On the middle deck of the Gemstone, during the fierce battle between the Ragnar and the Talons of the Emperor.
Inside the control room of a Macro-cannon piece, a fierce gunfight is underway.
"Fire! Don't let those Orks charge!"
A naval garrison captain, hiding behind the control panel, shouted loudly.
He is leading a naval garrison of over a hundred men, holding the Macro-cannon control room at all costs.
Dozens of Ork Boyz from the Deathskulls Clan, hiding on the other side of the passage, kept firing at the control room with scrap maces and nerve cannons.
Bullets and lasers continuously struck the metal walls, emitting blinding light.
"Captain, we're almost out of ammunition!" a soldier said anxiously.
"Hold on, reinforcements will be here soon!" the captain said through gritted teeth.
But he knew very well that the entire Gemstone was now in chaos.
By the time reinforcements arrive, who knows when that will be?
They're probably going to die here today.
Just then...
A slight noise suddenly came from the ventilation ducts in the control room.
Immediately afterwards, the vent grille fell off silently.
A figure jumped out of the ventilation duct.
He landed silently in the center of the control room.
Everyone was stunned.
Both the naval soldiers and the Orks Deathskulls glanced at this unexpected guest.
The newcomer was dressed in purple bio-armor.
The armor's surface is smooth as a mirror, flowing with a metallic luster, its lines are smooth and beautiful, and it is full of power.
He was wearing a full-face mask.
On the mask, besides the single spiral horn, two eyes stood out prominently.
One is as deep as a purple abyss, the other as dazzling as the golden sun.
Behind him, the phantom of a terrifying insect-like behemoth loomed in and out of sight.
It exudes a suffocating sense of oppression.
He just stood there quietly.
The whole world seemed to stand still because of his appearance.
Who are you?!
The naval captain was the first to react.
He raised his Lasgun and aimed it at the mysterious man.
At the same time, he reached for the walkie-talkie at his waist with his other hand, wanting to report the situation to his superiors.
But his hand had just touched the walkie-talkie.
"Whoosh!"
A barely perceptible flash of cold light appeared.
The squad leader's wrist was severed at the root.
The cut is as smooth as a mirror.
Fresh blood gushed out.
"Ahhh!!!"
The squad leader let out a piercing scream.
He stared in disbelief at his wrist lying on the floor.
Before he could react...
Several more flashes of cold light appeared.
Everyone in the control room, whether naval soldiers or Deathskulls Orks.
Their bodies were instantly sliced into countless pieces.
Blood and entrails splattered throughout the control room.
He didn't even have time to let out a scream.
The entire process took less than a second.
The behemoth behind Lynn simply and gracefully retracted the Psychic Power threads in its hand.
He looked at the pieces of flesh and blood scattered on the ground and sighed softly.
"I admire your courage, but I'm sorry, who told you to see me?" The voice was calm and indifferent.
He couldn't let anyone know his secret.
Lynn raised his head and looked towards the bridge.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
" Ragnar..."
He then transformed into a purple afterimage and rushed out of the Macro-cannon control room.
It sped off towards the bridge.
"Snap!"
Ragnar's iron fist was only half a foot away from the bridge gate.
The half-meter-thick Adamantium alloy door was twisted and deformed under the frenzied punches, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading across its surface and tiny metal fragments falling off in a flurry.
If he had just two and a half more seconds, the door that had blocked his way for so long would have shattered completely.
That proud nobleman hiding in the back will eventually become the freshest ingredient in his ultimate braised pot.
Ralfa knew he couldn't delay any longer.
She exchanged a glance with Renix.
There was no fear in his black eyes, only a burning determination.
Renix gripped his Guardian Spear tightly, his brow furrowed beneath his golden helmet.
She shook her head almost instinctively, the movement small but conveying an undisguised resistance.
This is not a tactic used by the Adeptus Custodes.
To use comrades-in-arms who have fought side by side for decades as human cannonballs to throw at monsters is a desecration of the glory of the Talons of the Emperor.
Moreover, if they fail, Ralfa won't even be able to leave behind a complete corpse.
Ralfa didn't give her time to argue.
Her fingers flew across her chest, making a series of rapid gestures.
[ Dominic is just behind the bridge.]
There's no time left.
[For the Emperor.]
As she made the final gesture, her fingertips lightly touched her chest—the secret signal they had agreed upon when they first partnered up.
Renix's body stiffened abruptly.
She remained silent for several microseconds.
