Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

However, they never complained, as if all the pain had become their silent glory. From the moment they accepted the cruel transformation surgery, they had completely regarded their souls and bodies as a cold war machine.

This revenge expedition made them shuttle around the battlefield like zombies, and every battle caused them to suffer severe physical and mental damage. But they always adhered to their beliefs and buried the flame of revenge deep in their hearts. In their eyes, there was no emotion, no fear, only endless killing and mission.

The Astartes, these warriors who once had names and body temperature, are now only left with a cold body. They wrote a series of cruel war chapters at the cost of their lives, but they never retreated. In their hearts, there was no warmth of family, no ties of family affection, only a heart beating for revenge.

In this long journey of revenge, the Astartes endured too much suffering and pain, but they never bowed to fate. They used their tenacity and courage to interpret the coldness and ruthlessness of the war machine, and also showed the tenacity and indomitable will of human beings. It is this perseverance that allows them to move forward on the road of revenge until the last moment of their lives.

They will use their lives to wipe out all enemies of the empire for the Lord of Mankind. These fearless warriors, like lightning in the dark night, shed blood and courage with unswerving determination. In their hearts, nothing can tarnish their rock-hard loyalty except death and destruction. They descended on the battlefield like angels of death, defending the dignity and freedom of mankind with supreme glory and sacrifice.

In the face of powerful enemies, they did not retreat and marched forward courageously. On the battlefield of war, they wrote a chapter of loyalty with their lives, turning every drop of blood into the power to defend their homeland. Their beliefs are like iron, steel, and the hardest rock between heaven and earth, and they cannot be shaken by the wind and clouds. In this cruel battle, they are ready to die, just to protect the glory of the Lord of Mankind. They know that their mission is sacred, noble, and great. Therefore, nothing can tarnish the loyalty of the angels of death except death and destruction. Their names will be forever engraved on the monument of history and become heroes praised by future generations.

In the vast galaxy, the empire is like a bright star, shining with an unyielding light. All this glory is due to the amazing spirit of sacrifice of those superhuman warriors. They used their lives and blood to build a solid wall for the empire to resist foreign enemies, allowing the empire to remain unmoved in an environment surrounded by enemies and survive to this day.

Whenever the people of the empire mention these great warriors, their hearts are filled with endless respect and gratitude. In gatherings or daily life, the people of the empire will naturally put their right hands on their chests, expressing their deep praise for the sacrifice of the superhuman warriors in this solemn and silent way. This is not only a praise for their bravery and fearlessness, but also an admiration for their noble spirit of selfless dedication.

These superhuman warriors interpreted the true meaning of loyalty and courage with their lives. Their names and deeds, like bright stars, are forever engraved on the monument of the Empire's history. Their sacrifice has become the eternal pride in the hearts of the people of the Empire and a symbol of the Empire's indomitable spirit.

Behind the Astartes, followed closely by the tactical dreadnought mechas of various regiments. These mechas are different from the common Space Marines. They are more unique and solemn. These fighting brothers who voluntarily walked into the sarcophagus and buried themselves in it seemed to carry a supreme honor and spirit of sacrifice, which made people stand in awe. They are not only warriors, but also the embodiment of faith. Their figures on the battlefield are like shining stars, guiding the direction of the Space Marines. These tactical dreadnought mechas are like works of art given life. Every trace of welding and every metal part reveal a deep awe. Their existence is not only a deterrent to the enemy, but also a protection for their comrades. When people face them, they naturally have a high respect in their hearts.

Although their bodies have been ruthlessly destroyed by the war and become broken, these heroes still hold on to their inner beliefs and are unwilling to accept the Emperor's final mercy and compassion. In their eyes, although life has lost its luster, faith and glory will never be extinguished. The Dreadnought, like a miracle, gave them a second life and allowed them to be reborn in the mechanical shell.

These heroes, with scars and fatigue all over their bodies, still bravely stood at the forefront of the Emperor and mankind. They are no longer afraid of the threat of death, because under the protection of the Dreadnought, they can get rid of the shackles of the flesh and devote all their strength to the battle to defend their homeland. With firm will and tenacious perseverance, they continue to fight for the cause of the Emperor and mankind, and interpret loyalty and bravery with actions.

In this second journey of life, they are no longer ordinary people, but the sword in the hands of the Emperor and the patron saint of mankind. They take mecha as their home, take fighting as their pleasure, and are not afraid of hardships or strong enemies. Even in the toughest battles, they are able to display amazing fighting power and win victory for the Emperor and Humanity.

The stories of these heroes, like legendary myths, inspire countless people to move forward courageously. Their existence is not only a kind of power, but also a kind of belief, a spirit of never giving up. The Dreadnought gave them a second life, and they used their lives to compose an eternal hymn for the Emperor and mankind.

Behind the majestic figure of the Dreadnought, there are tens of millions of Astra Militarum Corps. They are not angels of death transformed by precise surgery, but a group of brave and fearless mortals. Compared with those cold-blooded mechanical warriors, the tenacity and bravery of these ordinary soldiers are more awe-inspiring. With their flesh and blood, they shoulder the mission of the sea of ​​stars. In the face of the unknown and fear, they still move forward firmly, showing a courage and determination beyond ordinary people.

In the vast interstellar space, mortal warriors shoulder the mission of protecting their homes, but they do not have the superhuman bodies of Astartes warriors, the powerful bodies that can wreak havoc on the battlefield. They also don't have the sophisticated feedback power armor equipped by the battle sisters, the advanced equipment that can enhance combat effectiveness and improve survival rate. All they have are those simple and old laser guns in their hands, which may seem insignificant on the cruel stage of interstellar war.

