Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

"If it hadn't been for that group of brave warriors who risked their lives to kill the Hive Tyrant, do you think you could still be sitting here safe and sound today?" The Lord of the Fire Dragon looked at the planetary governor closely, with a look of intolerance in his eyes. The majesty of doubt. His voice was low and powerful, as if making waves on the calm sea, waiting for this bastard to give him a satisfactory answer. The air seemed to freeze, and the surrounding atmosphere became tense. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the outcome of this confrontation.

In the deep interstellar space, no life form can lie under the sharp gaze of a Primarch. Even if the other party is a powerful planetary governor, even if he knows that answering this question will mean the end of his life, he still can't escape that substantial gaze. He could only take a deep breath, bite the bullet, and force those two words out of his throat. At that moment, his heart was beating like thunder, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but the Primarch's eyes were still calm and deep, as if he could see all the truth.

The two words "can't" seemed like a fatal spell. Once spoken, it instantly drained all the strength from the bastard in front of him. After answering the original body's serious questions, the formerly majestic planetary governor was now like a collapsed mountain, completely paralyzed on the cold ground. His eyes showed deep despair, and every corner of his body revealed an indescribable decadence and powerlessness.

"I'm telling you, bastard!" The Fire Dragon Lord's eyes widened in anger. His five fingers tightly grasped the fat neck of the planetary governor, and he lifted it up to him like a fat prey. In front of you. His eyes flashed with raging anger, as if he wanted to devour the other person.

The aura of the Fire Dragon Lord was like a violent storm, making the surrounding air tremble. His voice was low and full of majesty, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the planetary governor's heart. His fingers gradually tightened, the Governor's face turned pale, and his fat body struggled feebly under the control of the Fire Dragon Lord.

"How dare you betray me!" The Fire Dragon Lord's voice rose further, and his eyes revealed unspeakable anger and disappointment. Under the pressure of this force, the planetary governor's body began to tremble. He tried to defend himself, but he could only moan feebly.

I can accept your weakness and incompetence, because fear is a nature engraved deep in human genes. It makes us shrink from the unknown and makes us hesitate in difficult situations. However, what I cannot accept is... you betrayed the soldier who once protected you, the comrade who helped you when you needed help the most. This kind of behavior is a violation of trust, a breach of morality, and an insult to humanity. On the battlefield, soldiers fight side by side, depending on each other for life and death, and your backstab is undoubtedly the deepest harm to them. Not only is this chilling, it also calls into question your character and loyalty. "

A cold and fierce light shot out from Wokan's red pupils, as if it were a bottomless dark abyss, which was frightening. In the Planetary Governor's trembling plea for mercy, the Primarch mercilessly crushed the despicable bastard's head. With a muffled sound, the spark of life was extinguished at this moment. Blood spurted out like a fountain, covering the surrounding ground.

Then, without hesitation, the primarch picked up the still twitching headless corpse and threw it towards the entrance to the upper level of the hive as if it were a piece of trash. The headless corpse drew an arc in the air and landed on the cold marble floor, making a heart-stopping crash. The bloody scene is in stark contrast to the surrounding luxurious decoration, which makes people shudder. This scene became an eternal nightmare for the upper levels of the hive city. The pungent smell of blood filled the air, instantly attracting the attention of the springtails lurking around. They seemed to have been summoned by some kind of mystery, and they poured out from hidden corners one after another. Their numbers were frightening. These ferocious bugs were a terrifying dark red in color, and their eyes shone strangely in the dim light.

They quickly gathered on the planetary governor's fat body, and that fat body became their feast at this moment. The springtails waved their front paws excitedly and began to happily tear away at the governor's flesh. They seemed to enjoy the process, and each tear was accompanied by their neighing sounds of satisfaction. Blood spurted out from the wound, covering the surrounding land. The air was filled with a stronger smell of blood, and this smell attracted more springtails to join the feast.

Blood and meat residue were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood. This slaughterhouse-like scene in front of you made your stomach churn and you could hardly help but vomit. Every muscle tear and every bone break was accompanied by a heart-stopping sound that made it impossible to look straight at it. The bloody atmosphere and cruel scenes in the scene challenge the viewer's psychological endurance limit all the time.

The three words "punishment camp" seemed to carry an invisible cold air, instantly filling the air, making the faces of the defense team members suddenly turn pale, like dead branches and leaves covered by ice and snow, losing their lives. of vitality and luster. Their eyes showed deep fear and uneasiness, as if they had foreseen some kind of inescapable doom.

The so-called punishment camp is not as good as its name suggests. It is more like a cannon fodder camp. Here, the exiled soldiers have lost their former glory and can only survive in a harsh environment. They are sent to the most dangerous front lines, endure the baptism of war, and become stepping stones for the promotion of those noble generals. In this land full of despair and death, they wail silently and silently endure the ruthless teasing of fate.

In the profound control of the Lord of Mankind, every life is given immeasurable value, even those who have committed crimes. The Empire, as the embodiment of the will of the Lord of Mankind, knows that life is precious and irreplaceable. Therefore, even when dealing with criminals, the Empire will not easily regard them as useless discards and waste the value of their existence. Every life, whether good or evil, is a coin in the treasury of the Empire, carrying infinite possibilities of the past, present and future. Even the life of a criminal should find its due position and value in the balance of the Empire.

In the judicial system of the Empire, most criminals cannot escape the fate of being thrown into the punishment camp. These unfortunate souls will be sent to the most desolate and cruel battlefields in the empire to face the test of life and death. There, they no longer exist as individuals, but as tools to resist the terrifying enemies that only exist in nightmares. These enemies, whether they are ferocious monsters or evil forces, are enough to make people terrified.

