The emergency room was packed, and now several more important figures had arrived.
Victor was delighted. His body was shattered and his organs were failing, but he had killed four opponents on his own level.
Four! On his own level!
It was just that his fighting style was a little... hard on the Astartes.
To the Adeptus Custodes, machinery was inferior. Even the most advanced technology in the Imperium weakened the flesh of the strongest among them.
Prosthetic limbs, artificial eyes... even those extraordinarily powerful suits of auramite armour hindered their speed. Wearing nothing but a black robe, Victor could match the Harlequins for speed, but his defence was utterly inadequate.
Victor's strategy had been to use Xiao Lan and William as shields.
To Victor, the two Primaris Warriors in Anti-psyker Armour were merely a pair of stationary wooden posts. The anti-psyker fields they emitted could suppress the Harlequins and slightly slow their reactions.
At the start of the battle, Victor had pulled William's arm over to block an Annihilation Bolt. The Fire of Cutting had thrust straight out beneath William's armpit, finishing off a silent assassin.
The other two Harlequins had realized something was wrong and decided to kill Victor first, closing in on him from both sides.
The Custodian had then used Xiao Lan to protect his back, blocking one enemy's line of attack while trading injury for a kill against the other head-on, allowing an Atomic Claw to tear through his handsome face.
That was where the claw marks on his face, deep enough to expose bone, had come from.
The Harlequin he had blocked had severely wounded Xiao Lan. All that could be said was that Xiao Lan had survived because his armour was thicker than the enemy's weapon.
His opponent had performed a deeply insulting