiet air and showing the amazing charm of technology.

In the hot air waves, the high-temperature gas was like an invisible palm, strongly pushing the Astartes' body. The reaction force surprisingly offset the horrific impact he endured during the fall. With the sharp and continuous hissing of the Zerg, four Astartes in power armor as black as night, like black lightning, cut through the sky and landed steadily on the vast land outside the Zerg hive. Their figures were looming in the dust, like ghosts in the night, quietly landing on this unknown land, ready to meet new challenges and journeys.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

When the Death Company warriors landed on the battlefield at lightning speed, the two surviving Tyranid warriors immediately felt an invisible threat. On their ugly and disgusting bodies, the compound eyes rotated like black crystal balls, keenly capturing every subtle movement around them. On this bloody battlefield, the two beasts quickly locked onto the four Astartes warriors, their eyes flashing with cruel light, as if they had foreseen the bloody slaughter that was to follow.

Faced with this sudden crisis, the four Astartes warriors also realized that they were locked by the two Tyranid warriors. They knew that a head-on confrontation with these cunning and brutal enemies would inevitably be a life-and-death battle. However, the Astartes warriors did not retreat, but instead aroused a more tenacious fighting spirit and prepared to face this cruel battle.