Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Those tragic scenes, terrifying roars, and endless sacrifices will forever become footnotes of history and will never be mentioned again.

That war was like a nightmare, unforgettable. Every participant and every witness was deeply affected by it. However, for the future of the empire, to maintain order and peace, we chose to forget. Forget the pain, forget the sorrow, forget the irreparable losses. Because only by forgetting can we start again and lead the empire to a more glorious future. So, Imperial Regent, please put aside this curiosity. Let those old memories sleep in the long river of time, and don't disturb them again. Our mission is to look forward and create new history, not to indulge in the sorrow of the past. ””

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“But this is the will of the Emperor,” the Imperial Regent slowly tapped the table in front of him, his eyes deep and firm, as if he could see through everything, “On the other side of the Damocles Gulf, the alien race ‘Tau’ is rising at an alarming rate. Their power should not be underestimated, and behind the glamorous and beautiful Tau Empire, there are hidden figures of the Randan aliens. This mysterious power is like a beast lurking in the dark, ready to move at any time.”

The Imperial Regent frowned slightly, he knew the seriousness of this problem. The rise of the Tau Empire will undoubtedly pose a threat to the order of the entire galaxy, and the participation of the Randan aliens makes the situation even more confusing. He needs to pay close attention to this trend and make full preparations for the future safety of the empire. ”

“This is absolutely impossible. The mighty power of Lion King and the terrifying spell of the Dark Angel have already dragged Randan into the abyss. The bipolar cyclone torpedoes were like the Last Judgment, ruthlessly turning all of Randan's buildings, lives, and hopes into ashes. Those abominable alien creatures had absolutely no chance of surviving this devastating blow. "Guilliman frowned, his eyes revealing deep doubts. He was still unwilling to accept the incredible fact that Randan still existed.

He knew the power of Lion King and the Dark Angels, which was enough to destroy everything. The destructive power of the bipolar cyclone torpedoes was unparalleled, and it could raze all obstacles to the ground in an instant. Under such an attack, how could Randan still have a glimmer of life?

Guilliman's heart was filled with doubts and uneasiness. He could not understand the shocking fact in front of him. But no matter how unwilling he was to believe it, the facts were in front of him, forcing him to face this cruel truth.

The Primarch obviously had his own considerations. His resolute silence was like the bottomless night sky, deep and mysterious. Although the Imperial Regent had many doubts in his heart, he was not The kind of person who doesn't know his limits. He knew very well that a being like Guilliman would not keep secrets for no reason, and there must be complex reasons behind it that he couldn't understand. Therefore, facing Guilliman's silence, the Imperial Regent had to suppress his doubts and stop forcing him. He knew that if Guilliman was willing to talk, he would naturally speak. And now, he could only wait patiently, waiting for Guilliman to break the silence himself.

The Imperial Regent patted Guilliman's shoulder gently, with deep trust and expectation in his eyes. Then, he slowly turned around and walked out of this space silently, leaving this tranquility and respect completely to the Primarch alone. At that moment, the surroundings seemed to freeze in time, leaving only Guilliman's resolute figure, facing unknown challenges and glory alone.

Under the dim light , Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, sat quietly on a hardwood chair, surrounded by a faint shadow. His figure seemed to blend into the dark environment, but his deep eyes kept flashing with complex light, like the bright stars in the night sky. Although he tried his best to maintain the calm on the surface, from the fluctuations revealed in his eyes, Guilliman's heart was obviously not as calm as his appearance. The heart that had experienced countless battles and life and death tests was now facing a more severe test.

The Imperial Regent knew that it was almost impossible to obtain any valuable intelligence from Guilliman, a shrewd intelligence officer. However, this did not mean that the intelligence investigation on the "Battle of Randan" could stop here. Despite the difficulties, for the benefit of the Empire To gain more benefits, they had to continue to dig deeper and uncover the mysteries behind this battle.

Under the prosperous appearance of the empire, there are countless enemies who covet its glory. The opponents that can be highly valued by the human motherboard undoubtedly have the ability to cause great damage to the empire. As the regent of the empire, Gawain is well aware of his heavy responsibility. He must use firm determination and keen insight to strangle all threats that may endanger the empire in the cradle.

Gawain understands that the safety of the empire is related to the fate of hundreds of millions of people, and any small hidden danger may turn into an irreversible disaster. Therefore, he always remains vigilant and pays close attention to the movements around him. Facing those forces that secretly plan and attempt to undermine the stability of the empire, Gawain will never show mercy. He wants to completely crush their ambitions and conspiracies.

In the long history of the empire, Gawain is not the first regent to face such challenges. However, he is well aware of the responsibilities and missions he shoulders, so he cannot slack off at all. He firmly believes that only by strangling the threat in the cradle can the empire be forever stable and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

In order to achieve this goal, Gawain devoted himself to strengthening the empire's defense system, improving the combat effectiveness of the army, and at the same time strengthening the rectification of internal affairs to ensure the country's political stability. He firmly believes that no enemy is vulnerable to the empire's might. And he himself will become the staunchest defender in the history of the empire.

The war that took place during the Great Crusade has disappeared without a trace in the long river of history, as if it had been swallowed up by time. Even in the Tower of Hegemony of the Forbidden Army, which symbolizes supreme power, there is no record of it. If the Imperial Regent wants to know the details of the Battle of Randan, he must turn his attention to those warriors who have experienced the Great Crusade. They may be able to dig out that sealed history from the depths of their memory and bring the truth of that war back to the world.

