Chapter 104: Iron Warrior Battle Scene: Imperial Fist
The hatred and anger that lasted for thousands of years roared in the two hearts of Danat Lysander.
The blood is pumped out and sent into the strong and powerful muscles. The black carapace and nerve connection points drive the electronically synthesized and strengthened muscle bundles to produce higher output.
The power hammer in his hand is called the Fist of Dorn. It is almost half the height of a Space Marine. His fist made of an iron glove holds its silver-white shiny hammer head, and the power cable The line extends along the bottom of the iron gauntlet to the back of the handle, and the jumping force field always shines on the entire attack part of the hammer head. This legendary weapon comes from the legacy of the previous captain on the battlefield, and it is worthy of Lysander to use it to knock Shatter the breastplate and skull of any Iron Warrior.
He lifted the handle of the hammer, swinging the hammer head in a beautiful and deadly arc in the air. The balance of this hammer was perfect. In the hands of a legendary hero like Lysander, holding the hammer with both hands would be even better. It makes every swing incredibly delicate.
The first swing met the first wave of the attacker's power ax. The two giants wrapped in tactical fearlessness roared and collided with each other. Their thick armors scraped against each other, making sharp noises and sparks. The ground seemed to shake due to their movements, and the force fields on the two weapons Each collision and impact made a hissing harmony with each other.
"I will tear you out of this rotten and smelly twisted iron shell and cut you into pieces!" Although his nose and sensors told him that the old man opposite who once killed him was The Iron Warrior War Blacksmith, who had most of the elite brothers of the First Company of Japan and had himself experienced countless experiences that would make mortals go crazy if they were exposed to a little bit of it, was a pleasant fragrance.
Disgusting degenerate, distorted cognition again, or worse.
He thought, when I chop off his head, I don't even want to let his dirty blood splash on my body.
Across from him, the sweaty face of the war blacksmith Shanto was occupied by an extremely twisted and extremely joyful smile. The heavy power ax was shrouded in purple mist in his hand, like a champion swordsman It is as flexible and quick as a poisonous snake-like rapier - it can no longer be called a poisonous snake, because with the added deadly strength and weight, perhaps the poisonous dragon is its best portrayal.
"Then I'm looking forward to it, Lysander. You and I, oh! We are so similar, I have heard about some of your recent moves," the speed of his strong limbs swinging the ax blade almost caused a small sound barrier in the air at this moment The war blacksmith of Malodarax chuckled across from him, "You will do whatever it takes to win. Those lackeys of the Corpse King died because they believed in you. How does it feel to be able to sacrifice anyone?" He laughed wantonly again. , "Don't worry, I won't care about the past, Lysander! Join us!"
The Imperial Fist responded with an even more angry charge and an increasingly fierce offensive. His hammer flashed The starting point is a red light, wrestling with the purple axe.
"Wishful thinking, blasphemous and despicable thing!"
Once again, they collided together, sweat was steaming, they only had each other in their eyes, could only tolerate each other, and only wanted each other Falling down, only wanting the opponent's head, the gods are high above, shouting in ecstasy, the duel between each other, the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fist.
They are so similar, like the pros and cons of a tarot card.
They are so similar yet so distinct. Every evenly matched impact is like a hammer forging. Black and white are hammered for thousands of times, and finally a fatal and beautiful pattern appears on the blade of the weapon.
Suddenly, the war blacksmith didn't know why, maybe he was too happy and applied too much spice oil on one of his joint servo——
In short, he staggered After a moment, a fatal flaw was revealed in front of the company commander.
"You can only get your death!"
The fist of Dorne roared down towards the Iron Warrior's head.
Lightning claws broke through the shadows.
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[That’s it? 】
【That’s it. 】
【This recovery was too fast, although except for their captain, Soltarn had made a lot of margin for the opponent's strength arranged for each of them. 】
【What if? How else do you think we can fight? Why play tricks when you can use your superior strength to deliver a clean strike? Combat is meant to be fast and productive, rather than anything else, such as being too unnecessarily entertaining. In addition, although he saved the scene, this was the first time I saw someone using the Raven Guard to hold up a monitor and film the scene. 】【Well, on-site shooting has a more immersive learning feel... Apart from this, I thought that at least we need to use incomprehensible chanting sentences and cruel, dark and gothic language to conduct some environmental and psychological research...】
【Don’t learn those bad habits of pointed ears, who taught you that? By the way, it’s okay to raise some mixed-race rabbits. If you dare to raise any pointy-eared thing on my boat, I will dissect the thing alive, make it into a weird shape, and throw it into the place where the pointy-eared thing came from. 】
【What to make? 】
【Grotesque, grotesque, or some people call them grotesque, but I suggest you call them grotesque. 】
"Hey! My dear furry brother - Chapter Master and my very easy to deceive Chapter Master, what are you whispering about? Don't exclude me!" Sitting on Lamizane's leg armor with his staff in his arms The thin mortal young man watching the monitor shouted dissatisfied.
“Oh, Maatra, it’s nothing, I’m just saying that I feel kind of... How should I put it, killing a chicken with a knife? In addition, I have a very bad feeling, so I decided to check the LOGOS before Let me ask you first."
"I have already said that my psychic refraction spell combined with the movement function of the steel mechanism can solve most of the trap and break-up problems in such a short time. Tarn designed this maze really well - so what's the problem?"
"I wonder what the Grotesque is?"
"Oh, this thing, this is. Artificial monster weapons made by a special kind of person among those with pointed ears. This kind of person is usually called a Haemonculus. In terms of classification, it can barely be regarded as a Dark Elda, although I don’t completely agree with this statement. After all, they are Some of them..."
"Oh, wait a minute, the captain they are leading has begun to encounter our people." Lamizane peeled sweet almonds for the psychic consultant and threw them into his honey jar, while putting some small shape like Crispy nuts in the shape of human brains were stuffed into Perturabo's mouth.
"Oh oh oh! I understand a little bit. In terms of viewing value, apart from intensive gun battles, this kind of melee macho confrontation is very impactful!"
[Don't always mention the viewing value - you Sometimes I really wonder what your relationship is with that purple-skinned snake-tailed slut. 】
【...Did you call him that...】
【I can immediately use twenty different languages to describe his current appearance even more obscenely, do you want to hear it? ? 】
【...No, thank you. 】
“What are you talking about again?” The green-eyed consultant, who was chewing honey-soaked almonds, stood up dissatisfied and grabbed the metal grid under the thick neck armor of the Fourth Primarch with his hands to protect himself. Pulling it up a little further, the cuffs of his robe fell down to his elbows. Maatra didn't pay attention to this. He just stood on tiptoe and tried to get closer to LOGOS's head device to see what his brother had installed inside. A communication device that he couldn't hack.
"It's nothing, uh," Lamizane leaned back slightly as if he was not used to such a presumptuous move by the psychic consultant. "Let's continue to watch all the situations above."
"Well, if you say so."
The psychic consultant turned around and sat down in his arms again, because There is only one most suitable viewing position, and above it is a throne suspended in the air.
The bloody brilliance splashed from the projection of each brave and unfortunate Imperial Fist warrior projected from the giant 360-degree three-dimensional spherical canopy added a bit of warmth to the nuts in their hands.
Gua.
Wow, there’s a lot of housework on New Year’s Day. Let’s all have a good sleep first!
Oh, since I have questions, let me tell you by the way
The name of the planet they are going to has actually already appeared, and a new volume should be opened in January after going there. This planet was originally It’s also a transition, mainly in the back. At least the map is changed very frequently as planned, because I no longer want to make up for GW’s damn span and rationality every day...
(End of this chapter)