Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The members of the Glory Guard have firm eyes and strong faces. They are not without fear, but their faith allows them to transcend the limitations of ordinary people. They know that every action and every charge may be the end of their lives, but they still choose this path without hesitation.

In this silent battlefield, in the internal communication of Astartes, the voice of the Chapter Master became their only guide. That voice inspired them and encouraged them, allowing them to find light in the darkness and hope in despair. The warriors of the Glory Guard are ready. For the Lord of Mankind, they will bravely go to the battlefield until the last moment.

Carrying the glory of the Chapter, which is a glory that has gone through countless battles and condensed the blood and sweat of countless comrades, the warriors of the Cherubim Chapter have a firm and unyielding faith in their eyes. At this moment, they took firm steps, and their figures gradually disappeared into the abyss of darkness, as if they were integrated into the curtain of the night, leaving only a firm back and endless reverie.

In the depths of darkness, the wind was weeping, as if telling of their past glory and tragedy. However, the members of the Cherubim had only the glory of the Cherubim and the desire for victory in their hearts, and no difficulties or obstacles could stop them from moving forward. Their faith, like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminated the way forward and guided them to keep moving forward until they defeated the darkness and saw the light again.

This pipeline area, which had been sleeping for more than two thousand years, was filled with a suffocating silence. Except for the occasional harsh sizzling sound of high-voltage current passing through, only the heavy footsteps of the Astartes echoed around. These footsteps seemed to stir up dust in the ancient space and awaken the sleeping ghosts. The surrounding steel structures were eroded by the years and covered with mottled rust, and every step they took seemed to announce to this silent history.

The Astartes embarked on this seemingly peaceful road forward, but under this peaceful appearance, every shadow seemed to hide malicious monsters. They remained alert, knowing that this calm was only a temporary illusion. After the Cherubim had struggled forward in the darkness for about half an hour, the loyal Astartes finally encountered the first batch of enemies.

The monsters emerged silently from the shadows, their eyes flashing with cunning and cruelty, as if ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey at any time. The Astartes held their weapons tightly and looked around nervously. Their heartbeats accelerated at this moment, but their eyes were full of determination and fearlessness.

The Cherubim reacted quickly, their fighting skills were as flexible as lightning in the dark, and every swing of the sword was deadly. However, these monsters did not seem to retreat easily. They showed amazing cunning and strength in the battle, forcing the Astartes to deal with them more carefully.

In this dark battlefield, the loyalty and courage of the Astartes were severely tested. They knew that this was just the beginning, and the road ahead was still long, with more challenges and dangers waiting for them. But they had a firm belief in their hearts, that is, no matter what, they must complete their mission and protect this land from the invasion of evil.

Under the dim light, their figures appear slightly strong, and their appearance is no different from that of ordinary adults. However, at this critical moment of the Zerg invasion, this desolate and dangerous pipeline area, which should have been a forbidden area that no one dared to approach, unexpectedly appeared this group of seemingly ordinary humans. Their existence, at this critical moment, seems particularly abrupt and inappropriate. The area that should have been empty and uninhabited, now has these uninvited guests, which makes people wonder what secrets and missions are hidden behind them.

Combined with the characteristics of these "human" bald heads, the strange aura they exude makes people suspicious. These guys, although not good-looking, carry an indescribable weirdness. Their appearance does not seem to be accidental, but the product of some kind of premeditated plan. Upon closer observation, it is not difficult to find that they should be unclean creatures born from the marriage between gene stealers and humans. These unclean creatures are not only very different from ordinary people in appearance, but their behavior also reveals an unusual cunning and evil. Their existence is undoubtedly a blasphemy against the pure blood of mankind, which makes people shudder.

When facing those monsters with human blood, the Astartes of the Cherubim did not show any mercy. His eyes were firm and cold, as if he was looking at a group of hateful aliens. In this cruel battle, there was no wavering in his heart, only unswerving determination and sense of mission.

In this barren land, those monsters raged, bringing endless destruction and disaster. However, Astartes did not sympathize with their tragic experience. He knew that the existence of these monsters was a serious threat to human civilization and order. Therefore, he must use iron-blooded means to completely eradicate these monsters in order to defend the dignity and future of mankind.

In this fierce battle, the Astartes showed unparalleled courage and strength. Wherever their swords pointed, the monsters were like candles in the wind, extinguished in an instant. Although these monsters have human blood flowing in their bodies, in the eyes of the Astartes, they have completely lost their humanity and have become enemies that must be eliminated.

In this brutal battle, the Astartes showed no mercy. They had only one mission in their hearts, which was to completely eradicate all the evil for the future of mankind. On this battlefield, his figure was like a flash of lightning, invincible and fearless.

The angels of death knew that although these guys looked the same as humans, the object of their loyalty in their hearts was the hive mind that intended to drag the entire human empire into the abyss of destruction. Those hive minds were like stinging insects lurking in the dark, quietly eroding the hope and future of mankind, and these guys were the messengers they sent.

They wore human cloaks, but they hid the seeds of betrayal. The angels of death were always alert, and every move and every look of these guys revealed their absolute loyalty to the hive mind. In this invisible war, the human empire is facing an unprecedented crisis, and these guys are the source of the crisis.

The angels of death knew that in order to prevent this disaster, they must uncover the disguise of these guys and expose the hive mind behind them. Only in this way can the human empire be saved from the abyss of destruction and regain light and hope. Therefore, they mercilessly hunted down these betrayers and paid the price of their lives to protect the future of mankind.

