The charging Ogryn did not even have time to figure out what had happened before letting out a muffled grunt. "Urgh!"
His enormous, heavy body toppled straight forward like a felled tree, then crashed hard onto the solid ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Having successfully killed the charging Ogryn, the Space Marine did not dare waste a moment. He dashed to the Power Sword that had fallen to the ground and swiftly bent down to pick it up.
Gripping the hilt tightly, he charged at the distant pack of snarling Ogryns with a furious roar, like an enraged lion.
In the Space Marine's hands, the Power Sword seemed to come alive, dancing up and down, sweeping left and right, carving out dazzling, beautiful phantoms that concealed deadly intent.
Every swing came with a sharp howl of wind and a brilliant flash of swordlight, sending chills through all who saw it. One Ogryn after another fell beneath the combined assault of his Power Sword and Plasma Pistol.
Twenty Space Marines clashed with a hundred hulking, savage-faced Ogryns in a harrowing melee.
Although the Space Marines were greatly outnumbered by the Ogryns, their superb combat skills and advanced weaponry kept them from falling behind in the slightest.
Every Ogryn possessed immense strength, their sheer brute force enough to leave one speechless.
Yet the Space Marines did not retreat even half a step. They wielded powerful power weapons, weapons that were not only incomparably sharp but also contained tremendous energy.
Whenever those weapons swung, a blinding flash erupted, instantly cleaving the Ogryns before them—and the weapons in their hands—in two. Blood sprayed and chunks of flesh flew everywhere, making for an exceptionally gruesome and brutal sight.
One particularly massive Ogryn was like a moving hill. He gripped an enormous mace in