The Strongest of Gardinal, Wrapped in Reliquary Armor, Is Killed
Gios Veroni stared in astonishment at the giant shrouded in smoke, encased in Adamantium skeleton.
Amidst the Distortion force fields, the knights' barrage of fire continuously disintegrated.
At the heart of this war machine is humanity, or more precisely, what was once humanity.
A face without eyes or a mouth was branded deep within the helmet, staring at him; he was as tall as the Nemesis-class Cruise Knight.
The war machine has three legs that are biradially symmetrical, and it has three upper limbs, each equipped with numerous weapons, so many that the God-Eater's detection system cannot identify them.
Gios came to this conclusion because the war machine fired two more silver beams, but they were not among the twenty-five weapon systems previously identified.
Beep beep beep!
Amidst the urgent alarm, silver signals filled the field of vision.
Two particle beams struck the God-Eater simultaneously, Nemesis-class Cruise Knight to stagger and kneel. From the feedback from the Machine Spirit, Gios knew that the Ion Curtain had been destroyed.
Amidst the creaking of hydraulic pressure and the Shriek of the rubber belt, Stelacon charged forward rapidly.
A sharp blade sprang from its sheath on the back of his right arm and stabbed towards the God-Eater.
Veroni's knights charged madly toward the God-Eater to rescue their prince, but Stelacon was faster.
Suddenly, a golden light streaked across the battlefield, and the blue-white light collided with the sharp blade.
Stelacon's arm jerked, and his right arm and the blade were knocked off course.
Stelacon turned his head, the pale light shining through the grating of his Eyepiece, making the remaining organic matter look morbidly sick.
He was as withered as a dead tree, blind in both eyes, the muscle tissue that used to be his eyes had sunken in, becoming two sacs.
Copper wires, stained with the black spots of a rotting corpse, extended from his temples and pierced the control system in his helmet.
The light in Stelacon's Eyepiece focused on the black-armored, golden-winged figure in the air. Since his transformation and donning the Reliquary Armor, no one had ever been able to overpower him in a collision.
His microphone blared, and a surprised voice echoed behind the steel mask.
"Primarch? Nimrod?"
The piston and the poorly lubricated metal sleeve rub against each other, making a hissing sound.
Ningli saw that Stelacon's entire set of armor and protective gear swelled up, and the electric arc activated the air chamber, changing its shape into an extremely thick cushioning gel.
The metal body's shoulders and back continuously expanded and rotated, with fifteen weapons turning against it.
Ten silver beams lit up, and the particle beams shot towards the Primarch gene.
Although his golden wings were also made of Necrodermis, Nimrod did not want to withstand the impact of particle weapons like Ferrus Manus did with his Iron Hands.
Nimrod flapped his wings and dodged the attack, instantly appearing to Stelacon's left.
The silver Power Fist, enveloped in golden light, slammed towards Stelacon's arm.
Stelacon activated more weapon systems, which had been dormant, and they began to be activated violently.
The shield flickered, enveloping him in arcs of Purple light.
Claws, blades, a rotary saw, and a power clamp unfolded from his left arm, gleaming coldly.
Its claws hissed as it reached for his head.
The blade shot out rapidly, heading straight for his chest.
The spinning saw flew out, heading straight for the Power Fist.
The power clip popped out and grabbed his waist.
Nimrod already knew that the weapon system of the Stelacon Reliquary Armor was not under the control of the central coordination. Having fought for 3,600 years, he had implanted his accumulated combat experience into the mechanical core, and after calculation, he could release attacks on the enemy simultaneously.
Faced with Stelacon's attack, Nimrod did not dodge again. He continued to swing his arms and charged forward, leaving afterimages in his wake.
The rotating saw was the first to collide with the dazzling golden light; in the clash of the two forces, it was the first to be defeated.
With a hissing sound, the rotating saw shattered into pieces.
Nimrod continued to infuse his Spirituality into the gauntlets, unleashing a relentless "death blow" that continued to pound towards Stelacon.
The Primarch simultaneously swung his right arm, Sword of Vaul swiftly cleaved the claw's fingers, deflecting the blade.
Fragments of shattered metal flew through the air, tearing and Distortion rapidly into strands of metal.
With a thought, the "Baron of Corruption" sent dozens of condensed thread-like "ropes" shooting towards the Reliquary Armor.
The "Baron of Corruption's" Spirituality entwined threads, the metal wires transformed into slimy Spider Silk through a "Concept Substitution," burrow into the cushioning gel.
Stelacon felt that the twenty-seven weapon systems activated within the Reliquary Armor were becoming increasingly sluggish, as if filled with lead.
[Is the weapon system malfunctioning?]
Just as he was puzzled, Nimrod's "death" strike slammed into the Purple energy field, sparks flying everywhere.
Golden and Purple light trembled violently, their dazzling rays piercing the rusty clouds and illuminating the sky above the Head of Gardinal.
The Primarch's muscles bulged, his power merging with the unique strength of the Power Fist, pressing down on the Reliquary Armor.
The energy field succumbed to his immense power, trembling and emitting a blinding Purple light.
Purple energy wave exploded, and the concrete road beneath Stelacon's massive three-legged feet melted rapidly.
Stelacon's three legs spun rapidly, adjusting his position, while his torso rotated around the universal joints of his neck and hips, maintaining balance as he sank and tilted.
His carefully maintained balance was immediately shattered as the Power Fist slammed into him.
A large section of the Reliquary Armor was torn apart, rapidly transforming into new metal wires in mid-air and flying into the constantly opening and closing valves on the straps.
The viscous Spider Silk blocked the opened hidden gun muzzle, spreading inwards, and the accumulated silver light flickered and then went out.
Stelacon's damaged left arm detached in a puff of Steam and fell to the ground with a thud. The spare weapon on his thigh then unlocked and connected to the severed limb.
Just then, a third arm swung out.
The Primarch sensed that nearly half of the Reliquary Armor's systems had been affected; it was time to end the battle.
His eyes flashed with light, Telekinesis surged forth.
Stelacon's left leg, which had been springing up, and his third arm stopped simultaneously, and his weapon systems malfunctioned instantly.
He roared in anger, but his Reliquary Armor did not react at all.
After Nimrod "Machine Influence" to temporarily disrupt the Reliquary Armor, he calmly swung the Sword of Vaul and severed Stelacon's head.
The surviving tripod pilots and Warrior castes watched in horror as their High Lord, the most powerful Warrior of Gardinal, was killed.
They thought it was impossible, but it still happened.
They watched intently as the black- Warrior sheathed his sword, lifted the High Lord's head, and slowly lowered it to the ground.
Bang!
The first Warrior dropped his weapon, and then the others around him followed suit.
The battle for the Head of Gardinal was quickly concluded, broadcast live across all channels.
After news of the capture of four High Lords and the killing of two spread throughout the world, the Gardinal people, who had previously put up a fierce resistance, surrendered completely within two hours.