Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Amid the continuous sound of gunfire, the fierce battles of the past few hours were raging like a storm. With their tenacious will and superb tactics, the Imperial warriors spent several days to build bunkers and defense lines, which were as dense as spider webs and as solid as rocks. However, facing the Zerg surging like a tide, these carefully constructed defense lines were ruthlessly destroyed in a short time. The broken pieces of bunker wreckage seemed to silently tell the soldiers' past efforts and dedication, but now they can only become victims of war.

In this cruel interstellar war, the surviving mortal warriors and Astartes faced a jaw-dropping number of Zerg armies. They had no advanced weapons and no solid protection. They could only rely on their tough flesh and blood to bravely block the overwhelming Zerg. Their eyes flashed with determination, and their hearts burned with the fiery belief of defending their homeland. Even if the road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers, they still stood up without hesitation and defended the dignity and hope of mankind with their lives.

Every second of survival of this hive city was a testimony to the fearless sacrifice of countless imperial warriors. In the cold passage of time, every second solidified the loyal blood and tears of the imperial warriors, who used their lives to build the defense line of this city. When the cold clock ticked, each scale represented a loyal imperial warrior, and their souls returned silently and rested on the golden throne that symbolized glory and dignity. Their sacrifice is the unyielding backbone of this city and the cornerstone of the glorious future of the empire.

The one-hour time agreed between the chapter leader and the Grand Marshal has passed quietly, but the chapter leader and his legendary battleship, the Red Dome Blood, still did not appear in any corner of the battlefield.

The imperial warriors are now using their flesh and blood to desperately resist the swarms of insects that attempt to invade the nest. They are like an indestructible barrier, but facing the overwhelming and surging tide of insects, the resistance of the imperial warriors seems so fragile and powerless. Every battle is like a candle in a storm, swaying and uncertain, as if it could go out at any time.

Despite this, these fearless warriors still stick to their posts, using their courage and determination to write tragic heroic epics. Their bodies are already covered with scars of varying depths, and each wound records a fierce battle. Their eyes are full of fatigue and bloodshot, but they still reveal an indomitable fighting spirit.

Under the invasion of the insect tide, every surviving imperial warrior is scarred. They have long been unable to fight again, but they still grit their teeth and stick to the end. Their bodies are like the broken branches and leaves baptized by the storm, crumbling, but the faith in their hearts is as firm as a rock. In this brutal battle, they used their lives to guard the last piece of pure land in the hive city and the tranquility and peace of their homeland.

Although they were exhausted physically and mentally, and their physical strength was almost exhausted, their hearts burned with supreme loyalty and admiration for the Lord of Mankind and the Regent of the Empire. It was this deep emotion that inspired them to continue to fight with their last bit of strength, fearless of hardships and difficulties. On this glorious land, they used sweat and persistence to weave the glory of the empire, just for the shining of glory at that moment, for that supreme honor. Even at the last moment of their lives, they must pass on this belief and let the glory of the empire live forever in the world!

Although humans have made remarkable achievements in technology and wisdom, they cannot get rid of physiological limitations after all. Today, the imperial warriors have tried their best, and their physical strength and willpower have reached their limits. According to the report of the front-line commander, the warriors can only last for half an hour of fierce fighting at most. This precious half an hour is particularly critical to determining the outcome of the battlefield.

Half an hour later, if the battlefield still shows a stalemate, the Tyranids from the distant galaxy will inevitably win this cruel war. These Zergs have amazing reproductive capacity and devastating combat power. Once they win, the fate of the entire galaxy will be at stake. The Imperial warriors know this very well, so at this last moment, they still grit their teeth and try their best to turn the tide of the war. However, the passage of time makes them feel more and more powerless.

The residents of the agricultural world Tarvina, along with countless loyal Imperial citizens on this planet, will face a ruthless catastrophe. In the next few days, they will be brutally attacked by tearing worms. These terrifying creatures will ruthlessly decompose them, process their flesh and blood into organic matter, and turn it into a tonic to nourish the Tyranids.

The once peaceful Tarvina is now shrouded in the shadow of fear and despair. Those hardworking farmers, brave defenders and innocent children will all lose their lives in this disaster. The tearing worms descended like a nightmare. Wherever they went, everything withered and life was extinct.

During the days when the tearing worms ravaged this land, the people of the Empire would suffer. Their lives would be ruthlessly taken away and turned into nutrients for the Tyranids.

The Imperial warriors, those fearless iron warriors, were filled with unyielding fighting spirit in their hearts. They would not accept such an ending. Their dignity, their honor, and even their obsession with freedom in their hearts would not allow them to surrender. In the hearts of these resolute warriors, Grand Marshal Krieg was their soul and their faith.

Grand Marshal Krieg, a veteran general, had a firm light in his eyes and a determination in his heart. He also could not accept such an outcome. If the action of the commander of the chapter he led to awaken the Red Dome Blood ended in failure, then the Grand Marshal would not retreat at all. He would step forward without hesitation and lead his mortal warriors to stick to every corner of the battlefield until the last moment.

They would use their lives and their blood to defend their beliefs and their homes. Their determination and courage would be like bright stars, illuminating the entire empire and the hearts of every soldier. Because they knew that only by holding on could they see the dawn of victory.

