Warhammer 40k: Collector of Terra

Chapter 7 Chaos God Chosen Champion

Amidst a dull sound of airflow, the hatch of the torpedo slowly opened!Milky white low-temperature gas filled the air between the cabins, and along with it came a suffocating sense of chill.

"Those who betray the glory of the Emperor will be killed without mercy!" A voice as cold as metal came, "In the name of the Forbidden Army, I grant you death!!!"

A golden guard spear shot out from the depths of the white mist!In front of this weapon that embodies the empire's pinnacle technology, the betrayer's power armor, which was blessed by the gods, is as ridiculous as paper.

The garrison spear effortlessly penetrated the chests of the two betrayers, and then penetrated the metal partition of the battleship with a deafening roar, nailing them to the cold deck.

Facing the murderous imperial guard in front of them, the betrayers looked at each other, and they all saw a trace of fear on each other's faces.

As eternal soldiers who had experienced the Horus Heresy, they certainly knew what the word "Customs" meant.

Every birth of a Custodian is a recurrence of miracles.

Unlike the shoddy organ implantation procedures of the Astartes, the Custodes created using genetic technology and bio-alchemy can be called a work of art.

Even a Custodian who has just stepped out of the training chamber is powerful enough to easily crush a squad of Space Marines.

During that magnificent Great Crusade, it was precisely because of the fighting side by side between the Imperial Guard and the Space Marines that the empire's territory was able to expand to more than half of the galaxy in a short period of time.

There are people in the Black Legion who have fought side by side with the Forbidden Army, and it is precisely because of this that they are very aware of the terror of this group of golden guys.

The moment the Forbidden Army appeared, all the betrayers present were sentenced to death!All struggles are in vain and death will come as expected.

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Planet surface.

At this moment, the original body and the Sons of the Fire Dragon were not aware of the changes that had occurred inside the Chaos battleship.

Under the will of the Primarch, the commander of the Salamander Squad led [-]% of the Astartes deeper into the ruins of the hive.

The mission that Commander Salamander received was to use all means to destroy the Hand of Darkness when nothing could be done.

The original body will lead the remaining Salamander warriors to delay the advancement of the Black Legion as much as possible.

For the Salamander warriors who followed the Primarch, this battle might be their last.

But as stated before, as the Emperor's Angels of Death, the Astartes never feared death.

They are all glorious sons of the Fire Dragon, and they will carry the banner of the Salamander and stand on the battlefield until the last moment.

The betrayer is coming faster than the Primarch thought!

Through some unknown subspace magic, the psychic wizards among the Black Legion "saw" the location of the Hand of Darkness.

Also "seen" with the Dark Hand were the Primarch and the Astartes surrounding him.

The height of ordinary Astartes is less than [-] meters. Even the Salamander Legion, which is famous for being stupid, big, black and thick, rarely has individuals over three meters tall.

And Gawain, who was surrounded by the sons of the fire dragon in the center, reached a terrifying height of four and a half meters!There is no doubt that that is a powerful son of the emperor!

Such a horrific discovery left the psychic wizard in shock.But when the psychic wizard informed Carlos of his discovery, the Lord of the Black Legion did not show too much impatience.

As someone who personally experienced the massacre at the landing site, Carlos knows one thing very well!Each Primarch is extremely powerful, but they are not invincible.

Just like Ferrus Manus and Sanguinius back then, as long as the damage caused was enough, not even the Emperor's own children could escape the fate of falling.

[Destroyer] Carlos is one of the few Chaos believers among the Black Legion who has a certain belief.

As the Chosen Champion of Chaos from Khorne, Carlos's strength is unquestionable!

In an extremely angry situation, the strength that Carlos can unleash can even rival that of the Primarch before he ascended to the devil.

For believers of the evil god, without awakening to the essence of subspace, even the Primarch is just a slightly more powerful mortal.

Carlos has enough confidence to chop off Gawain's head!Today, thousands of years after the fall of Horus Luperkar, the Gene-Father, the children of Horus will once again kill a Primarch.

Aided by the sorcery of the Warp, the traitors of the Black Legion soon reached the Primarch.

More than three hundred veterans of the Black Legion, plus Carlos, the Chosen Champion of Khorne...

As you can imagine, this will be an extremely difficult battle.

Gawain raised the chainsword in his hand, and the Sons of the Fire Dragon guarded the original body, ready for the battle.

The traitors of the Black Legion were overwhelmingly superior in numbers, but to the Primarch's surprise, Lord Carlos of the Black Legion was not in a hurry to order an attack.

"Salute to you, respected Primarch!" Carlos, covered in muscles, came to the Primarch and performed an extremely blasphemous courtesy to Gawain.

"I don't need the respect of the betrayer." The original body's pupils were full of indifference, "The aura of chaos on your body... makes me sick!"

"I don't care what you think of me." Carlos' body began to evaporate with a red aura, and some unparalleled terrifying power was brewing in the betrayer's body.

"As a believer of the Lord of Brass, I only worship power! I just need a hearty battle and an exhilarating death duel!!" The chain sword in Carlos's hand began to roar.

"This battle will determine both victory and death! Please witness the great Lord of Brass. I will kill a son of the Emperor with my own hands today!"

Carlos's crazy roar echoed above the ruins, and his bloody will to fight tore through the curtain between reality and illusion, reaching the highest sky.

The Lord of Skulls, sitting on the brass throne, opened his eyes. This bloody will to fight gave Khorne a sense of long-lost pleasure.

Compared with the death-match of a divinely chosen champion, the battle in the bloody arena before you is just a small fight.

For the first time in hundreds of years, the Lord of Brass removed his gaze from the bloody arena and cast his gaze on the physical universe.

At the end of his sight, Khorne saw Carlos, the Chosen Champion!

Of all the chosen champions, Carlos is the one favored by Khorne.

Every few decades, the Lord of the Black Legion will offer a grand and spectacular death to the Lord of Brass.

(End of this chapter)