Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Shield Captain Valerian turned on the battleship's global broadcast.

Nowadays, when astronomical communications are blocked, this primitive and inefficient communication method has become the only feasible means of information transmission in the hazy star field.

The radio waves that were imperceptible to the naked eye spread out to the vast universe with the Emperor's Eye as the center! At this moment, the Primarch's slightly hoarse declaration echoed throughout the communication frequency band of the entire Gothic Sector.

"In the name of the Emperor, I, the Primarch Gawain, will carry out the appointed mission! We are loyal to the Emperor, and by the grace of the Golden Throne, I declare an extermination order for the Imperial World [Onsvold]."

"I will hereby sign the death sentence of an entire world and annihilate billions of souls without distinction! May all sins be attributed to me, may the justice of the Empire protect everything, and may the great Emperor protect the souls of the dead!"

The Primarch's heavy voice was transmitted through the radio waves to every Imperial world in the Gothic Sector!

Whether it was the Astra Militarum on duty, the farmers busy in the fields, or the ordinary workers in the Imperial factories, they all stopped their work at this moment.

The people of the Empire looked up at the sky, and everyone knew very well that light years away... an Imperial world was heading towards its destined destruction.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for this sad moment to finally arrive.

In the command module of the Emperor's Eye.

The Primarch used his fingerprint to unlock the launch program of the cyclone torpedo. With a dull mechanical sound, a giant mechanical arm hundreds of meters high hoisted the dark-painted cyclone torpedo into the launch bay.

Gawain looked at Onswold in the distance. Even though the traitors had been expelled, the green poisonous cloud still filled every corner of the planet.

Except for a few hundred nobles who were still alive, this prosperous planet was already lifeless! The Primarch sighed and slowly but firmly pressed the launch button of the Extermination Order.

The piercing alarm sounded in every corner of the Emperor's Eye! Dangerous warning runes were jumping on every screen in the battleship.

The Guards and the Living Saints followed the Primarch and watched the moment of the planet's destruction with Gawain.

In a silent roar, a torpedo several thousand meters long was blasted out of the bomb bay! The torpedo loaded with concentrated promethium dragged a bright tail flame and rushed straight towards Onsvold.

The moment the cyclone torpedo rushed into the planet's atmosphere, the detonator hidden in the warhead activated automatically! In an instant, more than three thousand tons of concentrated promethium were thrown into every corner of the atmosphere.

After a short yet long silence, a bright fire light quietly appeared!

The terrifyingly high temperature generated by the burning of promethium ignited the planet's atmosphere. In just over ten minutes, the entire planet was engulfed in blazing flames.

The huge temperature difference between the atmosphere and the ground caused thousands of giant tornadoes, and the high-temperature blue flames were carried by strong winds and covered every corner of the earth.

The giant trusses supporting the hive city structure gradually melted in the high temperature, and the hive city spires that were tens of thousands of meters high collapsed!

The viruses and plagues containing the power of Nurgle died in the burning of the flames, and everything on the planet was transformed into diamond-like crystals in this terrifying high temperature!

The filthy forces from chaos have been completely expelled, and the civilization that humans have spent thousands of years building on the planet has been destroyed in an instant in the flames.

From the moment the Primarch signed the [Extermination Order], the name Onsvold was erased from the Empire's world register!

The gradually cooling planet floats alone in the endless darkness. Even after ten thousand years, no one will set foot on this dead world again.

Without a doubt, this was a shameful failure!

…

Deep within the Eye of Terror, in the command cabin of the Black Legion's flagship, the Vengeful Spirit.

A blasphemous rune filled with chaotic power appeared out of nowhere in a dark corner. Along with the dull sound of something heavy falling to the ground, a huge figure emitting a foul smell fell heavily onto the deck.

The Emperor's Fire that remained in the wound was still burning fiercely. Even if the Son of Plague used all the power of Chaos, he was still unable to expel the Emperor's great power from the wound.

The golden flames made the betrayer suffer excruciating pain every moment. Mortarion leaned on the scythe of death and barely stood up from the cold deck.

Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster, was sitting on a throne not far away, quietly watching his allies' every move. Abaddon seemed to have anticipated what would happen to Mortarion.

"Did you bring the stuff back?" Abaddon didn't care about the hideous scar on Mortarion's chest. The only thing that could attract the attention of the Chaos Warmaster was the [Eye of Night] that could bring victory.

Faced with Abaddon's extremely rude attitude, a gleam of anger flashed in the eyes of the Son of Plague.

But before Mortarion could say anything, a Death Guard recruit who stayed behind spoke first, angrily denouncing the Chaos Warmaster for his rudeness.

Facing this sudden rebuke, Abaddon acted very calmly! The Chaos Warmaster sitting on the throne just glanced at the new recruit indifferently, and the next second, the young man's head was smashed by some terrifying force.

The foul-smelling flesh and brain matter splattered all over the ground, and the headless body of the recruit staggered to the ground!

There was a suffocating solemnity in the air.

This is a naked provocation!

Mortarion's eyes were filled with fierceness, and the Death Scythe also emitted a harsh buzzing sound! If he hadn't been injured, the Plague Son's scythe would have fallen on the Chaos Warmaster's head.

Abaddon on the throne seemed to be completely unaware of Plagueson's wrath. The Chaos Warmaster simply stared at the headless corpse on the ground with a playful smile on his face.

"Mortarion, it's time to take care of your new recruits! This is a conversation between the two of us. When did a new recruit get to interrupt?"

Abaddon's warning words and attitude seemed to make Mortarion realize something.

The rage in the Son of Plague's eyes subsided a little. He covered the wound on his chest and threw the Eye of Night obtained from Onswold to the Chaos Warmaster.

Under Abaddon's gaze, Mortarion, suppressing his anger, turned and left. But just before the Plague Son was about to walk out of the command cabin, the voice of the Chaos Warmaster sounded again.

"If you want to use the Black Legion to eliminate dissidents, you must be prepared to be retaliated! Mortarion, I respect you as the Demon Prince... but don't try to touch my bottom line again."