Among the many candidates, the former Marshal Constantine is undoubtedly an extremely suitable candidate. Not only did he excel in military ability and win widespread respect and trust, but he was also known for his integrity and fairness in dealing with people. Such qualities enable him to gain the support and support of everyone when he holds this important position. Therefore, Constantine's name naturally came to mind as the perfect candidate for this position.

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"Are you interested in the details of the Battle of Randan?" Constantine gently placed the shining spear of the sun on the weapon rack, his eyes showing a deep contemplation, "I myself am not I don’t know the specific details of the Ran Dan War, which happened before I was born. However, I can find people who witnessed that fierce battle, and the stories they told will definitely make you immersed in it.”

He smiled slightly and continued: "The Battle of Ran Dan was a magnificent battle, and there are still many legends circulating among the people. Although I cannot describe it to you personally, I believe that those who have personally participated in the battle, their The memory must be full of traces of blood and fire, and their stories must contain unknown bravery and tenacity.”

Constantine paused for a moment, slowly raised his eyes from the document in his hand, smiled politely, and then said in a gentle but firm tone: "Please come with me, you need to read the next part in person, I believe You'll be interested." There was a reassuring light in his eyes, as if to tell the other person, don't worry, everything is under control. "

Under the guidance of Constantine, the Imperial Regent slowly entered the depths of the Royal Palace of Terra. They walked through the long corridors and finally reached the lowest level of the palace. It seems extremely dark here, without any form of lighting equipment installed, as if it is a corner that time has forgotten. In this darkness, the flickering candle in the hand of the Forbidden Marshal was particularly eye-catching. It not only illuminated the surrounding environment, but also became the only source of light in this ancient building. The faint candlelight danced in the quiet air, bringing a touch of life to the deep darkness.

"This is the holding facility beneath the Palace of Terra, a mysterious place hidden deep underground. Here, items related to Chaos Demons, alien creations that may hide the power of pollution, and records of ancient and powerful spiritual beings can be found here. Magic books that can perform spells are strictly sealed. In this way, some prisoners who had committed horrific crimes and were judged to be extremely dangerous were also isolated in this secret space. Constantine explained softly, with a deep and cautious tone in his tone, as if he was speaking. Remind people of the unknowns and dangers contained here.”

"Are the witnesses of Ran Dan's war the prisoners held in this cold and damp cell?" The imperial regent gently raised his deep eyebrows, with a trace of imperceptible doubt in his eyes, "Or, then A legendary Astartes is among them?"

He walked slowly, his eyes scanning every corner of the cell, as if he could see those war-torn years through the thick stone walls. The prisoners lowered their heads and remained silent, their faces full of exhaustion and despair, but no one dared to look directly at the powerful regent.

"Astartes, that name that once made enemies fearful, could it really appear in a place like this?" He asked again, with a hint of unnoticeable expectation in his voice.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and only the sound of heavy chains and the occasional low moan broke the silence. A trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the Imperial Regent, and he knew that the truth would soon come to light. "

"Not the Astartes." There was a trace of imperceptible sadness in the voice of the Admiral of the Imperial Army, as if he was recounting a dusty past event. He said slowly: "His name has now been ruthlessly washed away by the torrent of time and disappeared in the long river of history. In the cold corner of the shelter, he no longer has a resounding name, only a cold one. Number - 'No.

“No. Among that huge legion, the only one who has the ability to be imprisoned in a secret cell under the palace and undergo the most rigorous surveillance and testing is the Primarch, who has a noble status and is responsible for the future of the empire.

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This Primarch is the soul of the 11th Legion. His existence is both hope and potential threat to the Empire. His genes contain the power to change the fate of the Empire. It is this power that makes him a secret prisoner under the palace. In the mind of the Imperial Regent, the cell numbered "No. ⅩI" seems to be a door to an unknown world, behind which lies the future direction of the Empire.

Every corner and every brick and stone seem to tell the past of this Primarch. Every look and every movement of his reveals a power and wisdom beyond ordinary people. Although he was imprisoned in the underground of the palace, his influence far exceeds that cell and permeates all aspects of the Empire.

The Imperial Regent knows that the importance of this Primarch cannot be ignored. He may be the key to the rise of the Empire, or the fuse of the collapse of the Empire. Therefore, he must always be vigilant, both to ensure the safety of the Primarch and to prevent him from becoming a potential threat to the Empire. And "No. ⅩI", this simple name, has become his eternal concern and warning.

"This is it." Constantine's steps suddenly became heavy, and he stopped in front of an ancient building. His eyes were like a sharp knife, piercing through the dust of the years and tightly locked in front of this mysterious door. The surrounding environment seemed to be still at this moment, only the breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness from the ancient stone wall. In the deep eyes of the imperial regent, what slowly came into view was an ancient and mysterious steel door. The door was covered with thick dust, as if it was a trace left by the years, covering up its former glory. Thousands of tin seals were densely imprinted on the door, each of which was unique, like an ancient spell, guarding the secrets behind the door. These tin seals were distributed in every corner of the door, some were already blurred, and some were still shining, but without exception, they all looked solemn and sacred. The gaps between the gates were filled with carefully molten steel, and after cooling, they formed an integrated solid structure, making any attempt to pass through seem futile. The molten steel flowed on the door like solidified blood, giving people a cold and ruthless feeling.