"Again!"
Lu Jin roared, thrusting out his hand. The Warhammer spun up from the ground and flew back into his grasp.
After a moment's thought, Lu Jin concluded that Perturabo's plan was much the same as the one he had once used against Angron.
After ascending to daemonhood, Angron had run wild beyond anyone's control and even clashed with Perturabo.
Perturabo had defeated Angron with war machines called Iron Circle Robots.
Reckless, savage attacks had never been Perturabo's style of individual combat. Careful planning, analysis tailored to his enemy, and the use of all manner of high-tech creations—those were Perturabo's style.
That brawl just now had been to gather data on him, perhaps also to verify something. But Lu Jin had held something back.
The real battle began soon enough.
A large number of Iron Circle Robots marched into the warehouse in formation.
The combat formation formed by these robots was the true meaning of "Iron Circle" in their name.
Every combat robot was equipped with heavy weapons for both close and long range.
Lu Jin swept his gaze over them and found that nearly a hundred robots had entered the warehouse.
"I won't let you wear me down like you did Angron."
Lu Jin charged at the robots.
A row of robots was cleaved in two.
Whatever weapons they carried, whatever defensive systems they possessed, they meant nothing before Lu Jin.
Driven by Lu Jin's immense strength and the speed of his swing, the dull blade could cut through any metal at the microscopic level, even adamantium.
Cutting through ship hulls was as easy as slicing tofu for him. The Iron Circle Robots' defenses were not weak. If a Space Marine Chapter had been trapped in the warehouse, they could only polish the Iron Circle Robots while being slaughtered