The Great Demon of E Displays Divine Power

Compared to Leonardo's sharp, aggressive, and unstoppable style, Lucia's way of fighting was often simpler and more brutal.

Clad in golden Power Armor, she suddenly spread her white feathered wings wide, and like a meteor wrapped in gravity, she smashed straight into the Ork Boyz' charging formation.

Wherever she passed, the Ork Boyz were either dead or wounded, leaving a trail of carnage—broken bones and shattered limbs scattered across the ground.

As both a Living Saint and a Reality Warper, Lucia's unwavering faith fueled the Emperor's Psychic power, which surged violently around her, forming a thick shield of energy.

The stray bullets flying across the battlefield struck her without any effect; only tank-grade main cannons required her to raise her Storm Shield to block.

An Ork tank spotted this highly threatening prey and charged wildly toward her.

This vehicle, modified by a Mekboy, even had two massive metal pincers mounted on its front, their sharp spikes glinting coldly—clearly intending to snap Lucia in half!

But Lucia ignored it entirely, charging straight ahead without hesitation.

The thick giant pincers snapped shut violently, but they lost the clash in the thunderous roar of her sword swing, instantly being cleaved into several fragments.

Then, Lucia rushed up to the tank, and her holy Storm Shield slammed heavily into its front!

Boom!

A heavy, explosive sound rang out, and layers of shockwaves spread from the point of impact. The massive sonic blast instantly hurled a dozen nearby Ork Boyz into the air.

Inside the cockpit, the Ork driver frantically pounded a large red button on the console. The engine, created by unknown technology, roared with savage fury, but it couldn't budge the seemingly frail shrimp in front of it even an inch.

Lucia remained silent. The teeth of her Chainsword spun at high speed, then she drove it deep into the armor. With a push from her legs, she flipped the tank over.

Under the gaze of the surrounding Ork Boyz—filled with a mix of fear, admiration, madness, and frenzy—the heavy Ork tank was sent flying like a toy, tracing a graceful arc through the air before crashing down heavily. It rolled like a bowling ball, plowing through a large number of Ork Boyz and light vehicles in its path.

"...That's too Waaagh!"

The Ork Boyz, stunned by the sight, felt no fear—only growing frenzy. They charged at Lucia one after another, only to be effortlessly slain.

"Truly brutal."

Rowan also caught sight of Leonardo and Lucia's bloody rampage through the Ork lines and couldn't help but admire them.

He was currently positioned at the center of the formation, with Sibyl guarding him closely, while over a dozen Astartes formed a shield wall around him.

As he spoke, Rowan drew Solomon's Ceremonial Sword and gently pointed it outward.

This sword wasn't aimed at any Ork, but at an Astartes lying on the ground not far away.

That Astartes' Power Armor was mostly shattered, cracks spreading like a spiderweb, revealing the empty interior.

Golden Emperor's Flame rose up, enveloping the Power Armor completely. In an instant, it reconstructed itself—fragments gathered, cracks vanished, and all damage ceased to exist.

The Astartes silently stood up, picked up the Bolter scattered on the ground, and immediately threw himself back into the blazing battlefield ahead.

That's right—Rowan wasn't in a hurry to join the Adeptus Custodes and the Living Saint in tearing apart the Ork positions and breaking their offensive.

No matter how much his power had grown, he never forgot the fact that his physical constitution was still on par with an ordinary person.

Even if Rowan could rely on his Reality Warping Ability to move at Sonic Movement, and could easily "stare down" incoming enemies with just his eyes when serious, and his mental shields might even block a direct hit from a Super-heavy Tank...

None of that was a reason to recklessly charge into the enemy ranks on a whim.

As for the result of acting on impulse—a certain Thirteenth Legion primarch had already demonstrated it clearly: getting his throat slit, lying in a Stasis Field for ten thousand years, and waking up only to fix the spaghetti code he left behind. A tale that would make anyone who heard it grieve and anyone who saw it weep.

Even Sibyl, an Alpha Psyker perfectly suited for AOE clearing in this chaotic battlefield, was currently guarding his safety.

But while Rowan wasn't in a hurry, one Orc was getting anxious.

The Heavy Boss wearing a Commissar's uniform, having witnessed the two golden shrimps going on a rampage through the Ork tide, twisted his already ugly face in fury.

This can't go on!

The Boyz were numerous, but not infinite—they couldn't just let those shrimps slaughter them freely. This situation had to be broken!

After a moment's thought, he let out a loud roar to grab the attention of the surrounding Ork Boyz. Then, striding forward, he crushed the heads of a few Ork Boyz blocking his path with his massive mechanical claw, charging straight at the golden shrimp with the huge white wings.

I'm the sneakiest!

This golden shrimp has feathery wings, looks intimidating, but its build isn't as big or bulky as the other golden-armored giant—it's actually quite frail. Definitely not a high threat!

I'll pick you!

"You! Come fight me, Zaliya!"

He roared loudly, trying to catch the attention of the golden shrimp rampaging through the green tide.

The surrounding Ork Boyz noticed the actions of this clearly "Waaagh" Heavy Boss and immediately cast looks of reverence and anticipation.

This pleased Zaliya immensely. An invisible force surged into his muscles, making him feel full of power—even his frame seemed to swell slightly.

At that moment, amid the chaos of the battlefield, Lucia naturally didn't notice the Heavy Boss right away.

She was just curious about one thing.

Why had these stupid Xenos stopped coming forward to die?

But as the surrounding Ork Boyz cleared a large open space, she soon spotted the massive, muscular Ork Boss glaring at her with a provocative look.

"Oh, I see."

As a former Sister Superior of the Order of the Martyred Saint, Lucia had dealt with Ork Boyz plenty of times before. She understood the situation now, and a suitable idea quickly formed in her mind.

She made a move that caused the surrounding Orks to breathe heavily, their eyes turning bloodshot.

She deliberately set down her Chainsword and Storm Shield, thrusting them deep into the dirt.

"How dare you look down on us like this!"

The Ork Boss was clearly enraged by the sight, suppressing a low growl as it prepared to charge at Lucia like a wild bull.

But Lucia paid it no mind. With a single flap of her wings, she shot a dozen meters into the air and landed atop a recently destroyed Looted Wagon.

Her armored iron hand pierced through the hull, gripping the internal structure tightly.

Then, as the Heavy Boss stopped in its tracks and stared up in terror, Lucia calmly spread her wings and lifted the Rage Tracker—at least a hundred tons in weight—straight into the air!

"Gork and Mork above..."

The Heavy Boss only had time to mutter those final words before the shadow of the massive Rage Tracker fell over it completely, then crashed down with a thunderous impact!

"AAAAAAAGH!"

Lucia let out a resounding battle cry, her fists raining down like a storm upon the vehicle's roof, pounding the solid steel into deep, deformed craters.

Like a steamroller, she ground the Xenos beneath into pulp, blood seeping through the gaps under the wreckage, accompanied by the incessant, teeth-grinding crunch of metal and bone!