The massive mutated Ogryn charged at Nimrod, smashing through boulder buildings in its path and sending smaller members of its own kind flying.
Horus witnessed the huge mutated Ogryn and its terrifying impact force, and even he could not help but feel slightly startled.
His steps quickened involuntarily; he wanted to move forward and help his brother.
Nimrod looked at the mutated Ogryn charging toward him, and his eyes lit up. He had finally encountered a suitable target to test the Power Fist he had obtained.
Experimentally, he injected spirituality into the gauntlet on the back of his hand, painted with a golden scale identical to the symbolic mark of the "Justiciar" pathway. As though he had triggered some kind of switch, the spirit within his body was instantly drained dry.
The silver gauntlet exploded with dazzling golden light, and Nimrod felt a force dragging his body forward.
He did not resist, letting that force drag his body ahead.
Nimrod stayed alert, ready to control his body and stop at any moment if anything abnormal occurred.
Horus, striding over, was astonished to see his brother lean forward and swing his arm.
His body merged with some strange force, dragging afterimages as he crashed into the enemy.
The Power Fist struck the target's head with irresistible, inescapable precision. The huge mutated Ogryn's skull, along with the nearly meter-long worm sprawled across the back of its head, neck, and spine, was blown apart by a single punch.
Horus's gaze stirred with faint surprise. Nimrod's punch could only be called stunning.
I should be able to do that too.
He committed that instant to memory, preparing to find an opportunity to put on the Power Fist and try whether he could accomplish it himself.
With his spirituality dried up, Nimrod thought pensively.
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