The two sides were originally enemies who were irreconcilable. The relationship between them had long been frozen by hatred, and the irreconcilable contradictions made their confrontation more acute. And these filthy monsters have become an insurmountable obstacle, lying in the way of the Astartes, forcing them to stop and prepare for a fierce battle. In this battle, the Astartes will completely eliminate these enemies who block their way at all costs to ensure that their mission is successfully completed.

Under the resolute command of the Chapter Master, the Astartes warriors wearing heavy armor, with endless loyalty to the Empire, resolutely launched a fierce offensive against the group of filthy monsters. The weapons in their hands, like the embodiment of the Emperor's anger, poured out a stream of blazing anger, illuminating every corner of the darkness and devouring these evil beings one by one. In this battle, the courage and strength of the Astartes demonstrated the glory and majesty of the Empire, making the Emperor's wrath burn even more vigorously on this battlefield.

The sharp cutting sound of the chainswords and the roar of the grenade launchers echoed in the dead silence of the darkness. Every symphony of metal and gunpowder was like a hymn of death, cruelly revealing a silent battle. On this battlefield shrouded in shadows, every roar meant that a monster was ruthlessly torn into pieces under the siege of the angry Astartes warriors. There was a resolute light flashing in their eyes, and the chainswords and grenade launchers in their hands were like weapons of revenge, erasing these evil existences from this world. In this silent darkness, the wrath of the Astartes raged like a storm, and no monster could escape their sanctions.

In this fierce battle, although the so-called Genestealers appeared in huge numbers, forming a suffocating black ocean, in terms of strength, these Genestealers were extremely fragile. All they had were extremely basic equipment, which was both crude and primitive, forming a sharp contrast with their numerical advantage. Despite this, they still tried to win the battle with their amazing fertility and courage to sacrifice.

Facing the heavy ceramic power armor on the Astartes, the Genestealers could not cause any substantial damage to them even with sophisticated weapons. Those armors were like an indestructible fortress, protecting the Astartes tightly, making the Genestealers' attacks seem futile. Every shot and every slash could not penetrate the solid protection, but instead aroused more anger and helplessness. In this contest of great disparity in power, the Genestealers gradually realized that the equipment they had was like child's play in front of this heavy ceramic power armor.

In a short and tense time, no more than ten minutes, a group of thousands of Genestealers encountered the heroic command of the Cherubim Chapter Master and the ruthless attack of the Glory Guard. Their bodies were like porcelain crushed by ruthless hands, instantly turning into pieces, emitting a thrilling breath of death. The intensity of this battle was jaw-dropping, and the powerful strength of the Cherubim and the Glory Guard was fully demonstrated at this moment.

The appearance of the Genestealer instantly filled the face of the Chapter Master with solemnity. Although the Genestealer that appeared in this fierce battle seemed extremely weak, it seemed that it could be defeated with just a light blow. However, the Chapter Master knew that all this was just an appearance. He knew very well that the truly powerful monsters were still lurking in this deep darkness, waiting for the best opportunity to launch a fatal blow.

The Chapter Master's eyes were firm, locking onto the Genestealer, but his heart was like a raging sea. He knew that this seemingly weak enemy was just the tip of the iceberg. In the depths of this darkness, there were even more terrifying existences hidden, and those monsters were their real challenge.

He held the weapon tightly in his hand, his muscles tensed, his nerves tense, as if he had sensed the dangerous breath lurking in the darkness. The warband leader knew that he and his comrades must always remain vigilant and not relax at all, otherwise, they would pay the price with their lives.

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If a gene stealer leader appears among the species that are good at plundering others' genes, then the Chapter Leader and his honored and loyal guards will inevitably face an unprecedented severe test. This war will be a contest full of cruelty and wisdom. The Chapter Leader must mobilize all available resources and use strategies and wisdom to compete with the gene stealer leader on the battlefield of blood and fire. On this long road of conquest, the Honor Guard will be his most steadfast backing to jointly resist this unprecedented challenge.

At the critical moment when the Cherubim were about to enter the pipeline area, the think tank curator of the Chapter held a mysterious psychic prophecy ceremony in advance. He was well aware of the importance and potential risks of this operation, so he used his extraordinary abilities to try to see into the future and provide valuable guidance and warnings to the team. On this quiet night, the curator closed his eyes and began this psychic prophecy about life and death in a deep voice.

Although the director of the human think tank has extraordinary foresight, this ability seems powerless under the powerful influence of the hive mind. The hive mind has long been like a huge network, quietly infiltrating and covering every corner of the entire planet. Under this ubiquitous interference, the director of the think tank tried to make an accurate prediction for this action, but unfortunately found that his foresight was unprecedentedly challenged. The originally clear information became blurred, as if it was cleverly obscured by the hive mind, making it impossible for him to give a definite prediction result.

Although the surrounding environment is full of chaos and uncertainty, the director of the think tank's unparalleled psychic power still allows him to glimpse a corner of the future in this foggy prophecy. In the broken and incomplete future picture, the director saw a heartbreaking scene-a pile of broken corpses scattered on an unknown and desolate battlefield. Each corpse seemed to be silently telling the past battles and sacrifices, making people feel a kind of sadness and helplessness deep in their bones. Although this is only a moment in the future, it is enough to make the think tank director feel heavy-hearted and filled with endless worries about the impending fate.