Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The morning breeze blew through his gorgeous purple robe, rustling, as if telling the majesty and wisdom of the regent. He knew that Vokhan's worries were not unfounded, but in this ancient empire, any storms have been experienced, and any crisis will eventually pass.

"Our empire has gone through wind and rain, but it has never fallen." He said slowly, with an unquestionable firmness in his voice. "Now, although there are unknown challenges ahead, as long as we unite as one, we will definitely be able to overcome them."

The sun gradually rose, and the light became more dazzling, as if responding to his words. Vokhan looked at the sun, and the worries in his heart seemed to gradually dissipate with the warmth of the sun. He nodded, believing in the words of the regent. In this vast land, they will greet every new morning with the sun. "The Empire, this name represents supreme glory and authority. It is the Empire of the Lord of Mankind and should never be reduced to the plaything of those greedy termites. Guilliman, the new ruler of Terra, has reorganized the power layer of this land with an iron fist. He wields the sword of wisdom, eliminates the root of corruption, and consolidates the cornerstone of the Empire.

Now, the situation in Terra is gradually returning to calm, but this does not mean that the termites can get away with it. When everything is a little more stable, those termites who have attempted to erode the foundation of the Empire will become criminals waiting to be tried in Guilliman's hands. At that time, he will not hesitate to liquidate them, completely eradicate these scums, and restore the Empire to its former glory.

Guilliman's move is not only a punishment for the termites, but also a commitment to the future of the Empire. He will clear all obstacles that hinder the development of the Empire with the force of thunder and ensure that Terra continues to shine brightly in human history. And those termites will eventually feel the power and majesty of the Empire under Guilliman's iron fist.""

"I am looking forward to that day. "Vokan's tone was calm, but with a hint of excitement and anticipation that was difficult to conceal.

His eyes sparkled with infinite desire for the future, as if he had seen the beautiful picture slowly unfolding in front of him. He uttered this sentence slowly, and every word seemed to be carefully considered, revealing a firm belief in the future.

"That day, when we can break free from the shackles and truly pursue our dreams freely, it will be such an exciting moment. "Volkan continued, his voice full of deep desire. His fingers tapped the table lightly, as if beating the rhythm for that distant future.

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After successfully defusing the serious threat posed by the Tyranid invasion, the Imperial Regent did not stop his steps. After a short rest and replenishment, he waved the battle flag again, resolutely led the huge fleet, and embarked on a new expedition. This is not only a symbol of the external display of the Empire's military strength, but also his mission as the Regent. For the glory and peace of the Empire, he is willing to pay any price.

In the next century, countless aliens and chaos forces finally received the judgment they deserved. Under the efforts of the expeditionary fleet, After the war, the Extreme Star Region gradually restored its former tranquility. Those evil forces that once ravaged the star region have now become the dust of history and have been nailed to the pillar of shame in the star region forever.

During these long years, the expedition fleet bravely shouldered the responsibility of protecting the security of the star region. They crossed the vast sea of ​​stars and fought a desperate battle with the aliens and chaotic forces. Every battle has paid a huge price, but the fleet members are fearless and firmly defend the peace and tranquility of the star region.

After countless bloody battles, the Extreme Star Region finally ushered in the long-lost tranquility. In this star region, people no longer worry about the invasion of aliens, and no longer fear the erosion of chaos. Children can run happily under the starry sky, and the elderly can run happily under the starry sky. We can take a leisurely walk under the moonlight at night. All this is thanks to the heroic struggle of the expedition fleet.

Today, the peace of the Extreme Star Field has become the most precious wealth of the residents of the star field. They remember the great achievements of the expedition fleet and feel the journey of the star field from chaos to peace. In this era full of hope, the residents of the star field will work together to protect this hard-won peaceful land.

In the 121st year when the Imperial Regent solemnly descended on the Terra star field, the protracted revenge expedition finally came to a successful conclusion. After countless bloody battles and sacrifices, those cunning aliens who took advantage of the fire and looted in the eternal war have been completely wiped out. At this moment, the flagship of the expedition fleet is like a dazzling star. The stars, shining brightly in the vast universe, are full of the victory and glory of the warriors, and are about to embark on a magnificent journey back to the Terra star field.

During these long years of fighting, the imperial warriors have fought one after another, fearless of hardships, and defended the peace and tranquility of Terra with their blood and lives. Now, the dawn of victory has finally arrived, and the warriors of the expeditionary fleet are ready to return to their dream home with the afterglow of the war and the joy of victory.

The flagship of the fleet is like a proud warrior, proudly showing its hull that has been baptized by war, and every scar on it records a heroic story. And the warriors on the ship are looking at the starry sky with expectation, their hearts full of longing and hope for the future.

At this moment of victory, the Imperial Regent personally issued the order to return. He knew that this victory was not only the glory of the expeditionary fleet, but also the pride of the entire Terra star region. The fleet slowly started, like a flash of lightning that cut through the night sky, and rushed towards the direction of the Terra star region, carrying the joy and glory of victory and heading towards a new future.

Just as the Heart of Terra fleet was about to set sail and embark on the return journey to the planet Terra, suddenly, a communication signal from the Silent King Szalak was quietly connected to the ship's communication system. At that moment, everyone in the ship was attracted by this sudden signal, and the originally noisy cabin suddenly quieted down, and an inexplicable tense atmosphere filled the air.

Under the dim light, the Imperial Regent's eyes were fixed on the shining silver bald head in the center of the screen. Under the light, the bald head exuded a soft and charming light, as if it was the brightest star in the night sky. A warm and sincere smile appeared on his face involuntarily, and that smile was like a spring breeze blowing across the frozen lake, instantly melting the surrounding coldness. "Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, nearly a century has passed. We have never met each other. I wonder if the Silent King has lived a good life in those long years." There was a hint of nostalgia in Szalak's voice, and he quietly waited for the other party's response: "..."

