I Lost My Marshal Position Due to the Sigillite's Interference, But Lord Nimrod Will Definitely Support My Descendants

Captain Theo of the Lucifer Blacks sprang onto the city wall, then stepped across and pivoted, pressing close to the gun barrel.

The master-forged Chainsword of Necromunda spun out in a slash, its motor roaring as it drove the blade and tore apart several guards who lunged at him.

Unlike those at the outpost, the guards on the wall were cold soldiers tempered by decades of civil war.

They did not panic and fire wildly at the unstable artillery that no one had time to maintain. Without the slightest hesitation, they charged at the black-armored warrior through the falling blood and spraying limbs.

Theo advanced with his sword swinging, blades coming at him from every direction.

He parried, hacked, dodged, and thrust, and more than a dozen enemies were pierced through by the lethal edge.

The enemy swept in like a tide. Theo plunged straight into the mass of foes, swinging his sword in a slaughter on all sides, leaving corpses sprawled everywhere in his wake.

Outside the city wall, a bolt shell fired by Sasebo struck the roaring cannon, which was far from the black-armored warrior and belching black smoke.

The instant the green rune lit up, he turned his gaze toward the black-armored warrior.

The Lucifer Black charged forward at speed, his swiftness no less than that of a Shadow of Order cutting into the enemy formation.

Sasebo suddenly saw a Zos officer in gray armor leap and roll, his curved blade snaking up from close to the ground like a viper as it struck at the Lucifer Black's lower leg.

The black-armored warrior, who had not undergone genetic enhancement, slid aside with a swift reaction that even combat reflex drugs could not grant.

He reversed his blade and chopped down from an angle he had never practiced.