Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

There are countless secrets hidden on the blade of Baal's Wrath. It seems to be able to mobilize the surrounding air to form invisible barriers, turning the enemy's attacks into invisible. When the Chapter Master wields this chainsaw sword, the gears and chains on the sword seem to be given life, rotating at a very high speed, making a heart-pounding roar.

The mysterious power of this lost technology makes Baal's Wrath an indestructible weapon on the battlefield. Every swing seems to evoke the glory and passion of the warriors of the Golden Age, making the Chapter Master appear more powerful and fearless in front of the enemy. And in this deafening roar, the power contained in Baal's Wrath has also become the unyielding belief in the heart of the Chapter Master.

Driven by the mysterious power of lost technology, the blade of this chainsaw sword contains a unique ability that can stimulate powerful energy similar to the decomposition of the stand! This power seems to come from ancient magic, which is amazing. When the blade is swung, the decomposition force it releases can instantly decompose all obstacles, whether it is hard rock or solid armor, it is difficult to resist its sharp edge. This chain saw sword is undoubtedly a precious legacy left by lost technology, allowing people to re-witness the magical power in ancient mythology on the modern battlefield.

At that moment, no matter whether it is metal as hard as iron or silk as flexible as water, once it touches the edge of the chain saw sword blade, it will instantly encounter an irresistible decomposition force field. This force field is so powerful that it seems to have a mysterious power to see through the essence of all things, decomposing all matter into the most basic tiny particles. Whether it is a carrier of life or an inanimate object, in front of this decomposition force field, they are all turned into atomic dust without exception, losing their original form and meaning.

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Although the Genestealer Patriarch has an unimaginable tenacious vitality, as if he can survive no matter what kind of blow he suffers, when his huge body is ruthlessly decomposed into countless tiny particles, even this distorted and terrifying monster cannot escape the clutches of death. In the vastness of the microscopic world, each particle carries its former glory and fear, and now, these particles are like broken dreams, announcing the end of its life. Death, in a cold and irresistible way, descended on this once terrifying monster.

Given the mysterious power of the hive will, the Genestealer Patriarch seems to have some kind of extraordinary intuition, allowing him to instinctively avoid the sharp blade of the warband leader on the battlefield. However, no matter how sharp this instinct is, a beast is still a beast, and that kind of beast-like fighting instinct can never be compared with the rich combat experience accumulated by the Astartes over the centuries.

Under the fierce attack of the Chapter, the Genestealer Chief quickly dodged the threat of the sword with the unique instinct given by the Hive Mind. His movements were agile and quick, as if his innate fighting instinct was guiding him. However, despite his best efforts, he still could not completely avoid the attack of the Chapter Chief. Because on this battlefield, every Astartes warrior has experienced countless life and death tests, and their combat experience is like a deep ocean, vast and unpredictable.

Those beast-like fighting instincts can allow the Genestealer Chief to escape from danger at certain moments, but in front of the Astartes' superb swordsmanship, these instincts seem so fragile and powerless. Every sword move and every step reveals the centuries of sharpening and training of the Astartes warriors. In this battle, no matter how hard the Genestealer Chief struggled, he could not get rid of the siege and suppression of the Astartes warriors.

Despite the fierce confrontation with the Genestealer Chief, the battlefield was frightening, but the Chapter Chief still showed unparalleled courage and determination. In that thrilling battle, he fearlessly fought a life-and-death struggle with the enemy. At the critical moment, the Chapter Master paid the heavy price of his arm, and with his firm will and amazing strength, he successfully inserted the "Wrath of Baal" containing a powerful decomposition field deep into the chest of the Genestealer Chieftain.

When the blade lightly touched the flesh and blood of the Genestealer Chieftain, at that moment, it seemed as if time had frozen. The decomposition force field that instantly surged on the blade was as fierce as a storm, and immediately began to ruthlessly decompose the flesh and blood of this monster. The decomposition force field was like an invisible claw, ruthlessly tearing the chieftain's flesh and transforming it into countless tiny particles.

In just a few seconds, the awe-inspiring Genestealer Chieftain, his huge body, was like an unshakable mountain. However, in this brief moment, an extremely hideous scar, like the claws of an evil beast, suddenly tore open on his body! The scar was so deep that the bone was visible, and the flesh was bloody and horrible, which shocked people.

In the dim light, the green blood with a fishy smell continued to flow out of the gene stealer's wound, flowing slowly along the tough and twisted appendages, as if silently telling of pain and despair. The blood had a disgusting color, sticky and heavy, gradually spreading on the ground, gathering into a disgusting green pool of blood. The pool of blood glowed with a faint green light under the weak light, reflecting the rough ground around it, as if silently accusing this cruel plunder and harm.

The intense pain was like countless sharp needles, mercilessly stimulating every nerve of the beast. Its eyes bulged, its muscles were tense, and the pain made its roar even more shrill. Under the sword of the warband leader, it felt unprecedented fear and despair. However, the monster did not give in. It tried its best, gathered all its strength, and finally broke free from the cold and sharp sword in a struggle.

Its body burst out with amazing power in an instant and escaped from the control of the warband leader. But it did not escape immediately, but turned around and let out a heart-wrenching wail. The sound echoed in the night sky, full of endless sadness and unwillingness. Then, the figure of the monster in the moonlight looked particularly hideous. It rushed into the depths of darkness without hesitation with pain and persistence in life.

The monster knew that if it continued to fight to the death with the warband leader, it would inevitably fall into a desperate situation. With every attack, it could feel the sharp breath coming from the sword of the warband leader, as if it could be cut into countless pieces at any time. In this contest of disparity in power, the monster knew that its fate was in jeopardy. If it could not escape in time, a devastating end would await it.

