The Siege of Terra: Rogal Dorn (11)

A fully armed Primarch was an all-encompassing, lethal force of suppression against ordinary Astartes.

At this moment, your powerful flesh-and-blood body, replenished with vast amounts of energy, drove your Power Armor with all its might. You had nearly become a bolt of golden lightning, darting and leaping back and forth between countless defensive fortifications.

Every time you swung the heavy adamantine shield in your palm or that enormous, razor-sharp blade, quite a few Iron Warriors who failed to evade in time became victims of your hand.

And even as torrents of bolter fire and heavy weapons howled with terrifying thunder, locking firmly onto your towering body—

So long as the trajectories were not aimed directly at vital areas such as your head—

You showed no intention of dodging at all. Instead, you endured the Iron Warriors' most specialized long-range firepower head-on and continued your spectacular slaughter of the rebel Astartes.

After all, to you now, heavy armor was not protection, but a metal cage that restrained your combat power.

Boom! Boom! Boom—

Just then, you and the Imperial Fists Astartes had successfully inflicted heavy casualties upon the Iron Warriors.

As the roar of engines reached your ears, Thunderhawk Gunships in their raw steel coloration swiftly revealed their enormous fuselages in midair.

Yet just as you intended to seek out any undamaged heavy weapons nearby and have a warm exchange with those Thunderhawk Gunships—

Boom!

In an instant, six metal robots, each several meters tall and completely encased in steel armor, crashed down from the gunships' cabins ahead of you!

"Iron Ring Robots? It seems the big fish I have been waiting for has finally taken the bait!"

You stared carefully through your Helmet Visor at these Iron Ring Robots that had replaced the Terminator Guard.

You gave your head a