Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

"Squeak!!!"

Under the cover of the night, a hoarse and sinister roar broke through the silent night sky, like a sharp blade piercing the calm lake. This roar, like a roar from the abyss, instantly made the already extremely turbulent Zerg tide even more restless. The Zerg swarms began to rush around frantically like angry beasts, with ferocious light flashing in their eyes, and the whole scene seemed extremely terrifying and desperate. The Zerg tide, which was originally slightly orderly, completely lost control under the impact of this roar, as if a doomsday feast was about to be staged.

Under the deep night, those node creatures at the top of the food chain waved their pheromone tentacles and issued ruthless orders. As a result, tens of thousands of low-level Zergs gathered into a surging black tide as if being pulled by invisible hands. They were densely packed and crowded with each other, as if a force from the depths of darkness was driving them to sweep towards those Sons of Sanguinius who adhered to their faith and were loyal. These Zergs, like dark clouds in the night sky, obscured the light and brought a haze of death and destruction. The Sons of Sanguinius, facing this sudden attack, showed no fear. They held the sword of faith tightly in their hands, ready to face this cruel test.

In the iron forest-like nest city, the resolute figure of the war leader stood side by side with the Grand Marshal of the Death Legion. They stood on the highest observation deck in the city. Here, mortals and Astartes stood side by side, as if forgetting the boundaries between each other, watching the war that almost had no suspense. The sunlight shone through the towering buildings, dappled on their faces, reflecting the firm and deep light in their eyes.

The war leader held the sword tightly in his hand, and the sword reflected the dazzling light. His eyes were as cold and firm as ice. The Grand Marshal of the Death Legion looked calm, with an upright posture and a calm face, as if everything was under control. Behind them were countless soldiers and mechanical warriors, who were silent and ready to fight in this life-or-death war.

On this battlefield of steel and fire, the armies of both sides had been fighting fiercely for several days. However, as the powerful strength of the Death Legion gradually emerged, the outcome of the war had become increasingly clear. Despite this, the Chapter Master and the Grand Marshal of the Death Legion remained vigilant, knowing well the cruelty and unpredictability of war.

At this moment, they stood at the highest point of the Hive City, overlooking the land devastated by war, with both a desire for victory and worries about the future. In this war with almost no suspense, they represented not only two armies, but also the collision and confrontation of two worlds.

The Chapter Master frowned, and a trace of imperceptible worry flashed in his eyes. He knew that no matter whether this war was won or lost, it would bring deep trauma to the Hive City. The Grand Marshal of the Death Legion smiled, as if he had foreseen the dawn of victory.

On this battlefield, whether mortals or Astartes, their fates were closely linked. They fought side by side and faced this cruel war together, for honor, for faith, and for everything they held on to in their hearts.

In a few fleeting minutes, the four brave Death Company warriors showed amazing combat effectiveness. They cooperated tacitly and moved swiftly, successfully killing a fierce Tyranid warrior. At the same time, another Tyranid warrior also painfully removed an arm under their fierce attack, losing his combat ability. It was only a matter of time before he completely fell. Although the current situation is that four warriors are against two Tyranid warriors, it seems to have an advantage, but it must be mentioned that the enemy is not an easy one, but the Zerg that makes the whole galaxy feel fear. Faced with such a strong enemy, the four warriors did not dare to take it lightly. They knew that every moment of slackness could bring irreversible consequences.

In the vortex of fierce fighting, in order to completely kill these two twisted Tyranid warriors, the Astartes of the Death Company fought a desperate fight. In this cruel battle, they paid a heavy price. A brave Death Company warrior stood up to the fierce attack of the Tyranid warriors without fear. However, he was not able to escape unscathed under the ruthless swing of the Tyranid warriors. The sharp blade pierced his chest and sank deep until the light of his life gradually extinguished.

In the chest of this warrior, there was a strong and brave heart hidden, which was the last line of defense of the Astartes warriors. However, under the cruel cutting of the Tyranid warriors, this heart was also ruthlessly cut in half. The spark of life was extinguished at this moment, but his sacrifice inspired the fighting spirit of other Astartes. They vowed to avenge their comrades and completely defeat the two twisted Tyranid warriors. In this battle of blood and fire, the Astartes of the Death Company wrote an unyielding legend with their lives and blood.

In the body of the Astartes warriors who have undergone precise surgical transformation, the unique design allows them to have two strong hearts, which work together to maintain the vitality of life. Even if one of their hearts is severely damaged, the pain of the broken heart is unbearable, but it is not enough to make the Astartes bid farewell to this world completely. However, even so, the damaged heart will still greatly weaken their fighting power. In this battlefield full of chaos and despair, every warrior faces a cruel test, and the Astartes who lose their fighting power will inevitably die.

On this battlefield, every gunshot and every sword swing is related to the survival of the soldiers. The Astartes know that although the damage to a heart will not cause them to fall immediately, the decline in combat power makes them more vulnerable in front of the enemy. In this land full of killing, any small mistake may lead to the end of life. Therefore, they must go all out in every battle and try their best to maintain their combat effectiveness, so as not to become victims in this desperate battlefield.

In this cruel war environment, the Astartes have learned to endure pain. They endure the pain caused by heart damage with firm beliefs and unyielding will. However, even with two hearts, they are not completely immune to the damage in battle. In this chaotic and desperate battlefield, losing combat effectiveness means the end of life. The Astartes must always remind themselves, stay vigilant, and go all out to survive this life-and-death contest.