When the fate of the hive city was in jeopardy and at the critical moment, the Grand Marshal, the veteran commander, would not hesitate to activate the last means of defense. It was a strategy that was enough to shake the entire planet, a determination to burn everything down. He would no longer care about any cost and vowed to fight the invading bugs to the final and complete death. In this battle that determines life and death, the Grand Marshal will show his fearless determination and courage. Even if he is on the verge of total collapse, he will make the enemy pay a heavy price and defend the dignity of his homeland with his life.

In every second that follows, time seems to be infinitely stretched, and every moment seems to be several years slowly passing. At this moment, the cold mechanical eyes of Grand Marshal Krieger actually emit a blood-red light, which makes people feel cold. This battle-hardened general temporarily put aside his usual calmness and calmness, and stared at the deep and boundless sky with a strange, as if deeply puzzled look, as if to find the answer from the blue.

In the Grand Marshal's magnificent career of more than a century, he has experienced countless storms and witnessed countless glories and bleakness, but he has never been as eager as today for a moment. Every minute and every second, his heartbeat was accelerating, as if he could feel the passage of time, as clear as the gurgling of water. However, fifteen minutes had passed since the appointed time, but the Grand Marshal was still looking forward to it under the dim sky, but he could not see the light that made him fascinated.

What kind of light was that? He had looked forward to it countless times in his dreams. It was like the dawn before dawn, illuminating the deepest desire in his heart. However, at this moment, the light seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier and could not penetrate the darkness and come to his eyes. The Grand Marshal became more and more anxious. He began to wonder if there was a deviation in the position where he was waiting, and whether the light had appeared quietly, but he did not find it in time.

He clenched his fists tightly, with a firm light in his eyes, as if he wanted to pass his will to the unknown power. As time passed, the Grand Marshal's mood became heavier, but he still stood firm in his place, unwilling to give up the last hope. During this long wait, his life seemed to freeze, with only the sound of his heartbeat echoing in the silent air.

An indescribable haze gathered between the brows of the Grand Marshal. His heart, which had been baptized by countless battlefields, seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer and instantly sank into the bottom of the abyss. On the ever-changing battlefield, every minute may change the situation. Fifteen minutes is enough for many things to change. At this moment, the action of the regiment commander trying to wake up the Blood of the Red Dome should end in failure from all indications. This made the Grand Marshal feel even more heavy-hearted, and he knew that the next battle would be even more difficult.

In the vast agricultural world of Talvina, the last glimmer of hope for survival was like a candle in the wind, which had been ruthlessly blown out. At this moment, Grand Marshal Krieg stood on the dilapidated command platform, looking solemnly at this once prosperous land. He knew that the only thing he could do now was to let this planet meet its inevitable doomsday in a dignified and decent way.

In this war-torn and lifeless land, the village that was once full of laughter has turned into ruins, the golden wheat fields have been replaced by scorched earth, and the clear rivers have dried up. The people of Tarvina are struggling in pain and despair, and the heart of Grand Marshal Krieg is also filled with endless sorrow and helplessness.

However, as a soldier, he knows his duty well. Even if hope is gone, he must ensure that the planet can maintain its dignity at the last moment. Grand Marshal Krieg tightly grasped the scepter in his hand, determined to put an end to the demise of Tarvina in a solemn and solemn way.

When the last ray of sunlight disappeared on the horizon and the night of Tarvina fell, Grand Marshal Krieg prayed silently. He hoped that when the planet sank into the abyss of darkness, it could greet its final destination in a decent manner.

Even if the mortal warriors were in adversity, their struggle seemed unable to change the doomed and irreversible ending. However, at the last moment of their lives, they stood up and showed a fearless courage. These loyal warriors understood their mission, and they did not retreat even if the road ahead was difficult and dangerous. At that moment, they regarded their lives as extremely precious, but were more willing to give everything for faith and glory. They used their lives to build a solid line of defense and made the final contribution to the Regent of the Empire and the Lord of Mankind, even if the price was their lives.

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These warriors, their figures appear taller and taller in the flames of war, and their beliefs become more firm at the critical moment of life and death. They interpret their loyalty to the empire and mankind with their actions, and they compose a tragic heroic hymn with their lives. Although the ending is already determined, they still fight to the last moment, putting life and death aside, just to protect that piece of land and that piece of faith.

Although these annoying bugs seem to be endless in number, as if they are everywhere and pervasive, it is a little comforting that these disgusting ugly guys are not actually immortal in the true sense. Although their lives are tenacious and their reproductive capacity is amazing, they are ultimately subject to the laws of birth, aging, illness and death, and cannot escape the natural laws of life.

In the vast land of Tarvina, every brave imperial warrior, every time they wield their swords and cut off a bug, they are adding a faint dawn of victory to the ancient human empire. Every killing is a silent battle, and every victory makes the hope of victory quietly take root in their hearts. In this protracted war, every defeated bug means that the human empire is one step closer to the dawn of peace. Although the road ahead is full of unknowns and difficulties, the imperial warriors firmly believe that as long as they work tirelessly, the dawn of victory will eventually illuminate the entire Tarvina.

In this ancient and vast land, loyal warriors, wearing iron armor, holding sharp blades, and full of blood, firmly swear an oath. They will use their flesh and blood, as well as their fiery and tenacious souls, to offer their most noble and final contribution to the vicissitudes of the human empire, to the human beings who have just walked out of the long river of history, to the great emperor and the regent who represents the authority of the empire. In the war-torn era, their courage is like a bright star, illuminating the dark night sky, and their sacrifice will become an eternal monument, inspiring those who come after them to move forward.