The Stormblade is one of the most powerful main battle tanks in the Imperial Army.
It is in the same class as the Baneblade Super-Heavy Tank, weighing 310 tons.
Its main gun is a powerful Plasma Blastgun.
This weapon can fire plasma streams at temperatures reaching millions of degrees Celsius, easily melting the armor of Imperium main battle tanks.
It is a true heavy-armored killer.
Beside the ten Stormblade stood an entire company of Sisters of Silence Ventria Guard.
The Sisters of Silence, clad in black Power Armour and wielding Power Sword and Storm Shield, exuded a suffocating Psychic Power pressure with their icy gazes.
The Ventria Guard is Dominic's private army, composed of battle-hardened elites equipped with the finest weapons and armor.
This was the last line of defense that Dominic had prepared for Ragnar.
A true line of defense against death.
"It seems that shrimp is really not simple," Ragnar said in a deep voice.
"There are so many powerful tanks."
Ragnar had witnessed the power of the Poison Baneblade Tank Baneblade Tank, but it only appeared two or three times during the entire Dorito period.
He didn't recognize these tanks, but he could tell they were not much different from the Baneblade Tank.
"Boss, what do we do?" a Goffs guy asked cautiously.
His voice trembled slightly as he looked at the ten dark, gaping plasma cannon muzzles.
"What do we do?" Ragnar sneered. "Of course, we charge over there and crush them all into mincemeat!"
"We've come this far, there's no turning back!"
"Once we get through this hall, we'll reach the bridge!"
"We'll win as long as we kill the shrimp's leader!"
" Wrecking Ball Brigade, heed my command!"
"Full speed ahead!"
More than forty Wrecking Balls were activated simultaneously, rushing towards the other end of the hall.
They rolled rapidly across the smooth marble floor, making a loud rumbling sound.
"Fire!"
The commander of the defensive line, Ralfa, coldly waved his hand and issued the order.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Ten Stormblade Plasma Blastgun fired simultaneously.
Ten dazzling blue plasma beams shot towards the Wrecking Ball Brigade like meteors.
Wherever the plasma cluster passes, the air is distorted by the high temperature.
"No! Get out of the way!" Ragnar's expression changed drastically, and he shouted loudly.
But it was too late.
There was no cover in the hall.
The Wrecking Balls had nowhere to hide.
The first plasma cluster hit the foremost Destruction Ball.
The temperature of millions of degrees instantly melted the thick alloy armor.
The entire Wrecking Ball, along with the Goffs creature inside, turned into gas in an instant.
Not a single crumb was left.
Immediately afterwards, several other unfortunate souls were also hit and turned to ashes.
The power of the Plasma Blastgun is truly terrifying.
Any Wrecking Ball, once hit, will be destroyed instantly.
"Ah!!!"
Screams echoed throughout the room.
The Wrecking Balls were destroyed one after another.
What was originally an absolute advantage due to the lack of cover has now become its biggest disadvantage.
They could only watch helplessly as the plasma stream flew towards them, with nowhere to hide.
Less than a minute.
Originally there were more than forty Wrecking Balls, but now there are less than twenty left.
The losses exceeded half.
This is the worst loss the Wrecking Ball Brigade has suffered since its formation.
"Damn it!" Ragnar said through gritted teeth.
His giant iron ball was also grazed on the side by a plasma burst.
A large chunk of the armor melted away, billowing black smoke.
But he did not back down in the slightest.
Instead, they sped up and charged toward the defensive line.
"Kill them! Don't stop!" Ralfa waved his hand expressionlessly, and a novice nun relayed the order.
The Stormblade gunners were rapidly loading ammunition.
The second salvo is about to begin.
Three more Wrecking Balls were destroyed.
When Ragnar rushed to a position less than 100 meters from the defensive line, there were only ten Disruption Balls left behind him.
His iconic throne cauldron gradually melted and deformed under the continuous bombardment of the Plasma Blastgun.
The runes and graffiti on it were all burned.
The enormous iron pot was reduced to a twisted piece of scrap metal.
But Ragnar didn't care at all.
He knew that even if the pot was destroyed, as long as he could return to Dorito alive, the Stew God would make it reappear before his throne.
This was the promise that the Stew God made to him.
"Boom!"
Ragnar's giant iron ball slammed into the frontal armor of a Stormblade.
The immense impact caused the 310-ton Stormblade to be pushed back several meters.
"Smash it!"
Ragnar leaped out of the iron sphere, brandishing a massive Power Axe, and swung it toward the Stormblade's cockpit.
"Snap!"
The Power Axe easily cleaved through the armor of the driver's cab.
The gunner inside was chopped in two by his axe.
The remaining five Wrecking Balls rushed to the front of the defense and engaged in fierce close combat with the Ventria Guard and the Sisters of Silence.
Suddenly, a loud clanging of metal filled the hall.
Ralfa stood quietly at the back of the defensive line, observing the chaotic battle with a cold eye.
Suddenly, her brows furrowed tightly.
She sensed something was wrong.
As Ragnar was struck by several plasma beams simultaneously, his armor completely melted away.
But not only was the opponent not dead, an extremely terrifying and violent aura was emanating from Ragnar's body.
There stood Ragnar beside the destroyed Stormblade, his entire body glowing red, like a piece of iron that had been heated to a molten core.
White steam billowed from his body.
The once round and plump body is shrinking at a visible rate.
The excess fat on my body is burning and evaporating rapidly.
His muscles became increasingly toned and muscular.
His original square-shaped body, which was over four meters wide, has now been transformed into a muscular Orks.
But the aura emanating from him was ten times, a hundred times more terrifying than when he was in his Wrecking Ball form!
It was a pure, primal force, carrying the power to destroy everything.
Ralfa's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
She gripped her Power Sword tightly, her gaze fixed intently on Ragnar.