Finally, she nodded quickly.
A large golden hand reached out, its heavy gauntlet tightly enveloping Ralfa's hand.
She spun around abruptly, her heavy Auramite Armour sparking as it scraped against the marble floor.
One circle, two circles, three circles—the powerful centrifugal force tore at the air, causing it to emit a whistling sound.
"Walk!"
For the first time, Renix ' voice had a hoarse tremor.
She suddenly let go.
Like a black cannonball fired from a gun, Ralfa tore through the air and shot towards Ragnar's back at high speed.
The sound of wind breaking startled Ragnar.
He stopped his fist from falling and turned away impatiently.
"A persistent fly."
He grinned, revealing a set of yellowed fangs.
Since this woman in black armor is so eager to die, let's grant her wish for now.
Anyway, killing her and then twisting that nobody's head won't take more than a few seconds.
Ragnar raised his right fist, which gleamed with a metallic sheen and was still covered in molten remnants of the Stormblade tank.
He had precisely calculated Ralfa's flight trajectory; this punch would smash her and her Vratine Armour into a bloody pulp!
"This time, let's see where you can hide!"
Ralfa's face was expressionless.
At a moment when she was still ten meters away from Ragnar, she suddenly hurled the greatsword she was holding tightly.
"Call out!"
The black greatsword, engraved with sacred runes, transformed into a streak of light and pierced straight for Ragnar's left eye.
"A clumsy trick."
Ragnar snorted coldly and casually swung his hand to block.
"Clang!"
Mars flew everywhere.
The relic greatsword was smashed away by his punch, spinning and embedding itself deeply into the marble floor five meters away, its hilt humming to itself.
Just then...
Ralfa flicked his left hand downwards.
A grenade landed precisely below her.
"Boom!"
A violent explosion erupted at her feet, and she stretched out her arms to shield herself.
The towering flames and shockwaves lifted her body sharply upwards, instantly turning her originally straight flight path into a steep right angle.
"Um?"
Ragnar's fist grazed the sole of Ralfa's shoe, missing its mark, and the force of the blow even blew off the topknot on her helmet.
He paused for a moment.
This woman went to such lengths just to avoid his punch?
Before he could even look up to search for Ralfa's whereabouts, a chilling killing intent swept over him.
Renix swept towards him like a gust of wind.
The Adamantium tip of the Guardian Spear reflected a cold glint, aiming straight for his face.
"That trick again!"
Ragnar curled his lip in disdain.
In his view, this was nothing more than their usual feint.
He raised his left arm, ready to easily block the spear as before.
However, just as his arm was about to touch the spear tip...
A chilling, bone-chilling killing intent crashed down upon him.
Ragnar's pupils suddenly contracted.
He finally found out where the woman had gone.
Ralfa braced himself against the ceiling, and with the immense rebound force, he plummeted from the sky like a diving meteorite.
In her right hand she gripped a dagger, entirely silver-blue in color, one of the Adeptus Mechanicus's treasures, the " Flower of Heavenly Tribulation."
Specifically designed to deal with large mechanical units, it can instantly release a high-voltage current of five million volts.
"Pfft!"
The dagger pierced precisely into the softest hollow at the back of Ragnar's neck.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!!"
Millions of volts of blue electric arcs erupted instantly, like countless dancing electric snakes, coiling around Ragnar's entire body.
"Ah!!!"
Ragnar immediately let out a painful roar.
His body began to convulse violently, and all his muscles spasmed uncontrollably.
His once indestructible skin was charred and blistered by the electric shock, and every nerve was enduring excruciating pain as if it were being burned by fire.
He was like a statue nailed to the ground, unable to move.
"Success!"
The surviving guards let out a suppressed cheer.
Renix breathed a sigh of relief, gripped his spear tightly, and watched Ragnar, ready to deliver the fatal blow at any moment.
However, only three seconds passed.
Ragnar's roar gradually subsided.
The electric arcs on his body were weakening at a visible rate.
The body, which had been convulsing violently, gradually became less and less convulsive.
"It's useless..."
Ragnar gritted his teeth and squeezed out each word from between them.
His vocal cords were burned by the electric current, and his voice was hoarse, like the mechanical voice of priests.
"This level of current."
"My body will adapt very soon."
"At that time, I will chew you all up and swallow you whole, one by one."
As he said.
His fingers had begun to twitch slightly.
In five seconds at most, he will be able to completely break free from the electric current.