Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Their eyes were full of determination and expectation, because they knew that after a short rest, another fierce battle was waiting for them. In this silent interval, they silently adjusted their equipment, checked their weapons, and made full preparations for the upcoming battle.

Standing at the highest point of the nest city, Grand Marshal Krieg's eyes passed through the dense high-rise buildings and stared at the distant sky, but his face did not show any joy. Although the Grand Marshal could not know the specific situation in the planetary orbit, however, with years of experience and rich experience on the battlefield, he seemed to have seen through the layers of fog and had insight into the final outcome of the war leader. In those deep eyes, there was a trace of imperceptible worry and heaviness. He knew that behind every victory in the war, there were countless sacrifices and unspeakable costs.

Even with the powerful help of the legendary battleship Red Dome Blood, it was difficult for the war leader to escape unscathed from the siege of the entire Tyranid fleet. The Blood of the Red Dome, with its unparalleled firepower and defense, has written glory in countless battles. However, facing the overwhelming Tyranid fleet, even such a warship seems powerless. The number of the Tyranid fleet is like a dark cloud covering the sky and the sun. The warband leader knows that it is probably harder than climbing to the sky to escape safely from this siege.

In the fierce and cruel bombing of the Zerg, the heroic figure of the warband leader may have disappeared forever on the battlefield filled with gunpowder. Perhaps, under the ruins of the destruction, his former ambitions and pride have been ruthlessly buried. However, it is also possible that he is still tenacious, facing the layers of siege of biological warships, struggling on the line of life and death with tenacious will and combat effectiveness. Under the siege of those cold metal behemoths, his determination and courage are like a burning flame, which has never been extinguished even in the face of great difficulties.

In the eyes of the warband leader, the best outcome is to hold on to this huge biological warship at the last moment and go to the abyss of destruction with it. In this cruel battle, he would rather choose to perish together with the enemy than let the other side survive, showing a fearless determination and heroic tragedy. In this vast interstellar war, the heroic actions of the warband leader will undoubtedly become an eternal legend! ! ! !

Although Grand Marshal Krieg thought carefully and repeatedly deliberated, this warrior who had experienced countless battlefield baptisms could not conceive of any possible outcome for the warband leader to survive. In the deep eyes of this warrior, the brave and fearless figure of the warband leader and the endless trauma left by the cruel war were reflected. He tried countless times to depict a picture of the warband leader surviving in his mind, but every time he could only shake his head helplessly, because the cruel reality made it impossible for him to find a glimmer of hope.

Grand Marshal Krieg, the commander who was as calm as an iceberg on the battlefield and never showed any emotion, was silent for a long time in this solemn tent. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the atmosphere in the tent was tense and heavy. Finally, in the silence of everyone holding their breath, Grand Marshal Krieg rarely let out a long sigh, which was full of endless worries and helplessness.

This sigh, like a meteor across the night sky, was short and profound, revealing the struggle deep in Grand Marshal Krieg's heart. His eyes looked through the tent, as if penetrating through the heavy fog, and saw the other side of the battlefield. There, the commander was leading the soldiers to fight bravely, but the commander had foreseen the death of the commander - it was an unavoidable tragedy.

A trace of imperceptible sadness flashed in Grand Marshal Krieg's eyes, which was a silent mourning for a brave warrior and a silent sigh for the cruel nature of war. He knew how many precious lives this battle would take away, and the sacrifice of the commander was only a part of it. Nevertheless, as the commander, he must firmly execute orders, even if it means that he must face the departure of his comrades.

The Grand Marshal took a deep breath, and that breath seemed to contain endless grief and sorrow, slowly dissipating in the air. Then, he slowly took off the black military cap on his head. The military cap was engraved with a double-headed eagle emblem that symbolized power and dignity. It shone brightly in the sun, but it seemed so heavy at this moment.

Every movement of the Grand Marshal seemed extremely solemn and slow, as if he was using this method to express his deep respect and endless mourning for the chapter leader bit by bit. There were tears in his eyes, but his face always maintained a firm and serious expression, which was the highest respect a soldier had for his fallen comrades.

The soldiers around were also silent. They watched the Grand Marshal's actions, and the same grief and respect surged in their hearts. They knew that the chapter leader had sacrificed his life to defend his homeland and for the peace of the country, and his sacrifice would be remembered forever. The Grand Marshal's action was the highest praise for the hero.

"The Empire will remember your sacrifice," Grand Marshal Krieg's voice was loud and solemn, like a horn in the morning light, echoing in this silent nest. His words seemed to have endless power, penetrating every corner and awakening the heroic souls who were immersed in sleep. In this ancient and sacred city, every stone slab and every sculpture seemed to be listening silently, remembering this deep promise.

In the depths of the distant universe, on the other side, on the battlefield of the planetary orbit, a fierce interstellar war is in full swing. The war group leader who drives the legendary ship, the Red Dome Blood, is facing an unprecedented challenge at this moment. Four Zerg biological warships surrounded him tightly like bloodthirsty sharks, and their ferocious momentum seemed to force him into an endless desperate situation.

The Red Dome Blood, this warship has countless legendary stories circulating in the interstellar, but now it seems to be isolated and helpless under the siege of Zerg warships. A trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the war group leader. He knew that this battle was not only his personal honor, but also the survival of the entire planet.

The Zerg biological warships made a low roar, as if laughing at his predicament, but the war group leader did not flinch. He held the control stick tightly, ready to face this life-and-death contest. On this interstellar battlefield, the Red Dome Blood is like a bright meteor, shining with unyielding light.

