The Emperor's Maxim in His Left Hand, the Priest's Staff in His Right!
Who is Albert?
The most formidable Fang of the Frost Wolves Chapter. Even the Chapter Master himself would likely not last ten moves in a one-on-one Company Commander if he didn't hold back. A true iron-clad Chapter of the Chapter!
He once had the glorious feat of single-handedly killing Bloodthirster, and he was even able to infiltrate the Zerg hive alone. Among the Space Wolves, he was quite famous.
This tough guy was actually ambushed?!
Even the Chapter Serf couldn't help but feel sorry for the person who had offended Albert. This fierce man from the Space Wolves was never a kind soul!
As for Piazzas, he was now completely disheartened.
Looking at the Space Wolves's burly man who suddenly burst into the command room, with an Adamantium shield in his left hand and power claw in his right, his body was strong and muscular, his Power Armor covered with wolf skin, and three gleaming gold studs on his forehead, he immediately thought to himself, "Oh no!"
Last time, they ambushed Fang of the Frost Wolves. Despite having the advantage of numbers and a surprise attack, they still couldn't defeat them, which speaks volumes.
These Space Wolves... they're pretty fierce!
As a result, their company Company Commander, acting like a boss, single-handedly broke through the defenses and stormed into the command center. How could Piazzas not understand the difference in skill?
Putting everything else aside, just looking at the three gold nails on his forehead, he knew he was no match for him!
But if you turn around and run away...
Piazzas could already feel the cold gazes coming from behind him. Needless to say, if he dared to turn around and run, his restless subordinates would cut off his head and hang it on the "Blood God" flag!
"Under the witness of the Blood God, I... Piazzas Kurs, leader of the World Eaters and the Blood Skull Warband, challenge you with honor and courage!"
Piazzas glanced at his ill-intentioned colleague, mustered his courage, drew his Chainaxe, sighed inwardly, and stepped forward, glaring angrily at the Space Wolves's burly man.
"Not bad, that takes courage!"
Faced with challenges, Space Wolves never flinched. Even knowing it was a trap, the hot-tempered Albert still chose to accept. "In the name of the All-Father and Leman Russ, I, Albert Amos, accept your challenge, heretic!"
The surrounding Chaos Canister silently stepped back a few paces.
The Chapter Serf remained calm, as if it were a habit, and took a half-step back, casually asking, "Company Commander, do you need Power hammer?"
"Need not."
Albert grinned maliciously, stretched his limbs, and beckoned to the other party with his right-hand power claw, saying disdainfully, "You don't need Power hammer to deal with this kind of trash!"
That's outrageous!
Piazzas gritted his teeth, glaring angrily at Albert had looked down on him. "By the Blood God, I will make you regret this! How dare you underestimate me!"
Bang!
A loud bang suddenly came from the cast steel floor.
As Piazzas stomped his feet, he resembled a savage African elephant, his body dragging a burst of air as he suddenly traversed a distance of several meters. The Chainaxe in his right hand roared mechanically as it cleaved down at incredible speed!
However, although his movements were fast, in the eyes of the battle-hardened Albert, they were full of flaws. Albert raised the round shield on his left arm and directly blocked the attack!
When!!!
The Chainaxe the Adamantium, sparking dazzling flashes.
The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing together rang out, accompanied by the powerful impact that shook the air, filling the command room with a chilling atmosphere!
"You little brat from the World Eaters, is that all the power you've got?!"
Albert easily parried the axe blow, and instead of retaliating, he even had the strength to spare, laughing mockingly, "I don't think that'll work. Why don't you just drive a nail into your head too!"
"Shut up!!!"
To bring up that nail in front of the World Eaters was nothing short of the greatest mockery. Even with Piazzas's good temper, he was so angry that his eyes turned red.
He took a half step back, this time gripping the handle with both hands, and spun half his body to increase his power with centrifugal force, angrily slashing out a blur of afterimages!
Albert's seemingly burly body was actually extremely agile. He stepped to the side and easily dodged the opponent's powerful attack again. He then used his right power claw to deliver a powerful blow to Piazzas's head!
Smack!
This slap made all the canned food in the room twitch involuntarily; they actually saw a sonic boom!
It wasn't an illusion; it was real—a sonic boom was produced!
Piazzas felt as if his head had almost flown off his neck. His helmet was smashed by a slap, and he saw stars as he stumbled to the side.
"Is that all you've got?!"
Albert was just there to vent his anger. Before Piazzas could regain his balance, he kicked him in the chest.
Bang!
Piazzas was kicked backward and flew straight into the wall. Before his brain could even settle, he felt his scalp being grabbed and slammed hard to the ground!
Bang!
His head made intimate contact with the ground, causing Piazzas to cough up blood and several of his Big Tooth to fly out.
But Albert, filled with rage, wasn't about to let this damned heretic scum go so easily. He grabbed Albert's head with his power claw, dragged him around on the ground like trash, spun him around, and threw him against another wall!
Boom!
It was only then that Piazzas truly realized the gap between him and his opponent was far greater than the gap between humans and Astartes; they were simply not on the same level!
"Aren't you very capable?"
Albert had no intention of simply letting this scoundrel go. In over three hundred years, aside from a few major battles, when had he ever suffered such a loss?
We were ambushed by a bunch of Chaos scum, resulting in the deaths of over twenty of our brothers. If we go back now, won't that old bastard, the Chapter Master, laugh at us to death?
If he could swallow this insult, he wouldn't be Albert!
"Get up, you bastard!" Albert grabbed Piazzas by the head, tossing him around like a rag doll, stomping on him every now and then—it was pure one-sided torture!
"Leader!!"
The Chaos Canister next to them seemed to find it hard to bear.
Regardless, Piazzas is still their leader. To be so thoroughly humiliated like this is simply too shameful.
The Chaos Canister, already itching to fight, tried to gang up on the group, but unfortunately... it was stopped by the Chapter Serf clad in black armor.
"Sorry, our Company Commander is having a great time playing."
The Chapter Serf's voice was calm, seemingly quite easygoing, as he smiled and said, "I can't let you bother our Company Commander."
"Get out of here!!!"
The Chaos Canister saw that they had seven or eight people on their side, while the opponent only had one. Since they had the advantage, why waste words with him?
Seven or eight Chaos Canister pulled out Chainsword and roared "Blood God!" ready to avenge their leader.
"I'm trying to talk to you guys nicely, but none of you listen!!" To everyone's surprise, the Chapter Serf suddenly sprang into action, drawing his Priest's staff and wielding it with incredible force!
Bang bang bang!
In just a few seconds, a Chaos Canister was mashed into a pulp.
Then the Chapter Serf, grinning maliciously, removed his helmet, revealing three golden nails on his forehead, which made the Chaos Canister seem to hear the call of the "Blood God".
Are you kidding me?!
What kind of Chapter is this? It's one thing for the company commander to be a veteran Company Commander 300 years of service, but how come the Chapter Serf is also a veteran with 300 years of service?!
"Why do you think I became a pastor?"
The Chapter Serf, holding the Emperor's Maxim in his left hand and waving his Priest's staff in his right, adopted a devout air of performing a physical ritual of salvation. "Chaos, is it? World Eaters, is it? Die, you bastard—!"