Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

"In this magnificent imperial palace, the Imperial Regent of the Empire, we are face to face again." Szalak, condensed by advanced projection technology, seemed to have crossed the boundaries of time and space, and performed a slightly strange and ancient etiquette to the Imperial Regent sitting on the throne. His movements were elegant and had a mysterious exotic style.

Szalak, as the king of the mysterious race "Deathfearers", his every move symbolizes the highest authority of the race. Under normal circumstances, following the traditions and dignity of the race, the king of a race should not pay respect to people of lower status than himself, let alone salute. This is a maintenance of the king's status and racial dignity, and also a respect for the hierarchical order. However, Szalak's unique personality and his deep thinking about the future of the race make him break this convention in certain special circumstances.

In today's vast empire, although the Imperial Regent has not been officially crowned as king in the magnificent hall of the Terra Palace, in practical terms, his power and influence have far exceeded the symbolic crown. With his extraordinary wisdom and excellent ruling skills, the Regent of the Empire has quietly become the true ruler of the Empire.

Although he does not wear the royal robes that symbolize supreme power, nor does he sit on the noble throne to receive the worship of the people, every decision he makes and every wave of his hand silently affects the fate of the entire empire. His power is like a shadow behind the scenes. Although it is not obvious, it firmly controls the pulse of the empire.

In the court, he strategizes and dispatches well; among the people, he is deeply loved by the people and his prestige is at its peak. Whether it is the mobilization of the army, the prosperity of the economy, or the diplomatic strategy, the Regent of the Empire has demonstrated unparalleled ruling talents. Therefore, although he does not have a nominal throne, in fact, he has become the undisputed ruler of the empire. ! Although the powers and responsibilities held by the respected Silent King Szalak and the Regent of the Empire are different, they are equal in actual prestige and influence. Silent King Szalak, with his profound wisdom and extraordinary insight, enjoys a high reputation in the Empire; and the Imperial Regent, as the actual ruler of the Empire, has unparalleled power. However, behind these two prominent figures, their status and respect are equal to each other, as if the two ends of the scale maintain a delicate balance.

"Long time no see," the Imperial Regent nodded slightly to Szalak in a dignified but gentle manner, with a hint of nostalgia and emotion flashing in his eyes.

The traces of time do not seem to have left too many traces on his majestic face, and his deep eyes are still the same as before, revealing the light of wisdom and power.

Since the Lord of Humanity unified the fragmented warlord forces in the Terra Galaxy with supreme wisdom and great talent, and established a vast human empire spanning the entire galaxy, this emerging empire has fundamentally drawn a clear boundary with the alien civilizations that thrive in the galaxy. The human empire, with its unique civilization, high organizational discipline and enterprising spirit, has become a shining star in the galaxy. However, those aliens, although each has its own unique features, can never be compared with the human empire.

Ordinary people living in the vast territory of the empire often have deep fear and anxiety about those alien creatures lurking in the shadows. In their dreams at night, they may be awakened by the terrifying faces of those aliens, and their hearts are full of worries about the unknown. However, for those warriors serving in the imperial army, especially those proud Astartes warriors, the existence of aliens is far less terrible - in their eyes, aliens are just insignificant creatures like ants.

These rigorously trained Astartes warriors are full of desire for battle and persistence in victory. They wear solid armor, hold sharp weapons, and are always ready to fight for the glory of the empire. In their view, although the aliens are cunning and deadly, compared with the powerful force of the imperial army, they are just a group of dust that can be easily crushed.

Whenever faced with the threat of aliens, the Astartes warriors are always calm and confident. They regard aliens as an enemy that must be eliminated, not an object of fear. Their courage and determination, like an indestructible fortress, resist every invasion of aliens. In their world, aliens are no longer invincible monsters, but opponents that can be defeated.

Even when facing the terrifying power of the Eldar, or the ruthless and endless killing intent of the Necrons, the imperial warriors are still fearless. There is an unyielding light in their eyes, and there is no trace of humility and fear. This kind of tenacity and pride does not come from external influence, but is deeply engraved in the human gene. This pride allows them to always maintain high morale and firm belief on the battlefield of war, and fight for the glory of mankind.

The Imperial Regent, as the supreme ruler of the human world, although he does not hate aliens as extremely as the Lord of Humanity, deep down in his heart he still lacks the necessary respect and respect for these strange-looking and diverse creatures, collectively known as aliens. understand. In his opinion, these ugly inhuman creatures have neither human intelligence nor human emotions, and are just low-level existences in the universe. Therefore, when facing these aliens, the Imperial Regent showed no respect at all. His attitude was indifferent, and his eyes were full of disdain and contempt. This attitude undoubtedly deeply affected his understanding of and treatment of aliens.

The attitude of the imperial regent was like the cold wind in winter, causing a trace of gloom to pass over Szarak's tan face. However, this King of Silence is, after all, an ancient existence that has been soaked in the long river of time for tens of millions of years. Although he has never experienced the feeling of being looked down upon for tens of millions of years, Szarak still remains calm and calm. , skillfully controlled his emotions.

His eyes were as deep as the night sky, as if he could see into people's hearts. Although there was a rage of being slighted deep in his heart, his surface calmness was as calm as an ancient well. The arrogance and rudeness of the Imperial Regent were like a thin thorn, irritating his nerves, but Szarak understood that in this world full of intrigue and calculation, anger would only become a weakness that others could exploit.