The Genestealer Patriarch was extremely loyal and willing to dedicate everything to the will of the Hive. It knew that the mission entrusted to it by the Great Overlord was extremely important, and it was a heavy responsibility that had not yet been completed. Therefore, no matter how great the difficulties it faced or how much suffering it suffered, it could not fall here or end its life here. Because its mission had not yet been completed, it must persist and move forward until the last moment of the mission.

As the terrifying Genestealer Patriarch quietly retreated, the Genestealers that had surrounded Astartes like a dark cloud seemed to be dispersed by a mysterious force, and dissipated quickly and orderly like a tide. Their figures gradually disappeared in the night, leaving Astartes alone standing there, breathing deeply in the sudden tranquility. This sudden retreat was like a dreamlike illusion, making people wonder if everything that had just happened was just a nightmare.

In the fierce battle of the Cherubim, the brave and fearless Astartes warriors, with their extraordinary fighting skills and firm will, launched a devastating blow to these terrifying monsters. In this cruel battle, the Astartes warriors showed amazing fighting power. They shuttled through the battlefield like a gust of wind, and each swing of the sword accurately hit the vital points of the giant Genestealers. After a thrilling battle, more than half of the giant Genestealers were destroyed in this battle, and their remains were scattered on the battlefield, becoming a witness to the victory of the Astartes warriors. The cruelty of this battle and the brilliant results achieved are unimaginable, enough to be recorded in the glorious history of the regiment.

Although this crumbling nest still stands after a disaster, the surviving Genestealers are still a huge hidden danger. These monsters, once given life, lurk in the intricate ventilation ducts of the pipeline area, their figures are as elusive as ghosts. Once a little careless, these cunning creatures may use the maze-like structure of these ducts to quietly infiltrate every corner of the entire hive.

This crumbling hive is like an old man in his twilight years. Although there are still signs of life, it is already in danger. And those surviving gene stealers are like a group of parasites, constantly spreading in this fragile nest, ready to move at any time. These monsters shuttle freely in the ventilation ducts, as if they are at ease in their own territory. Once they find a loophole, they will rush in without hesitation, plunging the entire hive into chaos and panic.

Once that unfavorable situation unfortunately comes, then the fate of the entire hive will be dramatically reversed in an instant. In this extremely short moment, this once prosperous city will be like a candle swaying in the wind, and will be extinguished quickly. The speed of its fall is jaw-dropping, and there is no time to make any effective resistance or rescue.

As a glorious son of Sanguinius, the Chapter Master shoulders an extremely heavy mission and honor. On this sacred land, he and the Glory Guard of the Cherubim jointly guard the flame of faith and defend the holy glory. Their resolute eyes reveal a firm belief that it is absolutely impossible to let anything that damages faith and glory happen. Under this solemn oath, they will bravely meet all challenges and guard the glory of Sanguinius.

At this moment, the Chapter Master decisively ordered that the troops he led quickly split into two groups. One group is composed of elite Glory Guards, who are loyal and fearless, following the pace of the Chapter Master and bravely going deep into the unknown. Their target is the mysterious battleship that has been sleeping for a century-the Blood of the Red Dome. This warship was once a symbol of glory, but now it is sleeping in the deep corner of the universe, waiting for the moment to be awakened. The members of the Glory Guard looked serious, with expectation and determination in their eyes. They knew that this operation was not only to awaken the warship, but also to pursue and pay tribute to the past glory. Another group of people was responsible for the outer vigilance to ensure the safety of the Chapter Master and the Glory Guard, and to escort this sacred mission.

The other half of the Honor Guard followed firmly behind the think tank director who had a broken arm. They shouldered the important task of protecting the hive. They set foot on the road back to the ground again. Every step seemed extremely heavy, but their eyes were full of perseverance and determination. After arriving on the ground, they quickly put themselves into intense work, working closely with the Krieg Legion there to build a strong line of defense to guard against gene stealers who might emerge from the darkness at any time. These gene stealers are like nightmares, threatening the safety of the hive at all times, and the mission of the Honor Guard and the Krieg Legion is to guard the light in the darkness and protect their homeland from infringement.

The Astartes, as loyal guards of the Lord of Mankind, each shoulder different responsibilities and missions. Although their missions are different, the belief burning deep inside is so consistent.

These fearless warriors have only one ultimate goal - to completely expel the evil Tyranids from the sacred territory of the Lord of Mankind! They know very well that only by completely defeating this dark force can they protect the peace of their homeland and ensure the prosperity of human civilization. In this protracted battle, the Astartes used unswerving determination and iron will to fight for the future of mankind and to protect every inch of the land. They have only one belief in their hearts: Tyranids, get out of the sacred territory of the Lord of Mankind! This is their oath and their honor.

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The Chapter Leader stood tall and led the remaining half of the Glory Guards slowly forward along the deep and twisting dark tunnel. As the steps of the Astartes warriors gradually deepened, the surrounding air seemed to be changing quietly, and a thick white mist began to fill the air. This white mist seemed to be summoned by ancient magic. They lingered and circled in the tunnel, making the already dark environment even more hazy and unpredictable.

Although the pace of the team is slow, every member of the Honor Guard maintains a high degree of vigilance. Their eyes are firm and the weapons in their hands are clenched, as if they are ready to deal with possible dangers at any time. The white mist danced around them, like a silent ghost, outlines some vague outlines from time to time, and then quickly dissipated in the air.