Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

In terms of combat style, the Angels of Mourning and their parent group, the Blood Angels, are two completely different extremes.

If the Blood Angels' fighting style inherited the elegance from Sanguinius, then the Angels of Mourning inherited the rage from the depths of the Gene-Father's soul.

The most widely used weapon by the Chapter is not the elegant Chainsword, but the more violent Chainaxe like the World Eaters.

Facing the surging betrayers, the mourning angels showed an extremely excited attitude! The stimulants hidden in the power armor were injected into the body, and the chainsaw axes painted in a striking red roared!

At this moment, the mourning angels have lost their usual gentleness! In the extremely shocked eyes of the betrayers, the descendants of Sanguinius began to charge.

Three dreadnought mechas and more than two hundred battle brothers gathered together to form a bloody frenzy! The angry mourning angels stabbed straight into the betrayer's line like a sharp knife.

"Betrayer, feel the wrath of Sanguinius!" The battle brother buried in the mecha sarcophagus roared angrily! Amid a harsh sound of metal friction, the missile launcher hidden in the shoulder of the mecha suddenly opened.

Hundreds of Hellfire missiles shot out from the missile cages, trailing dazzling flames! The moment they touched the ground, the high-energy compounds hidden in the missiles instantly exploded.

The blazing purple flames covered the ground within a radius of more than ten meters! Under such a terrifying high temperature, no matter whether it was the Chaos Space Marines or the fallen mortal auxiliary army, they could not escape the fate of turning into dry bones.

The performance of the second captain of the Angels of Mourning, Rafi Kinkant, was even more exaggerated.

Second Captain Kant is the Chief of the Think Tank in the Angels of Death! As a powerful psychic, Kant's fighting style is more violent than other Astartes who specialize in combat.

Under the stimulation of stimulants, a glaring blood color appeared in the think tank director's pupils.

The red giant swung the psychic scepter in his hand like a war hammer, and the fine gold spikes installed on the top of the scepter randomly pierced the heads of several unlucky guys.

To ordinary Chaos Space Marines, the powerful Librarian is like a god from heaven, unstoppable.

In just over ten minutes, the number of Chaos Space Marines killed by the Angels of Mourning had exceeded double digits! As a price, the Angels of Mourning had only lost two battle brothers.

Despite their absolute numerical advantage, the traitors were still beaten by the Angels of Mourning with a casualty ratio of nearly eight to one! Even for the traitors, this was an absolute humiliation.

"Hmph, a bunch of trash!" A voice filled with a sense of corruption sounded.

The ground was shaking slightly, and a bloated and rotten Plague Space Marine came before the Mourning Angels.

"Death Guard Sergeant Von Altaros!" The Plague Marine drew out his foul-smelling chainsword and pointed the blade at the Librarian. "Son of Sanguinius, I am impressed by your bravery! But... this is the end."

"Plague pig, you are not qualified to call the father of genes by his name!" The think tank director slammed the scepter in his hand heavily on the ground, and the dazzling psychic lightning rushed straight into the traitor's chest like a dragon.

"Sneak attack? This is not a virtue that a warrior should have!" The Plague Warrior held the chainsaw sword across his chest and effortlessly blocked the think tank director's attack.

Although the think tank director did not use his full strength, this also proves from the side that this plague warrior is by no means an ordinary person.

Facing such a difficult enemy, a trace of dangerous light flashed in the eyes of the think tank director! Accompanied by a long and distant chant, countless mysterious runes emerged from the void.

Under the watchful eyes of the Plague Warriors, hundreds of runes were imprinted on the power armor and scepter of the Librarian! This was an ancient psychic spell that could be traced back to the glorious Great Crusade.

The psychic runes imprinted on the power armor and scepter have brought great enhancements to the Librarian! During the period when the runes are effective, the Librarian can even surpass the Chapter Master of the Angel of Death in terms of pure power.

Seeing this scene, a trace of solemnity finally appeared on the Plague Warrior's rotten face.

As a Chaos Chosen One blessed by Nurgle, he actually sensed a hint of danger from the enemy in front of him.

The chainsaw sword, which was parasitic with countless spores and viruses, began to roar! The bloated Plague Warrior showed a speed that was inconsistent with his body size, and rushed straight towards the think tank director like a green lightning!

The suffocating stench came to his face, and the viruses and spores containing the power of Nurgle began to stir! Anyone scratched by this vicious weapon would instantly lose their combat effectiveness, even the powerful imperial guards.

Facing the attack of the Plague Warrior, the think tank director did not have the slightest intention of dodging! The red giant rushed straight towards the Plague Warrior's blade.

"Stupid guy!" The Plague Warrior's rotten mouth curled up slightly, as if he had already seen the scene of the think tank director being pierced by the chainsaw sword.

But the battle situation did not develop as the Plague Warriors expected.

At the moment before the rotten sword blade was about to touch the power armor, a psychic rune with a light blue light slowly emerged.

Hundreds of runes formed a translucent barrier. No matter how hard the Plague Warriors tried, the chainsaw sword filled with the smell of decay could not move forward even a little bit.

"Is it my turn now?" The think tank director raised his lips with a hint of sarcasm.

At this moment, the Plague Warrior smelled a hint of death! The traitor instinctively wanted to retreat, but unfortunately... it was too late.

With a dull sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh, the Librarian's Scepter, leaping with psychic lightning, pierced through the Plague Warrior's power armor and went straight into the body of the traitor.

The psychic runes hidden on the scepter were injected into the Plague Warrior's body! Under the Plague Warrior's horrified gaze, the think tank director lightly snapped his fingers.

The next second, the Plague Warrior's bloated body suddenly expanded! After just a few breaths, the Plague Pig's body exploded like a balloon! The smelly green pus and pieces of meat splashed like raindrops.

The stench of hell permeated every corner of this space! Even the Chaos veterans who had seen many storms and waves almost vomited at the horrible stench.

"Sorry, I accidentally lost control of it!" The think tank director gave a thumbs up to his battle brothers and mortal warriors.

The terrifying power of the think tank director inspired all the loyalists! As long as the think tank director exists, Blackstone Fortress will definitely be able to hold out until the next wave of imperial reinforcements arrives.

The goddess of victory seemed to smile upon the loyal imperial warriors.