He took a gentle breath, as if swallowing all the negative emotions into his belly, and then exhaled slowly, as if all the unhappiness was dispersed by the wind. Szarak's face gradually regained its former calmness and majesty, and his eyes once again became deep and powerful, as if he could look directly at the enemy hiding in the darkness through the barriers of time and space.

"Imperial Regent of the Empire, you should be able to read the true purpose of this trip from my eyes." Szarak's dark gray pupils were like the deep night sky, staring closely at the Imperial Regent. His eyes shone with an indescribable depth and sharpness, as if he could penetrate people's hearts and go straight to the core of things. Under these powerful eyes, the Imperial Regent felt an indescribable sense of oppression. The imperial regent's gaze was like the unfathomable starry sky, indifferent yet firm. He gently pushed the seat, tilting it slightly backward, revealing an unquestionable majesty. His voice was low and calm, like the breeze blowing across the stars in the night sky: "I have almost guessed your purpose of coming." He nodded slightly, his movements slow and elegant, just like his mood at the moment, there was a hint of depth in his indifference. Unfathomable.

"If the Necron are really willing to form an alliance, then I agree to your request." His words were like the brightest stars in the night sky, firm and bright, making it impossible for anyone to question his determination. There was a deep light shining in his eyes, which was his expectation for the future and his firm belief in the future of the empire. "

Forming an alliance is undoubtedly a wise choice for both the Empire and the Necrons. In this vast universe, our union will bring us unprecedented power. And for you who have regained your flesh and blood, this also means new vitality and hope. However, you must also realize that in this dangerous universe, the existence of the Tyranids will become a common threat to us. Once you regain your body, you will become a delicacy in the eyes of these greedy Zerg.

In this fragile alliance, we need to support each other and fight against the enemies lurking in the shadows. After embracing your physical body again, you will have new strength to protect your homeland, but at the same time you will also face new challenges. The Tyranids, these cosmic predators, lust after all life of flesh and blood. Once they discover your presence, they will attack without hesitation.

We must remain vigilant and harness the power of the Alliance to jointly defend against the Tyranid invasion. In this cosmic contest, only together can we ensure the survival of the Imperium and the Necron. And for you, the warriors who have regained their bodies, this is both an opportunity and a challenge. In this long journey, let us work together to create brilliance. "

"If you fight alone...even if you have extremely powerful technology, you may not be able to ensure an absolute victory in this war." The imperial regent's eyes were as calm as autumn water, and he stared calmly with a slightly pale face. Embarrassed Szarak. There was an unfathomable meaning in his eyes, as if suggesting an unspeakable power.

Szarak's expression was a little unnatural, and he knew that his opponent was not an easy opponent to deal with. The words of the Imperial Regent were like a sharp sword, pointing straight into his heart. Although Szarak was confident in his technological power, in front of the Imperial Regent, he had to admit that victory in this war was not certain.

The Imperial Regent's voice was low and powerful, as if carrying an unquestionable authority: "On this battlefield full of variables and challenges, relying solely on the power of science and technology is far from enough. You may be able to take advantage in a short period of time. , but to win the final victory, more wisdom and strategy are needed.”

Szarak listened silently, feeling a sense of awe in his heart. He understood that the implication of the Imperial Regent was that even if they had powerful technological power, they could not ignore human wisdom and strategy. In this war, they must act cautiously, otherwise the balance of victory may tilt at any time.

"The alliance between the two races is, after all, an event of great significance. Regarding the specific details and terms of the alliance... I think it would be more appropriate for us to arrange a face-to-face meeting." The Imperial Regent pondered for a moment, and his tone revealed unquestionable Firmly, "After all, the days before the threat of the Tyranids envelope the entire galaxy are numbered. In order to ensure the interests and survival of both parties, I suggest that the specific alliance time be set in three days..."

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The imperial regent's eyes shone with sharp light, as if he could see through the barrier of time and space and see the coming crisis. He knew that this alliance was not just a simple cooperation, but also related to the future destiny of the two civilizations. He tapped the table lightly and continued: "In these three days, we can carefully discuss every detail to ensure that both parties can get the benefits they deserve in this alliance. After all, in the face of the Tyranids' invasion , none of us can survive alone.”

He paused, took a deep breath, and then said in a more firm tone: "Let us work together in these three days to advance together for the sake of our race and the future of the galaxy." In the face of When the Imperial Regent made the proposal, Silent King Szarak's attitude seemed unusually calm and indifferent. He did not show any signs of opposition, as if he had already expected this proposal and was already prepared to accept it deep down in his heart. His eyes were deep and calm, like a calm lake, making it difficult for people to discern his true thoughts. Even though everyone present was speculating, he still maintained that elusive tranquility, making it impossible for anyone to determine his true inner attitude.

Three days is just the right amount of time for a buffer period, neither too long nor too short. During this precious gap, both sides have enough space to return to their respective spheres of influence and conduct in-depth discussions. This major event has a far-reaching impact and is enough to reshape the future pattern of the entire galaxy. Therefore, each party needs to treat it with caution and plan carefully. During these three days, they can fully mobilize their internal wisdom and resources to predict and evaluate various possible consequences to ensure that they can make the wisest choices in future decisions. After the lengthy communication with the Silent King, the Imperial Regent tiredly put down the communication device in his hand. He took a deep breath, trying to clear away the tiring political disputes from his mind. Afterwards, he stood up and straightened his clothes, and with a trace of unquestionable majesty, he returned to the majestic planetary orbital naval fortress located above the vast agricultural world of Talvina.