The Tyranid warrior's long sword was like a deadly claw, piercing the chest armor of the Son of Sanguinius. The sharp blade scratched the metal, making a heart-pounding and piercing sound. The air was filled with tiny sickle insects. These bloodthirsty creatures seemed to smell the breath of death. They excitedly vibrated their wings and rushed to the gap of the Astartes power armor like black smoke. They keenly sensed the temptation of blood. The bright red liquid was like a deadly poison, attracting their endless hunger. In this cruel battle, the life-and-death contest between the Tyranid warrior and the Son of Sanguinius seemed to have a doomed outcome.

Countless tiny insects, like messengers sent by the devil, flowed silently along the blood of the Astartes, covering every corner of his body. The feeling of thousands of insects biting his flesh together was like endless pain from hell, tearing at every nerve in him. However, this loyal Astarte, facing this inhuman torture, never succumbed to the pain from beginning to end.

In this endless pain, his body was bitten by insects, as if every inch of his skin was telling him that giving up was the only option. However, his heart was like an indestructible fortress, resisting the invasion of pain. It was the firmness of faith and the persistence of mission that allowed him to keep a clear mind in the hellish torture.

The bites of insects became more and more intense, as if they were trying to defeat the will of this Astarte. But no matter how the pain intensified, he did not let the pain defeat himself. There was a firm light in his eyes, which was the desire for victory and the expectation for the future. He firmly believed that as long as he persisted, he could overcome this endless pain and complete his mission.

In this battle with pain, this Astarte showed tenacious perseverance and firm belief. His story, like his blood, flows on this land, inspiring more people and letting them understand that in the adversity of life, only by persistence can we see the light of hope.

Even at the last moment of his life, this brave warrior still stood firm at his post. He held the chainsaw sword tightly in his hand and faced the swarming insects with a firm look. In the sea of ​​insects, he swung the chainsaw sword vigorously, and every swing brought a blood flower, chopping tens of thousands of insects. The sword light was like lightning, and the remains of the insects were flying everywhere. He was not afraid, and there was only one belief in his heart: to defend his homeland.

Until the last bit of strength was exhausted, the loyal warrior slowly slowed down his movements. His body began to tremble, and sweat and blood intertwined and slid down his cheeks. However, his eyes were still firm.

Finally, at the last moment of his life, he slowly and slowly collapsed to the ground. The chainsaw sword that had once been invincible for him also quietly slid to the ground. The surrounding insects seemed to feel his breath and retreated one after another, as if to pay tribute to him. Although this warrior fell, his spirit will always stand on this land and become a hero praised by future generations.

The Astartes' power armor was stained with the blood of the Tyranid warriors. The thick liquid was like a cruel witness of war, reflecting a life-and-death contest between the stars. The pheromones contained in these bloods carried an unspeakable threat and fear. They were like invisible signals, spreading over the battlefield, making the low-level Zergs all over the battlefield feel fearful. Those Zergs, who had been rampant on the battlefield, did not dare to approach the remains of the Space Marines at this moment, as if some deadly traps were hidden in those remains, so that they could only watch from afar and could not touch them. The majesty of the Space Marines was most profoundly demonstrated on this bloody battlefield.

This may be the last mercy of the Lord of Mankind for these loyal warriors! In the long night, they stayed at their posts, fearlessly faced many difficulties, and endured invisible pressure and challenges. It was this deep compassion, like a ray of light in the dark night, that warmed their tired hearts and gave them the strength to move forward.

Perhaps this is the most gentle comfort from fate, allowing them to feel a glimmer of humanity in a turbulent world. These loyal warriors, at the cost of their lives, guard the hope and future of mankind, and this mercy is the Lord of Humanity's deepest respect and highest reward for them. In the hearts of the warriors, this mercy turns into an invisible force that supports them to keep moving forward until the last moment.

Although the Astartes warriors who fell into the Black Rage state showed amazing strength and might, and their awesome fighting power seemed to be enough to sweep away thousands of troops, they were still carbon-based creatures with flesh and blood. Although the Astartes warriors had a different body structure from ordinary people, with two hearts and three lungs, which made them far superior to ordinary humans in terms of endurance and fighting power, their abilities were not without limits.

Although these Astartes warriors had undergone rigorous training and biological transformation, which made their physiological functions reach the extreme, they were still subject to the limitations of the flesh in essence. Their muscles, bones, nerves, and every inch of skin were still fragile life forms composed of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen and other elements. Even in the Black Rage state, their strength and endurance were greatly improved, but those battles that exceeded the limits of ordinary people were still constantly testing their physical endurance.

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

No matter how invincible the Astartes warriors were on the battlefield, they always had their limits. Their bodies, like a precision machine, can withstand tremendous pressure and impact, but they will eventually become tired and worn out. In the endless battles and killings, even these seemingly indestructible warriors will inevitably encounter extreme challenges.

Facing the swarm of insects that surged like a tide, and falling into the black fury of despair and anger, the Astartes warriors bravely fought until the last moment of their lives. In this cruel contest, the four Astartes warriors, with their indomitable will and amazing fighting power, single-handedly blocked the attack of the swarm for half an hour.

Their figures stood tall in the swarm of insects like four indestructible fortresses. Every swing of the sword and every shot showed their determination to fight the swarm to the end. In this long half an hour, they were under tremendous pressure, facing the endless attacks of the swarm and overcoming their inner fear and fatigue.

However, they did not retreat, but instead inspired a stronger will to fight. At this critical moment, the four Astartes warriors worked closely together, supported each other, and defended the dignity and honor of mankind with their lives. Their heroic performance bought precious time for the follow-up troops and brought a turning point to the entire battle situation.