Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The night was as dark as ink, and the silence was cut by an extremely sharp scream. The sound was like a sharp blade piercing the darkness, awakening the sleeping night sky. In this deep and boundless darkness, a group of cunning and greedy gene stealers lurked like parasites. They approached silently and launched a sudden attack on the loyal imperial warriors.

These gene stealers, their figures loomed in the night, as mysterious as ghosts. There was a gleam of greed and cunning in their eyes, and sharp weapons in their hands. Every movement revealed their desire for genetic resources. The imperial warriors, they stood firm at their posts and were loyal to the empire. Facing this sudden attack, they were fearless and bravely faced the enemy.

In this battle between darkness and light, the courage and determination of the warriors burned like a raging fire. They used firm beliefs and tenacious will to fight fiercely with these gene stealers. Every swing of the sword, every block, shows their selfless dedication to the empire and homeland. And those Genestealers, cunningly moving in the darkness, trying to use their conspiracy and trickery to steal the precious genetic resources of the warriors.

On the dark battlefield, those monsters called Genestealers, their claws are like sharp blades, flowing with smelly green mucus, as if venom gushing out from the depths of hell. These huge monsters are like a disaster, each of them is like an out-of-control mud truck, violent and out of control. They roared, making deafening roars, and rushed towards the array of the Astartes fearlessly, like a raging torrent, destroying all obstacles. The Astartes were ready, facing this terrifying impact, they held their weapons tightly, ready to meet this cruel collision.

"Let these damn monsters feel the wrath of the Emperor," the think tank director looked stern, his voice full of unquestionable majesty. He tightly grasped the psychic scepter in his hand, swung his arm vigorously, and with a roar that seemed to hit the soul directly, the scepter hit the cold marble floor heavily. In an instant, a strong psychic fluctuation filled the air, and the dazzling psychic lightning flowed on the ground like a silver snake, flashing a dazzling light.

The lightning, like the wrath of an angry emperor, instantly illuminated the entire hall with supreme authority and power. The surrounding air seemed to be ignited, the temperature rose sharply, and a hot breath came to the face. The director of the think tank had a firm look in his eyes and a cold smile on his face. He knew that at this moment, those monsters who dared to challenge the majesty of the emperor would pay a heavy price.

Compared with the great power held by the imperial regent, the psychic lightning inspired by the director of the think tank seemed insignificant, like a star eclipsed in the vast starry sky. However, when looking at the huge warbands of the Empire from a macro perspective, we will find that despite this, the psychic power used by the think tank director is still amazing.

Among the many warbands known to the Empire, the psychic power of the think tank director is undoubtedly a unique landscape. He uses psychic lightning, like a ray of light in the darkness. Although this power cannot be compared with the great power of the Imperial Regent, the wisdom and courage it shows are enough to make countless people respect it.

Although the psychic lightning of the think tank director seems insignificant in front of the great power of the Imperial Regent, in the long history of the Imperial Warband, this power is still shocking and is an indispensable part of the glorious chapter of the Empire.

On the dim battlefield, psychic lightning like an angry dragon meanders on the rough ground, its light cuts through the night sky and illuminates everything around. When those pus-flowing gene stealers slowly approached, the air was filled with a disgusting stench, and the crackling psychic lightning was like an angry dragon, hitting these monsters without hesitation. Each strike of lightning made these monsters twist in pain, and their wails echoed in the night sky, as if telling of their fear and despair.

The power of psychic lightning was extremely huge, and it brought a breath of destruction, knocking down these gene stealers one by one. The monsters struggled and tried to escape from this deadly attack, but they could not resist the power of psychic lightning. In this thrilling battle, psychic lightning was like a messenger of justice, defending the peace of this land.

With each strike of psychic lightning, the gene stealers groaned in pain, their bodies were gradually scorched, and they exuded a disgusting burnt odor. This battle was like a feast of horror, which made people feel cold. However, in this terrifying atmosphere, one can also feel an unyielding force, which is the firm belief in fighting against evil and protecting justice.

In the deep universe, psychic lightning is like the most secret fear in the depths of the universe, and the terrifying power contained in it is extremely amazing. This power is strong enough to make a brave and fearless Astartes warrior lose the courage and dignity of life in an instant. When the destructive lightning pierced the darkness, the death energy it carried could make any living being tremble under its power, and those once indestructible Astartes warriors instantly vanished. In the face of this irresistible terrifying force, the fragility of life was fully exposed, and even the well-trained Astartes could not resist the death judgment brought by the psychic lightning.

However, for those strange gene stealers, they are a fusion of human and Zerg genes, making them an elusive monster. When facing this level of lightning attack, even the amazingly powerful lightning still seems a little powerless, as if it is a drop in the bucket, and it is difficult to completely defeat it.

Although the think tank director tried his best and used his ultimate attack, for these extremely powerful monsters, such an attack only left a tiny scar on their tough skin. These gene stealers have amazing recovery ability, just like those creatures with regenerative properties in nature. They can completely heal their injuries in just a few hours. Even after suffering a powerful blow from the think tank director, they can quickly recover their combat effectiveness, as if the fierce battle had never happened.

In the dark underground secret room, the psychic lightning rolling on the ground is like a brilliant silver snake, leaving dazzling light tracks in the air, which obviously angered the monsters lurking in the shadows. This group of monsters had been lurking in a quiet corner, waiting for the opportunity, but at this moment, they were angered by the powerful energy fluctuations and were restless and ready to move.

