Ralfa gripped the hilt of the Flower of Heavenly Tribulation sword tightly, pressing it even deeper into the back of Ragnar's neck.
Blue arcs of electricity also danced across her Vratine Armour, sparks constantly bursting from the internal wiring, the intense heat from the short circuits scorching her skin.
The intense pain made her vision blur, but her hand did not loosen its grip at all.
She looked up at Renix.
Her lips were bleeding from being bitten, but her gaze remained resolute.
She made a few difficult gestures towards Renix.
[Fire.]
[ Stormblade.]
[Fire at me!]
Renix's body trembled violently.
She unconsciously tightened her grip on the Guardian Spear.
Beneath the golden helmet, he seemed lost in thought.
She looked at Ralfa, at her sister who had fought alongside her for decades.
Together they hunted Genestealer in the Hive World, fought against Chaos Daemons in Warp Storm, and crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
How could she order the plasma cannon to fire at her own sister?
But...
She looked at the rickety door of the bridge.
Behind the door lies Dominic, the command center of the Gemstone, and the hope of millions of Imperium soldiers.
If Ragnar gets in, everything will be over.
Renix closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When she opened her eyes again, all her emotions had vanished.
All that remained was a cold, resolute indifference.
Attention all Stormblade!
Her voice came through the communicator, regaining its former confidence and authority.
"Target: the Orks leader directly ahead."
"Maximum power."
"Fire!"
"Yes, sir!"
The seven Stormblade gunners did not hesitate at all.
They were soldiers of the Imperium, and obedience to orders was their ingrained duty.
Seven massive Plasma Blastgun simultaneously began charging.
The cannon's muzzle gathered an increasingly dazzling blue light, and the terrifying energy caused the surrounding space to distort.
The temperature in the hall rose sharply, and the marble floor began to smoke and melt.
Ragnar sensed the approach of death.
He struggled frantically, every muscle in his body bulging.
"Let me go! You damned woman, let me go!"
He used all his strength to shake his body, trying to throw Ralfa off his back.
But Ralfa seemed to be permanently attached to him, clinging to him relentlessly.
The Flower of Heavenly Tribulation remained deeply embedded in the back of his neck, continuously releasing electric current.
"Don't even think about it..."
The high-voltage current did not cause the battle-hardened nun to lose consciousness; she continued to roar inwardly, strengthening her resolve.
I will never let you succeed!
Plasma charging complete.
Renix raised his right hand.
Just as she was about to swing her arm down...
"Boom!"
The alloy doors of the bridge slid open suddenly to both sides.
A black figure darted out like a cheetah.
A giant, hydraulically driven mechanical grappling hook is mounted on his left arm.
"Call out!"
The mechanical grappling hook flew out with a whistling sound and precisely wrapped around Ralfa's waist.
Pull it back sharply!
"Puff!"
The Thorn of Purification was forcibly pulled from the back of Ragnar's neck, leaving a stream of dark green blood.
Ralfa's body was pulled backward by the immense force.
At the very instant she left Ragnar's body.
"Boom!!!"
Seven blue plasma streams were emitted simultaneously, converging into a blazing blue ball of light that instantly engulfed Ragnar's figure.
The temperature reached millions of degrees, causing the air to ignite and crackle.
The marble floor in the center of the hall was vaporized, creating a huge crater.
The blinding blue light forced everyone to close their eyes.
The mechanical grappling hook pulled the Ralfa to the bridge entrance.
A pair of large hands clad in black Power Armour caught her steadily.
Ralfa looked up and was greeted by a majestic and heavy white Power Armour.
This suit of armor is shorter and stockier than the Terminator Armour of Astartes, with lifelike lion reliefs carved on the shoulders and chest, and pale blue energy shimmering at the joints.
Its surface is covered with a layer of divine blessing coating, which can effectively resist the erosion of Psychic Power and demons.
This is the " Celestial Lions " heavy Power Armour that the Adeptus Mechanicus tailored for Dominic Ventria.
Its entire body is made of a composite of refined Adamantium and rare alloys, and its internal structure is similar to that of the Vratine Armour.
It possesses fiber bundles that enhance the wearer's strength, which is the foundation of its status as " Power Armour ".
It also incorporates " Vitrified Lattice Stone Crystal " technology, a special lattice structure that is almost weightless, greatly reducing the burden on the armor itself.
Its defensive capabilities are comparable to those of a regular Terminator Armour, but it also places extremely high demands on the user's physical fitness.
On the entire Gemstone, only Dominic, who had undergone inhuman training since childhood, was able to fully control it without any external assistance.
"Thank you for your hard work, Ralfa."
Dominic's voice came from inside the helmet, calm and steady, with a soothing power.
He handed Ralfa to the medic behind him, then turned around and looked at the center of the plasma explosion.
The blue light gradually faded.
Scalding hot smoke filled the entire hall.
Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the plume of smoke.
"Is it finally over...?"
One of the guards muttered to himself, his voice filled with weariness and relief.
The Orks monster that had put them under endless pressure was finally defeated.
Renix lowered his raised hand, and his tense body finally relaxed.
No matter how bizarre he is, there's absolutely no way he could survive being hit head-on by Plasma Blastgun.
However.
As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.
A charred figure stood silently in the center of the huge crater.
Ragnar is still alive.
His entire body was burned to a crisp, and his skin peeled off like parched earth.
His left arm and right leg were reduced to bare white bones, and his eyes were burned into empty sockets.
He looked like a charred lump of flesh dragged out of a crematorium.
But he is indeed still alive.
His chest was still rising and falling slightly.
He is still breathing.
"..."
A deathly silence fell over the entire hall.
You could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stared Daidai at the charred figure, their relief instantly replaced by disbelief.
Eight Plasma Blastgun!
Even a knight mech wouldn't be able to withstand that, right?
They couldn't even kill a single Orks?
What kind of monster is this?
A chilling despair, like ice water, seeped into everyone's heart.
Even the Imperium's most powerful conventional weapons couldn't kill him, so what else could they use to fight him?
Just as everyone was stunned into immobility by this horrific scene...
"Crunch, crunch~"
A sickeningly sharp tearing sound shattered the silence.
Suddenly, a huge mouth split open from the middle of Ragnar's only remaining intact abdomen.