Lu Jin flew like a solid cannonball across a hundred meters, smashing through numerous compartments and countless crewmen.
Finally, while still in midair, he adjusted his posture. As his head pointed downward, he drove the Greatsword into the floor and landed steadily with the blade supporting him.
He pulled the sword free and ran back the way he had come, rapidly replaying the instant before in his mind.
A nearly ten-meter-tall Man of Iron, forged from adamantium, had sent him flying.
Judging from the impact alone, that Man of Iron was unquestionably far stronger than Lion and his brothers. No Primarch could possibly compare.
Lu Jin then compared the Man of Iron to Kasan, the mutated Ork warlord who had surpassed Primarchs.
That Man of Iron was unquestionably stronger than Kasan, both in strength and speed.
Far stronger.
In this universe, bigger generally meant stronger. That rule applied to many kinds of enemies.
Yet even so, the Man of Iron's combat ability far exceeded what a being nine or ten meters tall should have possessed, at least by Lu Jin's estimation.
Still thinking, Lu Jin arrived in an empty warehouse. Just as he was about to proceed through the hole he had smashed open earlier, a tall, gleaming silver figure lunged through it.
It was incredibly fast.
Lu Jin stepped to the right to evade the charge, then turned back with his sword in hand and stood ready. He glanced at his left shoulder and found frost forming across the surface of his armor.
The external environmental readings also showed that the temperature throughout the space was plummeting.
That was a sign of psychic power.
From this, Lu Jin concluded that the Man of Iron contained advanced psychic technology, perhaps meant to negate inertia or other physical factors detrimental to