Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

At the end of the 31st Millennium, the Chaos Warmaster led the Black Legion to launch the first Black Crusade.

Although the war ended with the defeat of the Black Legion, the Chaos Warmaster also achieved his goal - to obtain the magic sword [Draconion].

The Chaos Warmaster reached a certain deal with the Warp entity that resided in the magic sword. In the ten thousand years that followed, [Draconion] has been active on the battlefield as Abaddon's sword.

But rationally speaking, the Chaos Warmaster actually does not like this powerful magic sword.

The Warp demon that resides in the magic sword is not trustworthy! And the power of that demon is far beyond what Abaddon can control.

The corruption of Prince [Fulgrim] of Slaanesh is still vivid! The Chaos Warmaster does not want to be occupied by a demon that came out of nowhere like that idiot Fulgrim.

Therefore, in most cases, the Chaos Warmaster would rather use [Claw of Horus] than easily release this dangerous magic sword.

But the humiliation brought by the Primarch to Abaddon has overwhelmed the Chaos Warmaster's rage.

The Chaos Warmaster paid a certain "price" to release the full power of this magic sword.

The long-dormant Draconian has revived! The soul devoured by the magic sword wailed in pain, and the suffocating power of chaos filled every corner of this weapon.

The demon born from the first "murder", the terrifying existence that once severely damaged the Emperor, and the creation with the title of [End of the Empire], at this moment, showed its ferocious fangs to the Primarch.

Feeling the pure malice coming from the magic sword, the Primarch's expression began to become solemn.

"[Draconion] once drank the blood of the corpse king!" Abaddon pointed the blade of the magic sword at the Primarch, "and today, it will once again harvest the soul of a Primarch!"

"I don't have the habit of giving souls to others!" The Primarch raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, "If you really want to stab someone... I can let the Mechanicus clone another Horus, just for you to stab!"

There is no doubt that this is a naked mockery! !

Before [Sons of Horus] was officially renamed [Black Legion], Abaddon had personally killed a clone of the Gene Father Horus.

Although the cloned Horus did not blame his offspring, this incident is still an indelible shadow in Abaddon's heart.

The mockery from the Primarch touched the reverse scale of the Chaos Warmaster, and the rage as hot as fire burned away Abaddon's last bit of reason.

The Chaos Warmaster held Draconion high and rushed towards the Primarch like a sharp arrow from a string.

With the blessing of [Draconian], the speed of the Chaos Warmaster has far exceeded the speed of sound.

Even the powerful Primarch could only catch a vague afterimage!

The next moment, the sound of breaking wind like the scream of a ghost sounded in the Primarch's ears! The Primarch's heart trembled, and he instinctively raised the Emperor's Sword to block.

Boom...

The thunderous sound of metal collision exploded! Several Black Legion veterans closest to the Chaos Warmaster were blown away dozens of meters by this terrifying shock wave on the spot.

This shocking war has exceeded the scope of human understanding.

Even the aftermath of the battle between the two sides can easily crush the Black Legion veterans and even the powerful Imperial Guards!

The amplification brought to Abaddon by [Draconian] is extremely powerful! Even if the Primarch has the assistance of the Emperor's Sword, he can only barely support the Chaos Warmaster's tidal offensive.

And blindly defending will inevitably lead to omissions.

The Chaos Warmaster seized the Primarch's fleeting flaw! Abaddon tightly grasped the magic sword in his hand, and the sharp blade pierced the Primarch's heart.

Even though the Primarch had already made an evasive move in advance, the magic sword that hosted the Warp Entity still penetrated the heavy [Holy Armor] and left a hideous scar on the Primarch's side ribs.

Pain! The pain like a tide spread from the side ribs to the whole body.

The Primarch's strong heart beat like an overloaded engine, and the glands hidden in various parts of the body frantically secreted hormones, trying to prevent the nerves from transmitting pain.

But this was doomed to be in vain!

The pain felt by the Primarch did not come from trauma, but from the Warp Entity that resided in the magic sword.

At the moment when [Draconion] injured the Primarch, the Warp Entity that resided in it quietly invaded the Primarch's soul through the wound.

In the [Webway War] ten thousand years ago, this demon also used the same method to severely injure the great Lord of Humanity in front of the Custodes and the Mechanicus.

This demon, born from human emotions, feeds on souls! The extremely pure soul of the Primarch is an irresistible temptation for this demon.

As the nominal master of [Draconion], the Chaos Warmaster is very clear about the ability of this demon.

During the ten thousand years that Abaddon has been in charge of the magic sword, all creatures injured by Draconion will have their souls devoured by this Warp Demon.

Ten thousand years, without exception!

The golden eyes of the Primarch began to glow, which was a sign that the soul was about to be devoured!

The goddess of victory has smiled at the betrayer.

But Abaddon, who was sure of victory, was not in a hurry to kill the Primarch! The Chaos Warmaster just stood in front of the Primarch, staring at this giant who might bring hope to the Empire.

"The era of the Primarch is over." Abaddon's ugly face was filled with madness, "Next, I will lead the Black Legion to create a new era."

"An era... that belongs only to the strong!!!"

Although the Astartes and the Custodians did not know what happened, they still realized the crisis facing the Primarch.

Under the leadership of a Custodian [Blade Champion], the Astartes and the Custodians began to try to break through the traitors' defenses and then take back the Primarch from Abaddon.

But the traitors obviously would not let the loyalists do as they wished.

The Black Legion's ancient soldiers formed a battle formation, using the ancient tactics of the Great Crusade to delay the loyalists' progress.

The Primarch is the only hope of the Empire for thousands of years! But at this moment, the loyalists can only watch hope disappear.

The breath of the Primarch is getting weaker and weaker, and the smile on the face of the Chaos Warmaster is getting more and more arrogant.

When the Primarch's soul is completely devoured by the devil, a new era will come under the leadership of the Chaos Warmaster.

...

In the depths of the Primarch's soul.

[Draconian] gazed at the pure soul of the Primarch with greedy eyes.

Long before the rise of mankind, Draconian was born from the depths of the sea of ​​souls.