At this moment, the think tank director had just experienced a huge ceremony of releasing psychic energy with all his strength. He was exhausted and had not yet recovered from his weak state. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his eyes were closed, and his breath was weak. At this critical moment, the gene stealer patriarch hanging upside down on the ceiling seemed to feel an unprecedented provocation, and his eyes full of resentment stared at Astarte.

It let out a deafening roar, and the sound was like rolling thunder, echoing in the small space. This roar was full of anger and unyielding, as if venting the endless anger in its heart. Astarte felt this powerful anger, and he knew that a fierce battle was about to begin. At this critical moment of life and death, he must adjust his state as soon as possible to meet the upcoming challenge.

The leader of the Genestealers used his sharp claws to firmly fix his huge body on the smooth ceiling. This terrifying monster seemed to have extraordinary strength and a light body. Its huge body swayed in the air, as if it was walking on solid ground. It attacked the Librarian silently with a terrifying agility and speed, and its murderous eyes stared at the target, as if everything was under its control.

On the battlefield, the Librarian stepped forward. All he could do was to raise the psychic scepter in his hand. As a glorious Astartes, he knew his mission and glory. Even in the face of the threat of death, he was not afraid. He had only one firm belief in his heart - that is, at the last moment of his life, he would make the enemy deeply feel the wrath of the Emperor.

Facing the overwhelming enemies, he stood still, and the psychic scepter in his hand shone brightly, as if it was the roar of the empire, and also like the confrontation between light and darkness. As an Astartes warrior, he knew that he had a great responsibility, not only to defend the territory of the Empire, but also to protect the faith in his heart. Even at the last moment of his life, he would let the enemy see the majesty and anger of the Emperor.

In this cruel battle, he stood up like an indestructible barrier of the Empire. He raised the psychic scepter in his hand, his eyes were like torches, and he looked straight ahead. It was a fearless challenge to the enemy and a firm belief in victory. Even if his life was about to come to an end, he would let the enemy feel the wrath of the Emperor and make this wrath their eternal nightmare.

A strong and pungent stench came with the strong wind, making the think tank director frown. He widened his eyes and could clearly see the twisted and hideous face of the gene stealer patriarch, whose claws were like sharp blades, flashing a cold light. In this suffocating breath of death, eternal darkness seemed to be close at hand, which was chilling!

But at this critical moment, a dazzling red light cut through the darkness, and a chainsaw sword flashing with dazzling red light, like the power of thunder from the sky, resolutely blocked the path of the gene stealer patriarch. The red light from the sword body seemed to carry a blazing flame, instantly solidifying the surrounding air, making the originally tense and suffocating atmosphere even more solemn. A trace of astonishment flashed in the patriarch's eyes. His way was blocked by the sudden chainsaw sword, as if the god of fate had laid an insurmountable obstacle for him at a critical moment.

"Your opponent is me, damn bug!" The voice of the war band leader was full of uncontrollable anger, and the roar was like the roar of a beast, echoing in the dark and lightless silence, stirring up a depressing atmosphere. His words were like a sharp sword, piercing directly into the hearts of the uninvited guests, making them feel endless fear and despair in this endless darkness.

The Genestealer leader had sharp eyes and a keen intuition like a predator's sense of its prey. When he made eye contact with the towering giant in front of him, he immediately sensed a subtle but deadly danger from the other's calm aura. It was an indescribable feeling, as if an invisible sword was hanging over his head, ready to fall and end his life at any time.

Under the fierce attack of the warband leader, the patriarch of the Genestealers felt unprecedented pressure. Its deformed body began to tremble slightly, and it retreated slowly and cautiously, as if a cunning beast instinctively chose to retreat after sensing danger. However, this twisted monster did not intend to give up, nor did it want to escape from the battlefield. Every movement and every look of its eyes revealed an unfathomable cunning.

Every step it took back seemed extremely cautious, as if it was afraid of revealing any flaws in the turbulent battle. Its eyes, flashing green, locked tightly on the movements of the warband leader, trying to find a flaw that could be exploited. The purpose of this monster was obviously not to escape, so its real intention in doing so... was undoubtedly just to patiently look for a better time to attack.

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It seemed to know that in this cruel battle, only by seizing the most appropriate time could it give the opponent a fatal blow. Therefore, it waited in retreat and gathered strength in silence, like a quietly lurking cheetah, ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey at any time. The oppression of the Chapter Master did not make it despair, but aroused its deeper wildness. It was ready to launch the most violent attack at the moment when the Chapter Master was most relaxed.

Two centuries ago, I was alone and bravely challenged a huge and powerful Genestealer leader. It was a thrilling contest. Its body was even more burly than yours, and every attack contained the power to destroy everything. However, with my superb fighting skills and firm will, I finally defeated it and froze its greedy life forever at that moment.

And now, history seems to be repeating itself. You, standing in front of me, also have the arrogance and cunning, trying to challenge my authority. However, you don't know that what you did was already expected by me. Your fate will also fall into my hands, just like that of the Genestealer leader. In this decisive battle, I will prove my strength and wisdom once again, and let you know that the passage of time cannot erase my edge. "

The warband leader tightly grasped the chainsaw sword in his hand, and the deafening roar echoed on the battlefield, as if it was the roar of an ancient god of war. This chainsaw sword named "Baal's Wrath" is engraved with traces of time. It is not only a sharp weapon, but also carries a lost technology from the golden age, which has become a legend today.