Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The fleet shuttled through the atmosphere of Terra, with a fiery tail flame spurting out from its tail, like a fire dragon passing through the sky, shocking every creature that witnessed this magnificent scene. After half a year of voyage in the subspace, the members of the fleet were all exhausted, but their eyes were full of determination and expectation, because they knew that they were about to usher in a new era.

The surface of Terra gradually became clear in the fleet's vision. The vast land, the blue ocean, and the rolling mountains, everything seemed so fresh and familiar. Although they had crossed half of the universe, they felt like they had returned to their long-lost home. The successful landing of the Imperial Regent's expeditionary fleet on Terra not only marked another expansion of the Empire's territory, but also the beginning of the exchange and integration of the Imperial civilization and the Terra civilization.

The Heart of Terra, the flagship symbolizing the glory of the Empire, and a small number of loyal crew members were left in the lunar orbit, quietly guarding the silent and mysterious space. At this critical moment, the Regent of the Empire personally took action. He and the former Marshal of the Imperial Guard, Constantine, boarded the Thunder Eagle gunboat, crossed the darkness of the stars, and slowly sailed towards the Terra Palace.

In this vast starry sky, the Thunder Eagle gunboat was like a sharp arrow, cutting through the night and shuttling between the stars. The Regent of the Empire sat in the boat with a serious and firm expression. He stared through the porthole at the distant planet, where they shared their common mission and glory. Marshal Constantine sat beside him. Although the years had left marks on his face, the former leader of the Imperial Guard, his eyes were still bright and revealed an indomitable fighting spirit.

The reason why they chose to return to the Terra Palace at this time was because the Empire was facing an unprecedented crisis. And they, as the pillars of the Empire, must return to the center of power as soon as possible to stabilize the situation and ensure the long-term stability of the Empire. The Thunder Eagle gunboat slowly landed on the square of the Terra Palace. They walked out of the cabin and stepped onto this familiar yet unfamiliar land. The magnificent buildings of the Terra Palace looked even more solemn in the night, as if waiting for their return.

On the magnificent apron of the palace, the current Imperial Regent Robert Guilliman looked serious and upright, his eyes staring into the distance like a sharp sword. Beside him, the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guards, Trajan, also maintained a vigilant posture, his eyes were firm, like indestructible steel. Both of them had been waiting here for a long time, and the silent air seemed to be filled with a tense atmosphere. They were obviously waiting for the arrival of an important moment or person.

As the gate of the magnificent palace slowly opened, the two prominent generals, Trajan and Guilliman, stepped into this holy place that symbolized the authority of the Empire. They strode with their heads held high, their eyes full of reverence and admiration, and came to the Imperial Regent. In a solemn atmosphere, they performed a Sky Eagle Salute to the great Imperial leader with the most solemn attitude. It was the highest level of etiquette in the Empire, representing endless loyalty and respect.

"Welcome to the victory, the great Imperial Regent." Trajan's voice was loud and firm, echoing in the empty hall, shaking people's hearts like thunder. Guilliman followed closely behind, his eyes were like torches, and his tone was also full of respect: "Your wisdom and courage are the source of our empire's prosperity."

Their actions were not only a respect for the Imperial Regent himself, but also a tribute to the glorious history of the entire empire. At this solemn moment, the entire hall seemed to freeze time, and everyone's heart was full of admiration for this great leader.

"You have worked hard too." The Imperial Regent gently brushed away the dust on his robe and showed a gentle smile, "During the time I was away from the court, there shouldn't be any major problems on Terra? After all, our country has many talented people and the government is in order. I believe you can handle everything properly." His eyes revealed deep expectations and trust. "

Trajan shook his head slightly, revealing a hint of emotion in his tone: "'No', since Lord Guilliman returned to Terra with glory and respect, the entire throne world seems to have been renewed under his influence, and everything has returned to the right track. Although there are some subtle changes in the Mechanicus, it seems that something is brewing in secret, but overall, both social order and people's lives are moving forward steadily towards a brighter future. Whether it is economic prosperity or cultural revival, all aspects are moving in a good direction, which is gratifying. ””

The Imperial Regent of the Mechanicus narrowed his unfathomable eyes, raised his thick eyebrows, and spoke with a barely perceptible chill: "What on earth are those oil men doing? Their every move is under my surveillance. Have they forgotten who is the real master of this huge empire?"”

"In that operation, the warriors of the Imperial Fist were extremely brave and successfully seized the Soul Lance, but they also angered the Mechanicus. They used the insufficient production capacity of the Forge World as an excuse to announce a reduction of 30% in the armaments originally promised to be delivered to various Astartes regiments. "Trajan answered the Imperial Regent's question with a heavy tone and a solemn expression, and a trace of unconcealable worry flashed in his eyes.

"Those guys are really crazy, they don't take anyone seriously at all." The Imperial Regent narrowed his eyes slightly, with an imperceptible cold light in his eyes, "Have the envoys from Terra already negotiated with the Mechanicus? Have you negotiated? They don’t really think that they can easily shake the foundation of the empire on their own.”

He tapped the table lightly, as if thinking about some profound issue, and then continued: "In this turbulent era, any rash action may lead to irreparable consequences. We need to ensure that every step is steady and cautious, No force can be allowed to take advantage of it.”

His brows wrinkled slightly, looking a little displeased: "I have already seen through Terra's intentions. They want to use the power of the Mechanicus to restrict us. This kind of small move is really disgusting. We must take measures to let them Understand that the majesty of the empire cannot be challenged.”

