Danger had crept up unnoticed.
When the four-armed monsters descended from the sky and launched a shrieking attack, the long and uneventful journey came to an end, replaced by a fierce battle!
"Get behind me!"
Duanmu Huai paid no attention to the Space Wolves at the very front. They were Astartes, after all. If they couldn't even beat a few Genestealers, they might as well go home and drink milk. What concerned him more were the Mortal Auxiliary Army and attendants in the rear. These Genestealers had launched attacks from both front and back, and it was obvious that, to them, the humans in the rear were far easier targets than the modified warriors up front—fat chance!
"Boom!"
Duanmu Huai charged at the enemies before him like an out-of-control truck. Without even looking at the claws and fangs they swung, he slammed headfirst into the Genestealer in front of him and sent it flying. At the same time, he roared and swung the warhammer in his hand forward, smashing two other Genestealers in half at the waist and reducing them to bloody pulp.
Another Genestealer wrapped itself around Duanmu Huai with all four limbs, trying to bind his movements with its own body. Duanmu Huai merely extended his other, empty hand, grabbed the Genestealer by the head, and clenched hard. The next moment, the Genestealer shuddered all over, then went limp.
Then he swung it forward like a whip, smashing it into another enemy that was charging over.
"God Emperor above..."
Inquisitor Sten stared at the scene in stunned disbelief, hardly able to trust his own eyes. An Inquisitor did possess strength far beyond that of ordinary humans, but even that had its limits. Strictly speaking, in terms of physical constitution, Inquisitors stood somewhere between the Mortal Auxiliary Army and