Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Because in Szarak's view, the war with the Zerg is not only a challenge to survival, but also a contest concerning the future destiny of the entire galaxy. "

"Although the Tyranids are powerful, I don't think those disgusting bugs can destroy the Necrons." There was a hint of contempt in Constantine's tone, and he rarely launched a fierce argument with the Imperial Regent. "The technological development of the Necrons is far beyond our imagination. They have the power to easily destroy the Zerg."

Constantine's eyes shone with determination, and he knew exactly what he was talking about. He continued to elaborate on his point of view: "The Zerg may have an advantage in numbers, but the technological strength of the Necrons cannot be underestimated. Their weapon systems, defense mechanisms, and even their combat strategies have all reached breathtaking levels. Height. It is simply wishful thinking for the Zerg to destroy them.”

The imperial regent frowned. He obviously had reservations about Constantine's point of view, but he was not in a position to refute it directly. Constantine saw his hesitation and further strengthened his argument: "Don't forget, the Necrons have accumulated rich experience in interstellar wars, and their combat literacy and adaptability are unmatched by the Zerg. Even if The Zerg tried their best but could not defeat the Necron."

Constantine's words were like a sharp sword, going straight to the core of the problem. He believed that as long as the Necrons showed their true strength, the Zerg would be completely defeated. "

"That's because your vision has not yet touched the true depth and breadth." The Imperial Regent sighed softly, with a hint of indescribable desolation and depth in his voice, as if the stars in the night sky were whispering. His deep eyes reflected the memories of the past, "Do you still remember the Saint Master Insect we witnessed inside the Hive Mothership?"

It was a bug, but it was more than a bug. Its form transcends convention, as if it is the perfect combination of nature and power, awe-inspiring. In the dark and huge space of the insect hive mothership, the presence of the Saint Master Insect appeared so eye-catching and shocking. Its power, its wisdom, its mystery are all unforgettable. "

"Of course I remember," Constantine frowned slightly, the shadow of memories flashed in his eyes, "The fighting power of that insect is indeed impressive. Its ferocious posture seems to be the most terrifying predator in nature. I remember that at that time, it could easily destroy an entire Astartes company by itself."

There was a hint of awe in Constantine's voice as he continued: "Those Astartes warriors are elites who have undergone rigorous training and are well-equipped, but in front of that insect, they are as fragile as ants. Every time the insect attacks The attacks are precise and deadly, as if it has unparalleled combat wisdom."

He paused, and there was a trace of contemplation in his eyes: "I witnessed that moment with my own eyes, and the intensity of that battle is still vivid in my mind. Its power made me deeply realize that we humans are facing the challenges of nature. Some creatures still seem so small.”

"However, in the vast Tyranids army, that kind of bug only belongs to the middle-level unit." The Imperial Regent slowly stood up from the gem-encrusted throne, walking calmly, with a casual grace, and walked slowly When he reached the porthole of the battleship, his gaze penetrated the thick metal shell, and he seemed to be able to directly see into the endless depths of the insect sea.

"The real Tyranids are far more powerful than you can imagine. The history of these bugs can even be traced back to an era farther than our own galaxy. Their existence is like an eternal shadow in the universe, waiting for the opportunity. . In the near future, the galaxy will be under the iron heel of the Tyranids. Trembling, they drag this star sea into endless war. Once these bugs gain flesh and blood, the threat of the Necrons will no longer be our main enemy and will completely change. The order of the universe, and we, will face unprecedented challenges.”

There was an indescribable light compassion on the face of the Imperial Regent, and his eyes were deep and heavy, as if they had penetrated the boundless dark universe. Against the backdrop of those vast stars, he seemed to have foreseen a desperate scene: the Milky Way was being mercilessly ravaged and destroyed under the iron heel of the ruthless Great Devourer. It was an unspeakable pain. He felt the struggle and lamentation of every life on the planet before its demise, as well as the unyielding and helplessness of the entire galaxy's civilization in the face of disaster.

"Great Regent of the Empire, I am really curious, where does your information come from?" Constantine leaned forward slightly, his voice was so soft that only the air could hear it, "You seem to have extraordinary insight, just like The prophet in myth can predict all kinds of changes in the future.”

Constantine's eyes flashed with inquiry, and he stared deeply at the impassive face of the Imperial Regent, trying to find any clues. He secretly wondered whether this ability was a god-given ability, or did it originate from a mysterious intelligence organization or some unknown ancient inheritance? The corners of the Imperial Regent's mouth rose slightly, as if he had anticipated Constantine's question, but was not in a hurry to answer it, leaving a trace of mysterious suspense. "

"The specific explanation of the source of this information is indeed a bit complicated, and the details and stories behind it are quite cumbersome. Just regard this information as a trace of mystery retained by the Regent of the Empire, just like the twinkling stars in the night sky, both beautiful and elusive." "Constantine's lips trembled slightly, as if there were many words surging in his chest, eager to speak out. However, just as he was about to speak, the calm and powerful voice of the Regent of the Empire, like a sudden storm, ruthlessly interrupted his speech. His words were cut off, like a silk thread cut by a blade, breaking instantly.

Constantine Constantine, as a loyal guard of the Lord of Mankind, you are responsible for guarding and conveying. I think you should have the ability to communicate with the Lord of Mankind in the warp. I have some important things in my mind, and I urgently need to have an in-depth conversation with the great emperor. After all, it is a great honor to be able to talk directly with the emperor in this vast universe. I hope you can lend me a hand and give me the opportunity to express my thoughts and confusion to the great emperor. "

Constantine faced the thorny issue of the Imperial Regent. His thoughts were frozen by ice and fell into a blank in an instant. The air around him seemed to solidify. Under the cold gaze of the majestic Imperial Regent, the Imperial Marshal seemed unusually calm. He slowly stretched out his hand from the power armor storage slot on his chest and gently opened it with a solemnity that was almost ritualistic. As the storage slot opened, an imperial universal gold coin slid into his palm. The surface of this gold coin had no gorgeous decorations, and it was plain and unadorned, just like the long history of the empire, low-key and heavy.

