The More Injured He Was, the Fiercer He Became?

"Vmmm—!"

Gabriel's Beam Saber collided with the Golden Armored Elite's, sending out dazzling sparks and a noise like crackling electricity.

The two sides first locked strength, trying to determine the victor through sheer power.

Within seconds, Gabriel gradually overpowered the Golden Armored Elite.

It seemed that the Astartes still held the advantage in strength. What was more, this was Gabriel Angelos, whose physique was nearly comparable to a Primarch's, and who had removed the "restrainer" from his helmet.

"Roar!!"

"Vmmm!"

Realizing that it was at a disadvantage in strength, the Golden Armored Elite roared in displeasure. It then took a step back and rolled sideways, causing Gabriel's attack to miss and his Beam Saber to plunge into the metal deck.

Seizing the opportunity, the Golden Armored Elite stabilized itself and thrust its sword toward Gabriel's right ribs at a speed almost impossible to track with the naked eye.

But Gabriel dropped flat onto his back, dodging the thrust, then followed through with a right knee strike.

Thud~!

Gabriel's knee strike shattered the Golden Armored Elite's Energy Shield, yet the tip of his knee continued forward without losing momentum, driving toward its abdomen.

Thump!

"Argh...!"

The Golden Armored Elite let out a pained groan. Its body followed a perfect parabola before crashing onto the deck nearby.

?

At the sight of this, both the Helljumpers and Blood Ravens watching from the side, as well as Gabriel himself, were puzzled.

Could a close-combat knee strike or punch really be more effective than a Bolter Round? Could it break through the shield of a commander-level elite in a single blow?

However, if William himself had been watching, he would certainly have complained, The game really doesn't lie.

After all, in the game, characters controlled by players—Master Chief, for example—could usually break an enemy's