However, despite the backward equipment, these mortal warriors are burning with infinite loyalty to the Golden Throne. It is a throne that symbolizes power and glory, and it is the belief that they are willing to sacrifice their lives for. On the battlefield, they fight against those enemies with high-tech equipment with firm beliefs and tenacious will. Their loyalty, like a sharp sword, points directly to the heart of the enemy, making those enemies who despise them pay a heavy price.

Although these warriors are ordinary, their spirit is incomparably noble. They interpret the meaning of loyalty with their lives and defend the dignity of their homeland with their blood. On this interstellar battlefield, they are the most inconspicuous stars, but also the most dazzling existence. Their stories may not be recorded in history, but their spirit will always inspire those who come after them to march forward for the Golden Throne, for faith, and for glory. On the bloody battlefield, the mortal warriors proved their infinite loyalty to the Empire again and again with fearless courage and firm belief. They may not be as powerful as the Astartes warriors, but their existence is like a solid cornerstone that supports the stability of the entire battle sequence. If the Astartes are the sharp knives in the battle sequence, piercing the enemy's defenses quickly and accurately, then the mortal warriors are the solid foundation, unknown but crucial, and they guard every inch of the Empire with tenacious perseverance.

In the cruel war environment, these mortal warriors shed sweat and blood. They have no extraordinary power, no advanced weapons and equipment, but they have an unswerving will and deep feelings for the Empire. Some of them may fall in battle, but their sacrifice will only make the remaining warriors more determined to move forward. It is these ordinary warriors who have used their lives and blood to build the empire's indestructible defense line.

The Astartes warriors are undoubtedly the pinnacle of the empire's combat power. They are invincible and are true heroes on the battlefield. However, without the silent support of mortal warriors, the glory of Astartes cannot last. These mortal warriors may not have the opportunity to go down in history, but their contributions are an indispensable force behind the glory of the empire. Their existence is like an unshakable cornerstone, providing a solid foundation for the victory of the empire.

In this world, the so-called heroes do not really have extraordinary powers. Some... are just a group of ordinary people in military uniforms. They don't have three heads and six arms, nor do they have magical magic. They just hold weapons and use their flesh and blood to protect another group of ordinary people.

These ordinary people may have been farmers working in the fields, or teachers teaching in the classroom, or pedestrians in a busy city. But when they put on military uniforms and shouldered the heavy responsibility of defending their homes and countries, they became the guardians of the people and defended the peace of their homes with their lives.

They are not afraid of dangers and march forward bravely. Facing the enemy's artillery fire, they stand up and use firm beliefs and tenacious perseverance to build a solid line of defense for the country's peace and prosperity. In this land, countless heroic deeds have been praised, but the essence of heroes is always those ordinary people who silently dedicate themselves, are selfless and fearless.

So, when we talk about heroes, please don't forget that they are not mythical figures that are out of reach, but ordinary people around us who wear military uniforms. They use their ordinary bodies to write extraordinary legends and guard our homes and future.

In the first rays of the morning sun, the double-headed eagle badges worn by mortal warriors seem to be given life, and they flash dazzling light under the touch of the sun. These warriors, they come from every corner of the galaxy, and each of them carries the hope and glory of their own planet. They take firm and orderly steps, and every step seems to announce their existence to the universe. With resolute eyes and faces filled with desire for victory and vision for the future, they walked fearlessly towards the Triumphal Square, a symbol of glory and victory. There, they will write a new chapter for the peace and prosperity of the galaxy with their courage and strength.

In the long river of history, the names of these mortal warriors may not be known, but their selfless dedication and heroic deeds are like bright stars, forever embedded in the memory of the Empire. Their figures are brave and fearless on the battlefield, and they build lines of defense with their flesh and blood to protect the tranquility and peace of mankind. Although the years pass and their names disappear, the Empire will always remember their great contributions to mankind. Their spirit will inspire generations of successors to continue to move forward and protect this prosperous land.

With complex emotions, the people of the Empire watched the mighty Astra Militarum gradually disappear on the horizon. At this moment, the land of Terra suddenly began to tremble slightly, as if some huge power was awakening. Countless pairs of eyes stared into the distance, witnessing this shocking scene. In the shocked eyes of the people of the Empire, a huge shadow slowly rose, covering the originally bright sunshine.

Those were the war machines from the Mechanicus, and they had a terrifying power. This huge mechanical beast seemed like a bright star on the land of Terra, emitting a cold light. Its complex mechanical structure shone silver in the sun, looking extremely delicate and cold. It sent a deafening roar to the sky, and the sound was like thunder exploding, shaking everyone's heart.

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The air around seemed to solidify at this moment, people's heartbeats accelerated, and they held their breath nervously. The roar echoed in the air, as if foreshadowing an earth-shaking change is coming. The eyes of the people of the empire were both awed and uneasy. They knew that this war machine of the Mechanicus would be a dazzling landscape on the battlefield in the future. And this was just the prelude to the performance on the land of Terra, and a more magnificent chapter had just begun.

In the huge array of the Titan Legion, the smallest Knight-class Titan held its head high and stood bravely at the forefront of the queue. Its delicate body seemed like a drop of water in the ocean, but it exuded unparalleled majesty. Hundreds of Knight Titans followed closely behind, marching forward slowly with the grace and lightness of a fox in a symphony-like pace.

Each Knight Titan seemed like a carefully crafted work of art, their movements were coordinated, as if a mysterious force had closely linked them together.