The life of the punishment camp is full of endless hardships and pain. The criminals are forced to use their lives to fight against those heinous enemies in order to get a glimmer of hope on the cruel battlefield. Many of them may have committed serious crimes, but in the punishment camp, they have to fight for survival and fight desperately with those terrifying existences.

In this land full of death, the criminals will experience thrilling battles. They not only have to face external threats, but also overcome their inner fear and despair. However, in this cruel competition, they have no way out, they can only move forward bravely and write tragic legends with their courage and determination.

According to the latest statistics from the Ministry of Military Affairs, the mortality rate of the punishment camp is as high as 99.8%. This number, like a cold and ruthless mirror, reflects the true face of the Punishment Camp. Once someone is sent there, it basically means that half a foot has already stepped into the abyss of hell. In this desolate marginal land, survival has almost become an unattainable luxury, and everyone who steps into it carries a heavy despair and fear.

The members of the Governor's Defense Corps, one by one, showed despair on their faces. They wailed and knelt down in pain to beg for mercy. The scene was extremely miserable. However, their voices could not penetrate the cold air anyway, and they could not move the high Primarch and change his firm mind. Although they cried and cried, the Primarch's determination was as hard as steel and remained unmoved.

The huge figure of the expeditionary fleet had just appeared at the end of the skyline, and the accompanying members of the Military Affairs Department quickly set foot on the land of this nest city. They were dressed in iron armor, with serious expressions and firm steps, as if every step carried the will and authority of the Lord of Fire Dragon. Their mission is clear and unmistakable - bring these restless guys to justice, and escort them to a distant disciplinary camp according to the order of the Fire Dragon Lord to receive due punishment and enlightenment.

The members of the Military Affairs Department are not in a hurry. They are familiar with this process, just like a daily routine. They look at these souls who are about to be judged with cold eyes, and read the will of the Fire Dragon Lord in an unquestionable tone. In every corner of this nest city, you can feel the majesty and oppression they bring, and every voice ready to resist is eclipsed by their iron fist.

They register these people one by one, strictly examine them, and ensure that every step meets the requirements of the Fire Dragon Lord. These guys will be loaded into sturdy prison cars, cross the barren grasslands, cross the dangerous mountains and rivers, and finally arrive at the isolated disciplinary camp. There, they will wash their crimes with sweat and pain until the Fire Dragon Lord is satisfied.

The members of the Military Affairs Department have no mercy. Their mission is above everything else. Their actions represent the will of the Fire Dragon Lord and represent the maintenance of justice and order. In this hive city, their arrival means the beginning of a new era, the arrival of a more strict era.

During that period, when the Tyranids were wreaking havoc on the surface of the planet, the entire planet was shrouded in darkness. However, at about the same time, the brave and fearless warriors fought back and fought a desperate battle with the Zerg. After a thrilling battle, the Tyranids were finally eliminated, and the planet once again returned to the glory of the Emperor.

In this arduous battle, countless brave warriors sacrificed their lives, and they defended the peace of the planet with their flesh and blood. Now, the dawn of victory has arrived, and the flag of the Empire is flying again on this land. People lament the cruelty of war and cheer for victory.

The planet is once again bathed in the glory of the Emperor and has restored its former tranquility and prosperity. People remember those warriors who bravely sacrificed their lives to defend their homeland. Their spirit will always inspire everyone on this planet to work hard for the glory of the Empire. Under the light of the Emperor, this planet will be rejuvenated and continue to shine its light in the universe.

Among the ruins, the Imperial Regent and the Fire Dragon Lord walked slowly, their eyes reflecting the devastated land. The once prosperous city now only remains in ruins, and the corrupt planetary governor is eroding the foundation of the empire like moths, making the planet Volkan, which has just recovered from the disaster, feel deeply worried about the current situation of the empire.

The corrupt Planetary Governor, who was supposed to be the guardian of this territory of the Empire, was addicted to power and wealth and threw aside the trust given by the Empire. Their greed and incompetence have made the people on the planet Vulcan live in dire straits and worry about the future of the empire.

A cold light flashed in the Fire Dragon Lord's eyes. He walked side by side with the imperial regents, knowing full well that they shouldered the important task of saving the empire and reviving the country. In this devastated land, every step they took seemed heavy and determined, vowing to restore the empire to its glory. The planet Volcan, this newly resurrected homeland, is their first target to save.

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"Compared with that period of fierce battles with wild beasts, the current rulers seem to have indulged in the corruption and incompetence brought by power." The eyes of the Fire Dragon Lord revealed deep worry, and the frown between his eyebrows Locked in an unspeakable heaviness, "If this situation is allowed to continue, the glory of the empire will eventually be eaten away bit by bit by this group of shameless moths.

Those former heroes, with their perseverance and selfless dedication, saved the empire from the threat of wild beasts. However, these rulers now ignore the safety of the country and indulge in pleasure and selfish desires. Their corruption and abuse of power gave the entire empire an air of decadence.

The Fire Dragon Lord knows very well that if this corrupt and incompetent rule is not curbed, it will one day push the empire to the brink of collapse. His heart was full of worries, but he could not turn the tide alone. He could only pray secretly, hoping that someone would stand up and save this precarious country. ""

"This is indeed a matter worthy of attention, but you don't have to worry too much." The imperial regent stood beside Wokan in a calm tone, looking far-reaching at the eastern horizon, where a brand new sun was shining. Rising slowly, spreading golden light.

He gently patted Wokan's shoulder, and there was a hint of gentle comfort in his deep eyes.