Compared to Leonardo's sharp, relentless fighting style, Lucia's approach was usually much simpler and more brutal.
Clad in golden Power Armor, she spread the white wings on her back and hurtled into the Ork charge like a meteor wrapped in gravity.
Everywhere she passed, Orks were killed or wounded, leaving a scene of utter devastation, with broken bones and severed limbs scattered across the ground.
As both a Living Saint and a Reality Warper, Lucia's unwavering faith fueled a violent surge of the Emperor's Psychic power, which formed a thick shield around her.
Stray shots flew across the battlefield and struck her without effect. Only tank-class main guns forced her to raise her Storm Shield and block.
An Ork tank picked out this highly threatening prey and charged toward her in a frenzy.
The vehicle, modified by a Mekboy lad, even had two enormous metal pincers mounted on its front. Their sharp spikes glinted coldly, making it clear that it meant to snap Lucia in half!
But Lucia ignored it and charged straight ahead.
The thick pincers snapped shut, only to be overpowered by the thunderous swing of her sword and instantly split into several pieces.
Then Lucia reached the tank, and her holy relic, the Storm Shield, slammed into its front!
BOOM!
A heavy blast rang out. Layer upon layer of shock waves spread from the point of impact, and the tremendous sound instantly sent more than a dozen nearby Orks flying into the air.
The Orks in the cab frantically slapped a large red button on the vehicle. Its engine, built with Unknown technology, roared wildly, but still couldn't budge the seemingly frail Shrimp in front of it.
Lucia said nothing. The teeth of the Chainsword in her hand spun at high speed before she drove it hard into the armor. Then she braced her legs and heaved.
Under the gazes of the surrounding Ork lads, filled with a jumble of fear, admiration, madness, and fervor, the heavy Ork tank was tossed away like a toy. It traced a graceful arc through the air, then hit the ground hard and rolled like a bowling ball, plowing through countless Orks and light vehicles in its path.
"...That's just too Waaagh!"
The Ork lads were stunned by the sight, but instead of growing afraid, they became even more frenzied. They charged at Lucia one after another, only to be easily cut down.
"Brutal."
Rowan had also seen Leonardo and Lucia wreaking havoc in the Ork lines, and couldn't help but marvel at their prowess.
He was currently at the center of the position. Sibia stood guard beside him, while more than a dozen Astartes formed a shield wall around him.
As he spoke, Rowan drew Solomon's Ceremonial Sword and pointed it lightly outward.
He wasn't pointing at any Ork, but at an Astartes lying on the ground not far away.
Most of the Astartes' Power Armor had been destroyed, its surface webbed with cracks that exposed the empty space inside.
Golden Emperor's fire rose up and enveloped the entire suit of Power Armor. In an instant, it reconstructed the armor: the pieces drew together, the cracks vanished, and every damaged section was restored.
The Astartes silently got to his feet, picked up the Bolter lying on the ground, and immediately rejoined the battle ahead, where gunfire roared without pause.
That was right. Rowan wasn't rushing to join the Adeptus Custodes and the Living Saint in tearing apart the Ork position and breaking their assault.
No matter how much his strength improved, he never forgot that his physical capabilities were still on par with an ordinary person's.
Even if Rowan could use his Reality Warping Ability to move at supersonic speeds, effortlessly "stare" an incoming enemy to death when he got serious, and perhaps form a force-of-will shield capable of stopping a direct hit from a Super-heavy Tank...
None of that was a reason to charge headlong into the enemy lines on a whim and get carried away.
The consequences of losing your head had already been made abundantly clear by a certain primarch of the Thirteenth Legion: someone had slit his throat, he'd spent ten thousand years asleep in a stasis field, and after waking up, he'd had to revise the mountain of code he'd left behind. It was enough to make anyone weep.
Even Sibia, an Alpha Psyker ideally suited to washing a chaotic battlefield clean with AOE attacks, was currently focused on protecting him.
But Rowan wasn't in a hurry. One beast, however, was.
The heavily armored Ork Boss in the Commissar's uniform saw the two gleaming golden Shrimp wreaking havoc in the Ork tide, and his already ugly face twisted at once.
This wouldn't do!
There were plenty of lads, sure, but they weren't endless. They couldn't let those Shrimp slaughter them at will. They had to break this situation!
After a brief moment of thought, he let out a roar to draw the attention of the Orks around him. Then he strode forward, crushing the heads of several Orks in his way with his enormous Mechadendrite, and charged toward the golden Shrimp with a pair of huge white wings.
I'm the sneakiest!
That golden Shrimp had feathered wings and looked pretty intimidating, but he wasn't as big and beefy as the other golden-armored big lad. In fact, he looked downright scrawny. He couldn't be much of a threat!
You'll do!
"You! Come 'ere an' fight Zharizha!"
He bellowed, trying to draw the attention of the golden Shrimp charging through the green tide.
The Orks around him noticed the heavily armored Boss's very Waaagh-looking move and immediately gazed at him with reverence and anticipation.
Zharizha was delighted. An invisible force flowed into all his muscles, and he felt strength surging through him. He even seemed to grow a little bigger.
At that moment, amid the chaos of the battlefield, Lucia naturally hadn't noticed the heavily armored Boss right away.
She was simply wondering about one thing.
Why aren't these stupid Xenos coming up to die anymore?
But as the Orks around her cleared a large space, she soon spotted the hulking Ork Boss glaring at her provocatively.
"Oh, so that's what this is."
As a former Sister Superior of the Order of the Martyred Saint, Lucia had fought the Orks many times before. She understood what was happening and quickly came up with a suitable plan.
She did something that made the surrounding Orks breathe harder and their eyes turn bloodshot.
She set down her Chainsword and Storm Shield, driving them deep into the soil.
"You really think that little of us!"
The Ork Boss was clearly enraged by the sight. He let out a low, restrained growl, preparing to charge Lucia like a bull.
But Lucia paid him no mind. She spread her wings and flew more than ten meters in an instant, landing on the roof of a Looted Wagon that had just been destroyed.
Her armored iron hand pierced the vehicle's plating and gripped its internal structure tightly.
Then, under the horrified gaze of the heavily armored Boss, who had somehow stopped in his tracks, Lucia calmly beat her wings—and lifted the Looted Wagon, which weighed at least a hundred tons, straight into the air!
"Gork and Mork above..."
The heavily armored Boss had time for only these last words before the massive Looted Wagon's shadow completely swallowed him. Then it crashed down!
"AAAAAAAH!"
Lucia let out a resounding battle cry and hammered the roof with her fists, denting the sturdy steel deeply inward.
Like a road roller, she crushed the Xenos underneath completely. Blood seeped through the gaps beneath the vehicle, accompanied by an unending, teeth-grinding creak!
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