Time flies, a century is enough to change many things, but Szalak's concern for the Silent King remains the same. During this long wait, he imagined the Silent King's life countless times, but he could never get to know the truth. Now that they have finally made contact again, Szalak is eager to know how this former best friend, the Silent King, is doing.

How is it? You still have the nerve to ask how it is? The Silent King roared wildly in his heart, struggling like a trapped beast, his heart filled with endless anger and doubts. He opened his eyes wide, his face was ferocious, as if he wanted to vent his anger, but no one could hear his shout. He felt extremely lonely and desperate, as if the whole world was against him. The Silent King clenched his fists, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, but he still couldn't calm the rage in his heart. What did he do wrong, why did he have to endure such pain? These questions pierced his heart like a sharp blade, making him unable to breathe and unable to escape. !

In the past century, the Imperial Regent's methods have become more cunning and cruel. They have always used the Necrons as a pawn, ruthlessly driving them to perform the most dangerous and cruel tasks. Faced with the shameless behavior of the Imperial Regent, even a strong man like the Silent King and the wise men of the Three Holy Council could only swallow their anger and dare not speak out. They knew that once they protested against the behavior of the Imperial Regent, they would probably incur more severe retaliation, so enduring in silence became their only choice. Although they were filled with anger and dissatisfaction, they could not change this cruel reality and could only pray silently in secret, hoping that one day they could get rid of this bondage.

In the vast universe, the only thing that made Szalak feel a little fortunate was that the Regent of the Empire's Revenge Crusade lasted only more than a century. Compared with the tens of millions of years of history of the Necrons, which was almost unimaginable, this century seemed to be just a brief moment, insignificant, like a flash of light across the night sky by a meteor, fleeting.

Szalak knew that the damage and destruction brought about by this revenge expedition was immeasurable, but it was only a small wave in the long river of the universe. In the long and silent years of the Necrons, countless civilizations rose and died, and what they left behind were only pieces of star wreckage and eternal silence. Therefore, despite the endless suffering brought by the revenge expedition, Szalak could still keep a trace of luck in his heart, because he knew that all this would eventually pass, and the history of the Necrons would continue.

"Respected Imperial Regent, the long-lasting revenge expedition has come to an end. Recalling our original agreement, now that the fruits of victory are in hand, it is time to fulfill your promise... You should deliver the agreed reward to us."

In the depths of the splendid palace of the Empire, with the news of victory and deep expectations, this important message was conveyed to the Regent sitting on the throne. Their eyes flashed with determination and wisdom, and the cruelty and glory of the revenge war seemed to still echo in their words. "

There was an indescribable desire in Szalak's voice, which was a kind of watch that had lasted for 80 million years, just like dry soil longing for rain. At this moment, he finally witnessed the dawn of hope. The long-dormant fruit bloomed with brilliant brilliance at this moment, heralding that the turning point that changed the fate of the Necrons was about to come.

"I will naturally abide by our agreement," the voice of the Imperial Regent fell gently like a leaf in late autumn, with a hint of unquestionable determination, "just as firm as the oath we once made together. When the expedition fleet returns victoriously, after a long journey across the stars, the exact coordinates of the body of the feared dead will be accurately determined and then sent to your Silent Song without delay. This is my promise to you and my respect for every brave warrior. "

With a smile on his face, Szarak bowed slightly to the Imperial Regent, his tone full of gratitude: "Then I have to thank the Imperial Regent for your generosity. Your gift is like the warm sunshine of spring, warming those of us who are in trouble. people."

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"Great Imperial Regent, after careful consideration, I still feel that your decision contains a lot of risks." Constantine's face was as solemn as night, and there were sparks of worry in his eyes. "Just imagine, if those Necrons suddenly changed If you point your guns at us, the empire, which has just experienced the baptism of war and finally calmed down, will inevitably fall into the whirlpool of chaos again. "

Constantine took a deep breath and continued: "We have all seen how powerful the Necrons are, and their sudden betrayal will plunge the entire empire into an unprecedented crisis. We cannot ignore this potential threat, otherwise all our efforts will be in vain will be reduced to nothing.”

He took a step forward and looked at the regent with firm eyes, "I am not questioning your wisdom, I just hope that you can re-examine this decision. After all, the future of the empire and the fate of countless people hang on a thread."

"Constantine, your worries are really unnecessary." The Imperial Regent leaned lazily on the beautifully carved throne, his eyes shining faintly and uncertainly in the dim hall, like the night sky Distant stars flicker.

His voice had a hint of contempt, but it was also full of unquestionable majesty. The ruby ​​crown behind him shines under the light, matching his eyes, revealing an indescribable nobility and indifference. The surrounding ministers held their breaths, waiting for the next instructions from the young but powerful regent. And Constantine, the minister who had just raised his concerns, could only bear the sharp eyes like ice knives silently, and he couldn't help but feel a little regret for his words.

Silent King Szarak's deep eyes shone with vigilance, and he knew very well that an unprecedented disaster was quietly approaching. The mighty Tyranid army is like a sky covered with dark clouds, about to cover the entire galaxy. The ultimate goal of the Great Devourer is to turn this vast sea of ​​stars into a realm of death. In such a critical moment, Szarak knew that every decision was crucial. If the Necrons don't want to destroy themselves, they will never easily start a war at this juncture. They must remain calm, use all available resources, and plan a sophisticated defensive battle to stop the Tyranids' crazy invasion.