"Switch tactics, prepare the Power Halberd, form ranks!"
The novice nun accurately translated and conveyed Ralfa's commands and gestures to everyone on the battlefield.
Having witnessed Ragnar's bizarre transformation firsthand, the battle-hardened Sisters of Silence Commander remained completely calm.
She immediately issued orders to adjust tactics.
The Ventria Guard and the Sisters of Silence quickly dispersed, forming a standard firing position for engaging large, single targets.
They replaced their Boltgun and Power Sword with longer Power Halberd, which were better suited for thrusting and blocking charges.
The four-meter-long Power Halberd gleamed with a pale blue disintegrating force field, its tip aimed at Ragnar, who stood atop the wreckage of the Stormblade.
These Power Halberd were specifically designed to fight demons and giant Xenos.
Their piercing power surpasses that of Power Sword, easily tearing through the thickest armor.
"For the Emperor! Charge!"
One of the guards roared and led the charge.
A dozen or so guards and the Sisters of Silence followed closely behind, pouncing on Ragnar like a pride of lions.
Their steps were synchronized and their coordination was impeccable.
The Power Halberd struck Ragnar's eyes, throat, heart, and other vital organs from different angles.
Ragnar stood still, motionless.
He looked down at his hands.
His once thick hands have now become large and powerful, with clearly defined muscle lines.
When the armor melted, the molten metal solidified on his hands, forming a pair of irregular metal gauntlets.
The surface of the boxing gloves was uneven, and they were still emitting a faint warmth.
He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him.
That was the power bestowed upon him by the Stew God.
It was a power he obtained by exchanging one-third of the Supreme Stewed Rice, a power sufficient to destroy everything.
Seeing the dozen or so Power Halberd thrusting towards him, Ragnar grinned, a ferocious smile spreading across his face.
He didn't even bother to dodge.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
A series of metallic clanging sounds rang out.
More than a dozen Power Halberd pierced Ragnar's body simultaneously.
However, something happened that left everyone speechless.
The Power Halberd, imbued with a disintegrating force field, was unable to pierce Ragnar's bright red skin.
The halberd tip could only leave shallow white marks on his skin before being deflected.
"What?!"
The guard exclaimed, his face filled with disbelief.
Even Space Marine's Ceramite Power Armour could be easily pierced by the Power Halberd in his hand.
It couldn't even pierce the skin of a Orks?
How is that possible?!
In the instant they were stunned...
Ragnar moved.
His speed was astonishing.
He was completely different from the round, slow-moving fat man he used to be.
He even left behind blurry afterimages.
"Bang!"
A dull, loud thud.
Ragnar punched the nearest Sisters of Silence in the chest.
The nun wore the Vratine Armour, a composite of Adamantium and ceramic, which could withstand attacks from most conventional weapons.
But against Ragnar's fist, this sturdy armor was no different from fragile glass.
"Snap!"
The breastplate dented and shattered instantly.
The immense power penetrated the armor and entered the nun's body.
All her ribs were broken, and her heart was shattered.
The nun was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing heavily into a wall in the distance before sliding to the ground and falling still.
Ralfa's pupils contracted sharply.
The nun was one of her most prized disciples.
He was killed in a single punch.
[Kill him! Avenge my sisters!]
The remaining nuns and guards, their eyes red with fury, launched another charge.
But this was all in vain.
Ragnar was like a tiger that had broken into a flock of sheep.
Every punch and kick he delivered carried devastating power.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The dull thuds of impact continued.
The Ventria bodyguard, clad in sophisticated Power Armour, had his head smashed open with a single punch.
The Sisters of Silence, clad in the Vratine Armour, was kicked in half at the waist by him.
No one could withstand his attack.
What made everyone even more desperate was that Sisters of Silence's Psychic Power suppression abilities were completely useless.
The Sisters of Silence are Emperor specifically deployed to combat Psyker and demons.
They are themselves Psychic Power black holes, capable of suppressing all Psychic Power fluctuations around them.
But the power emanating from Ragnar doesn't seem to be Psychic Power at all.
It's not the Waaagh! Energy commonly found in Orks.
Unaffected by the suppression of Psychic Power, it surged unchecked within Ragnar's body.
In just a few minutes.
The original company of the Sisters of Silence Ventria Guard was nearly half lost.
Blood and bits of flesh splattered across the pristine white marble floor.
The hall was filled with shattered armor and twisted weapons.
The surviving soldiers stared at the demonic green figure with fear in their eyes.
Their bodies were trembling slightly, but not one of them retreated.
"Boom!"
Another Stormblade super-heavy tank has been loaded.
The gunner gritted his teeth and aimed the cannon at Ragnar.
"Die, you monster!"
He slammed down the launch button.
A dazzling blue plasma plume shot towards Ragnar.
But just as the plasma beam was about to hit Ragnar...