Since losing the protection of the powerful defense device of the Void Shield, the hardness of the Red Dome Blood warship no longer has its former invincible power. Compared with other ordinary warships of the empire, its advantage of increased hardness is no longer significant. It can even be said that its defense capability is almost the same as those of ordinary warships. This change undoubtedly makes the Red Dome Blood face unprecedented challenges and threats on the battlefield.

Under the double blow of plasma and biological torpedoes, this legendary warship that once frightened the enemy is now covered with dense and shocking mottled scratches on its silver-white shell. These scratches seem to record the intensity of each battle and tell the countless storms and life-and-death tests that the warship has experienced. In the sun, these marks shine with a cold light, as if silently telling the glory and honor of the warship in the past.

Inside the warship, the white light that was originally full of tranquility and peace has now been replaced by a shocking blood red. This once majestic warship now seems to be shrouded in a bloody shadow and filled with the breath of death. The voice of the AI ​​intelligence has become sharp and harsh, constantly broadcasting emergency situations. The cold mechanical broadcasting sound echoes in every corner of this warship, making people feel cold. This warship is now in chaos and panic.

"Warning, warning, the damage to the hull has exceeded 60%, and the stability of the hull structure is facing severe challenges. Please start the emergency procedure immediately and take necessary measures to ensure the safety of the ship and all crew members. Warning, warning..."

The red alarm light on the radar screen is constantly flashing, and the tense atmosphere permeates every corner of the cockpit. The severity of the damage to the hull has made the entire ship shaky, as if it may fall apart in the next moment. The commander of the regiment gripped the joystick tightly, his face solemn. He knew that every decision at this moment was crucial, and the slightest mistake could bring irreparable disasters. He quickly adjusted his tactics and activated the emergency system, trying to stabilize the ship on the verge of collapse. The warning sounded in his ears, reminding him that time was running out and he had to act immediately.

The piercing alarm sounded in the small cabin, accompanied by the violent turbulence of the ship, which instantly turned the face of the warband leader pale. His eyebrows were furrowed, and a trace of imperceptible anxiety flashed in his eyes. The warband leader waved his hands vigorously, as if to wave away the disturbing sound and feeling. He decisively ordered the AI ​​intelligence to stop broadcasting the real-time situation of the ship, because he knew that every minute and every second at this moment was precious, and he needed to concentrate and make the most correct decision.

As a veteran who has fought for centuries in this dark and crazy universe, the warband leader naturally knows his responsibilities and missions. In these long years, he has witnessed the cruelty and bloodiness of countless interstellar wars. However, the situation he is facing now has reached the edge of despair. In the depths of this chaotic universe, he seemed to have felt the shadow of fate approaching quietly, and all he could rely on was the courage and wisdom that had been tested countless times.

At that moment, death was like a dark shadow, quietly approaching every brave warrior. However, as a glorious son of Sanguinius, the firmness and calmness exuded by the war captain seemed to be able to dispel the haze of fear that was about to shroud him. Facing this ruthless fate, he did not show the slightest fear or uneasiness. His eyes revealed only his persistent pursuit of glory and his endless loyalty to faith. Even if death was in front of him, he was like standing in endless glory, fearlessly welcoming the final judgment.

After turning off the harsh AI broadcast, the atmosphere seemed to be much quieter. The captain's huge body slowly left the cockpit, his steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to declare his authority. He walked to a corner of the cockpit, where there was a dusty safe, lying quietly in the shadows.

The war captain walked to the safe and stopped. He stretched out his rough fingers and gently brushed away the dust on the safe. The dust fell with his movements, revealing the true appearance of the safe. There was an indescribable light in his eyes, as if he was expecting something. This safe seemed to hide some important secret, and he was the one who was going to uncover it.

Gazing at the safe full of traces of time, the warband leader's eyes were filled with deep nostalgia for the past. The style of this safe seemed particularly old, as if it carried countless secrets and stories. In fact, the existence of this safe has spanned a long period of history, and its age is almost as old as the warband leader's memory.

Whenever the warband leader looked at this safe, those dusty past events would surge into his mind like a tide. Every corner of the safe seemed to be telling of the past glory and vicissitudes, which was a kind of calmness and solemnity after the baptism of years. Every scratch and every mottled mark on the safe witnessed the hardships and changes it had experienced.

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At that time, it was still brand new and shining. As time passed, the safe gradually became old, but the emotions it carried became deeper and deeper. The warband leader's eyes revealed a complex emotion, both nostalgia for the past and expectations for the future, as if this safe was a lighthouse in his heart that would never collapse, guiding him forward.

The origin of this safe originated from the distant home world of the Cherubim Chapter - "Kral". In a certain ancient language system above Terra, this name contains a deep meaning, and it represents the ultimate pursuit of wisdom by mankind. Kral, a planet full of mystery, its residents have been known for their wisdom since ancient times, and their civilization has shone brightly in the long river of history.

In the glorious history of the Empire, at the time of the sixth founding of the army, a brand-new warband was born, which was the Cherubim Chapter that later became famous. Since the day of its establishment, these Cherubim have shouldered a special mission, and they are committed to building a home world belonging to their own warband. On this land, they have opened up new territories, worked hard, and used their wisdom and courage to protect this hopeful homeland. As time went by, the Cherubim grew stronger and stronger in their constant struggle, becoming a unique landscape in the Imperial Army.

Unfortunately, six centuries ago, the invincible Chaos Warmaster Abaddon launched a war that was unprecedented in history - the Ninth Black Crusade. Although the crusade ultimately failed to achieve its grand goal, the traitors who had already sunk into the Sea of ​​Chaos still mercilessly poured their anger on several Imperial worlds before the defeat was certain.