"This is something that the great emperor personally authorized me to solemnly hand over to you." Constantine said solemnly, and carefully placed the shining gold coin in the palm of the imperial regent with both hands.

His eyes were full of awe and respect, as if the gold coin was not made of metal, but carried the glory and mission of the empire. The imperial regent took the gold coin and felt its heavy weight, and a sense of solemnity and sacredness rose in his heart.

Constantine continued: "This gold coin not only represents the emperor's trust, but also the endless expectations of you, the regent. Please cherish it and use it as a guide and strength for the future of our empire."

The imperial regent held the gold coin tightly, with a firm light in his eyes. He knew his responsibilities and missions, and understood the deep meaning of Constantine's words. Behind this gold coin is the glory and dream of a great empire.

"This precious thing the Emperor gave me," the Imperial Regent was slightly stunned, his brows slightly frowned, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Don't you find it strange? Why did you take it out and make it public until now?" There was an unconcealable surprise in his voice, and he seemed puzzled by the delay. "Constantine's lips trembled slightly, as if there were many words surging in his chest, eager to speak out. However, just as he was about to speak, the calm and powerful voice of the Imperial Regent, like a sudden storm, ruthlessly interrupted his speech. His words were cut off, like a silk thread cut by a blade, breaking instantly.

Constantine, as a loyal guard of the Lord of Mankind, you shoulder the heavy responsibility of guarding and conveying. I think you should have the ability to communicate with the Lord of Mankind in the warp. I have some important things in my mind, and I urgently need to have an in-depth conversation with the great Emperor. After all, in this vast universe, it is a great honor to be able to talk directly with the Emperor. I hope you can lend a hand and give me the opportunity to express my thoughts and confusion to the great Emperor."

Constantine faced this thorny issue of the Imperial Regent. His thoughts were frozen by ice and instantly fell into a blank, and the air around him seemed to solidify. Under the cold gaze of the majestic Imperial Regent, the Imperial Marshal appeared unusually calm. He slowly stretched out his hand from the power armor storage slot on his chest and gently opened it with a solemnity that was almost ritualistic. As the storage slot opened, an Imperial universal gold coin slipped into his palm. The surface of the gold coin had no gorgeous decorations, it was plain and unadorned, just like the long history of the empire, low-key and heavy.

"This is something that the great emperor personally authorized me to solemnly hand over to you." Constantine said solemnly, and carefully placed the shining gold coin in the palm of the Imperial Regent with both hands.

His eyes were full of awe and respect, as if the gold coin was not made of metal, but carried the glory and mission of the empire. The Imperial Regent took the gold coin and felt its heavy weight, and a sense of solemnity and sacredness rose in his heart.

Constantine continued, "This gold coin not only represents the Emperor's trust, but also the endless expectations of you, the Regent. Please cherish it and use it as a guide and strength for the future of our empire."

The Regent of the Empire held the gold coin tightly, with a firm light in his eyes. He knew his responsibilities and missions, and understood the deep meaning of Constantine's words. Behind this gold coin is the glory and dream of a great empire.

"This precious thing given to me by the Emperor," the Regent of the Empire was slightly stunned, his brows slightly wrinkled, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Don't you think it's strange? Why didn't you take it out and make it public until now?" There was an unconcealable surprise in his voice, and he seemed puzzled by the delay. "

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Constantine explained calmly: "The Lord of Mankind has told me personally that I have the right to show it only when you ask me in person. This is out of respect for it and a recognition of your identity." He bowed slightly, with a hint of respect in his eyes.

"It seems that the Lord of Mankind has expected this situation." The Imperial Regent tightly grasped the crystal ball in his hand, feeling the cold touch from its surface, as if it was a mysterious power from ancient times. A thoughtful light flashed in his eyes, as if he was looking for answers in the deep universe.

He lowered his head slightly and pondered for a moment. The cold touch seemed to stimulate his nerves and gave him a clearer understanding of everything in front of him. A complex emotion surged in the heart of the Imperial Regent, with both awe of the Lord of Mankind and worries and expectations for the future.

In this dark secret room, the faint light emitted by the crystal ball reflected on his face, making the thoughtful expression appear more profound. He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was carefully feeling the wisdom left by the Lord of Humanity, trying to find a way to deal with the current predicament.

At first glance, this gold coin seemed to be nothing special, with a smooth surface and dull color, no different from the currency circulating on the market. However, when the Imperial Regent's fingers gently touched it, an indescribable spiritual energy fluctuation quietly emerged, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up layers of ripples. This spiritual energy is powerful and profound, as if it hides endless secrets, which makes people have a strong interest in this seemingly ordinary gold coin. The Imperial Regent knows that this gold coin is extraordinary, and the spiritual energy contained in it may lead him to explore a new field.

In the deep palace, the power of the Lord of Humanity and the spiritual energy of the Imperial Regent intersect and merge, as if two bright stars in the sky shine against each other. The Imperial Regent, the mysterious figure admired by countless people, sits on a throne inlaid with gems, surrounded by a faint halo. He slowly raised his hand, and the gold coin that looked ordinary but contained endless secrets lay quietly in his palm. His eyes were deep and firm, as if he could see through the mysteries of the universe. As his powerful spiritual energy slowly poured in, the lines on the surface of the gold coin began to glimmer, as if responding to some ancient call.