Ragnar's body suddenly darted to the side.
His speed was extremely fast.
The plasma beam grazed his body and struck the wall behind him.
"Boom!"
The massive explosion blasted a huge hole in the alloy wall.
Metal fragments and dust filled the air.
"How is that possible...?"
The gunner's eyes widened, his face filled with despair.
He had never seen any creature with such a fast reaction speed.
Even the Aeldari warriors, renowned for their speed, are no match for this.
He didn't have time to reload.
Ragnar had transformed into a green Lightning and rushed towards Stormblade.
He leaped high into the air.
Then, he punched the muzzle of the Plasma Blastgun.
"Snap!"
He actually managed to bend the heavy cannon barrel with his bare hands.
The muzzle is concave inward and completely deformed.
"Oh no! Abandon the vehicle!"
The train conductor shouted in terror.
But it was too late.
The plasma stream that had been fully charged inside the gun barrel could not be fired out; it could only expand violently inside the gun barrel.
"BOOM!!!"
A deafening roar.
The plasma exploded violently inside the tank.
The temperature of millions of degrees Celsius instantly filled the entire interior of the tank.
Stormblade's heavy armor had now become a giant oven.
The gunners and drivers inside were roasted alive.
The entire Stormblade was transformed into a burning iron coffin.
Ragnar jumped off the burning wreckage of the tank.
He dusted himself off and coldly swept his gaze over the remaining Stormblade.
The gunners, looking at Ragnar's eyes, swallowed hard.
Seeing this, Ralfa took a deep breath and drew his power greatsword from his waist.
This sword is one of the sacred relics of the Sisters of Silence Order.
The sword is engraved with sacred runes, which can inflict additional damage on all evil creatures.
Ralfa donned her signature Vratine Armour.
The black armor was inlaid with silver holy runes, radiating a faint holy light.
With a wave of his hand, Ralfa charged towards Ragnar first.
The remaining dozen or so Sisters of Silence also drew their Power Sword and followed behind Ralfa.
They were the Emperor's most loyal daughters.
Even if Ragnar at this point was beyond their comprehension and not a target they were good at dealing with.
They will never back down, not even a single step.
Ralfa is extremely fast.
She was the only one present who could barely keep up with Ragnar's movements.
Her powerful greatsword always found an opportunity to strike at Ragnar's vitals.
The sacred runes on the sword gleamed with a dazzling light.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Ragnar swung his metal gauntlets, constantly parrying Ralfa's attacks.
Mars flew everywhere.
Ralfa's swordsmanship is extremely skillful, cunning, and deadly.
Every sword strike was aimed at Ragnar's weakness.
But Ragnar reacted even faster.
He always managed to block Ralfa's attacks at the last possible moment.
Moreover, his power was simply too great.
With each collision, Ralfa felt as if she were swinging a sword at a block of iron, the recoil making her hands numb and painful.
The other nuns lingered around, looking for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
They worked together seamlessly, constantly causing trouble for Ragnar.
For a time, they managed to hold off Ragnar temporarily.
But Ralfa knew very well what was going on.
They're just barely clinging to life.
Ragnar hasn't used his full strength yet.
He was toying with them like a cat playing with mice.
Before long, they will all die here.
really.
After yet another collision.
Ragnar seized upon one of Ralfa's weaknesses.
He suddenly turned to the side, dodging Ralfa's horizontal slash.
Then, his right fist shot out like a cannonball.
"Bang!"
The punch only grazed Ralfa's abdomen.
"Puff!"
Ralfa coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Even though it was just a glancing blow, the immense force still sent her flying backward at lightning speed.
She fell heavily to the ground and slid several meters away.
The Power Armour's chest plate was severely deformed, and the holy runes on it had faded.
The remaining nuns tried to rush over to protect Ralfa.
[Don't come any closer, maintain formation!] Ralfa waved his hands rapidly, struggling to stand up, but found that his body wouldn't obey him.
That punch just now broke several of her ribs and severely damaged her internal organs.
Ragnar walked step by step toward Ralfa.
A cruel smile graced his face.
"Finally, it's your turn."
"That woman in black armor."
"You were the one giving the instructions just now, weren't you?"
"I'll twist your head off and use it as a wine bowl."
He raised his fist, ready to deliver the final blow to Ralfa.
The nuns tried to rush over to stop them, but Ragnar easily sent them all flying with a few punches.
No one can stop him.
Ralfa closed his eyes.
She was prepared to dedicate herself to the Emperor.
Just then...
A tall figure appeared behind Ralfa.
She reached out a hand and gently supported Ralfa as he was about to fall.
That large, warm, and strong hand gave her a familiar feeling.
Ralfa looked up.
What came into view was a dazzling suit of golden armor.
The armor was engraved with exquisite Imperium eagle emblems and sacred runes.
Red feather tassels fluttered in the wind on the helmet.