"We have already negotiated, but to no avail." Guilliman said with a heavy tone. His fingers slowly clenched into fists, and veins stood out on his pale skin. From the tight corners of his mouth and furrowed brows, it was clear that the Primarch was extremely angry and disappointed with the actions of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

His eyes flashed with raging anger, as if he wanted to burn everything in front of him. Although he had been trying to stay calm, the uncontrollable emotions still surged like a tide, making his heart even heavier. Guilliman knew very well that the actions of the Adeptus Mechanicus had seriously violated the beliefs and bottom line he adhered to, and he could not easily compromise on this conflict. "You don't need to worry too much about the Mechanicus. Just wait for a while, and they will naturally send the withheld military supplies to the camps of each battle group." The Imperial Regent paused slightly, looking at He glanced at everyone's faces, and his tone contained unquestionable authority. "By the way, I don't seem to have seen the Great Sage Kaul. Why is he absent today?"

The Imperial Regent's voice was low and firm, revealing an unquestionable majesty. He waved his hand gently, indicating that everyone should not worry too much. He knew that the Mechanicum's problems were only temporary, and they would eventually realize the power and inviolability of the Empire. The absence of the great sage Caul made him feel a little uneasy. This embodiment of the light of wisdom has always been a core figure in the empire's decision-making circles. There must be a reason for his absence. "

"Caul is in the experimental field underground in the palace." Guilliman took over the Imperial Regent's words calmly, with a hint of imperceptible seriousness in his voice, "He has spent a century in the dark depths. For a long time, according to rumors, he is working on a super weapon with unlimited potential, which may completely change the future direction of our empire. "

Guilliman's eyes flashed with curiosity and worry, and he continued: "The laboratory is hidden deep underground, surrounded by solid alloy walls, as if isolated from the world. Caul, the empire's top scientist, His name is known to everyone in the empire, but few people know his specific actions in that mysterious space. We can only get a glimpse of the progress of his research from those sporadic reports. "

He sighed softly, with a trace of helplessness in his tone: "Those reports mentioned that Caul has made shocking progress in the experiment, but it is also accompanied by great risks. If this weapon can succeed, , will give us unparalleled power, and can even resist threats from distant galaxies. However, once it fails, the consequences will be unimaginable and may even trigger turmoil in the entire empire."

Guilliman frowned. He knew the weight of this research, and at the same time he was full of respect for Caul's persistence and courage: "We can only wait, waiting for his final research results. And during this time, all we have What we can do is to provide him with all necessary support for his research and be prepared for various possibilities.”

"I understand." The Imperial Regent nodded slightly, his expression serious and focused. From the detailed narratives of Trajan and the original body, he gradually pieced together the complicated current situation of the world of Terra. It was a world full of unknowns and challenges, and as the supreme ruler of the empire, he must always keep a clear mind to deal with any possible changes.

After careful consideration, the Imperial Regent became interested in Guilliman's vision for the future of the Empire. He realized that the mighty Primarch's vision might have far-reaching consequences for the future development of the Imperium. Therefore, he decided to conduct an in-depth discussion with Guilliman himself in order to gain a more complete understanding of the Primarch's views and philosophy.

The Prince Regent knew that as a primarch with outstanding intelligence and outstanding military exploits, Guilliman's vision for the future of the Empire must contain unique insights and profound strategic thinking. Against this backdrop, the Prince Regent felt the need to take matters into his own hands and initiate a profound and fruitful dialogue with Guilliman.

He arranged a secret meeting with Guilliman face to face in the most secret palace of the Empire. Here, they can freely discuss the future of the empire without interference from the outside world. The Imperial Regent is looking forward to this, and he believes that this discussion will point the way for the future development of the Empire.

In the magnificent conference room of the Terra Palace, the Imperial Regent, dressed in a luxurious purple robe, sat at one end of the long table, his eyes as sharp as a torch, confronting the Primarch who was as steady as a mountain opposite. He stared deeply at the blue giant sitting beside him, whose body was shining with a faint blue light, as if it contained endless power. In the eyes of the Imperial Regent, there was a mixture of praise, doubt and vigilance at this moment, and the light flickered, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, which was fascinating. In this quiet and tense atmosphere, a secret meeting about the future of the empire was slowly opening.

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"I know you have many questions in your mind, honorable Regent of the Empire." Guilliman's movements were graceful and calm. He slowly poured each of them a glass of deep red wine, the color of which was like the sunset glow. "Indeed, as the intelligence you have revealed, I have shaped myself into the undisputed dictator of Terra. This may surprise you, even a little shocking, but this is the choice I made." Guilliman's eyes flashed with a deep light. He gently shook the goblet in his hand, letting the wine swirl in the glass, reflecting his firm determination. "My move is for the stability and prosperity of Terra. Perhaps some people will question my desire for power, but I want to tell you that everything I do is for the future of Terra." His voice was low and powerful, revealing unquestionable authority. "

The Primarch slowly placed the wine glass filled with amber liquid in front of the Regent of the Empire, his posture was both solemn and calm. He gently pushed the wine glass so that it was just on the right hand side of the Regent, and then began to slowly narrate his vision for the future of the Empire.

His eyes were deep and full of enthusiasm, and his voice was low but clear and powerful, echoing in the quiet hall. He talked about the expansion of the Empire's territory, the expectation of internal reform, the care for the welfare of the people, and the importance of the inheritance of the Empire's civilization. Every word was like a carefully carved gem, reflecting his grand ambitions.

In the late period of the Great Crusade, the wheel of history Slowly approaching a new turning point, at this critical moment, the birth of the High Lords Council is undoubtedly an epoch-making initiative. In essence, this council is not a closely connected power center, but a loose alliance system. It closely links the top figures in various fields within the empire to form a new power structure.

The Pope of the State Religion, as the leader of the spiritual faith of the empire, represents the will of hundreds of millions of believers, and he occupies a pivotal position in the High Lords Council. Mars Casting General, who masters the most advanced technology and manufacturing industry in the empire, his participation has brought strong material support to the council.