Looking at the purple figure hanging upside down in mid-air, Ragnar felt a surge of anger rising to his head.
An unnamed anger suddenly surged up from the depths of his heart.
All he wanted was to kill some nobody nobleman, right?
Why is it so difficult?
First there was the woman in black armor, then the golden "corn," and now this freak in purple has appeared.
One by one, they tried to stop him.
Do they really think that Big Eater Ragnar is easy to bully?
Even if he is not in good condition now and has not fully recovered to his peak.
But dealing with that corn-shaped guy from before is still a piece of cake.
Not to mention this skinny, purple-skinned shrimp that appeared out of nowhere?
"Get out of my way, you idiot!"
Ragnar let out a furious roar.
The exposed muscles were bulging, and the blood vessels were throbbing wildly under the skin.
He clenched his fists and suddenly pushed off with his feet.
Its heavy body suddenly burst forth with a speed no less than that of a cannonball, charging towards Lynn.
He wanted to smash that purple-skinned shrimp's head into a pulp with one punch.
Then go and kill that damned noble shrimp.
Nobody can stop him!
But he had only taken one step.
The scene before my eyes suddenly changed dramatically.
The purple figure that had been hanging upside down on the ceiling had somehow come upright.
He stood steadily in the air, looking down at Ragnar.
"Um?"
Ragnar was taken aback.
Why did he suddenly change his mind?
Did I rush too fast and get dizzy?
He subconsciously looked down at his feet.
Upon seeing this, Ragnar's pupils contracted sharply.
"Huh? Why is the floor suddenly so far away from me?"
"Wait, isn't that the ceiling?!"
"How... how is this possible?!"
Only then did he finally realize what was happening.
It's not that the purple-skinned shrimp has become authentic.
Instead, it was he who was beaten and turned around.
He is now flying headfirst, feet first, towards the ceiling.
But he didn't even see when the other party made their move!
A chilling sensation instantly shot from the soles of Ragnar's feet to the top of his head.
His heart was in turmoil.
How is that possible?!
His speed is already fast enough.
Those shrimps just now couldn't keep up with his speed.
How could that purple-skinned shrimp be faster than him?!
Before he could figure it out...
A huge shadow fell over him.
Ragnar struggled to turn his eyes toward the source of the shadow.
Then, an enormous Tyranids head appeared before him.
It was a murderous, insect-shaped creature, its body shimmering with a bluish Psychic Power light.
Her eyes flashed with a cold red light, staring intently at him.
Below the head was an even larger body.
Four thick arms, with gleaming scythe-shaped claws at the ends of the forelimbs.
The hind limbs, like those of humans, have five flexible fingers.
This was none other than Rena Dahan.
Lynn's bond, the current Rena's Chosen.
Rena reached out a hand and grabbed Ragnar by the neck.
Her fingers easily sank into Ragnar's bare skin.
Dark green blood spurted out.
"Roar!!!"
Ragnar let out a painful roar.
He wanted to struggle, he wanted to resist.
But Rena's power was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from Rena's grasp.
Rena stared coldly at the Orks monster in her hand.
His gaze sent a chill down even the brutal Ragnar.
She suddenly swung her arm.
"BOOM!!!"
Ragnar's body was quickly lifted into the air, then slammed violently against the ceiling of the hall.
The heavy alloy ceiling was instantly smashed, leaving a huge human-shaped dent.
Countless metal fragments and dust fell down in a flurry.
Ragnar felt a sudden dizziness, as if his internal organs had shifted.
Everything went black, and I almost fainted.
What are the origins of this human and insect?
His speed was even greater than his!
Such terrifying power!
For the first time, fear arose in Ragnar's heart.
He began to regret it.
I regret not running away immediately.
They've provoked these two terrifying beings.
But now, it's too late for regrets.
He barely even felt the pain.
The enormous insect-like shadow had once again appeared before him.
Rena raised her other fist and, with tremendous force, slammed it into Ragnar's face.
"Bang!!!"
A dull, loud thud.
Ragnar's entire face was sunk deep into the ceiling.
The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.
His unprotected facial features were all dented from the impact.
Dark green blood and brain matter mixed together flowed down the ceiling.
"Aww~ Ah!!!"
Ragnar let out a bloodcurdling scream that sounded inhuman.
He flailed his limbs frantically, trying to push Rena away.
But it was all in vain.
Rena grabbed Ragnar's right wrist.
Ragnar was filled with terror.
"Rip!!!"
Accompanied by a sickening, tearing sound of muscles ripping.
Ragnar ripped off Rena's entire right arm.
Dark green blood gushed from the wound like a volcanic eruption.
It spilled all over Rena.
Rena casually shook off the severed arm.
The severed arm lay on the ground, still twitching.
The giant mouth on its belly also let out a painful roar.
The roars from the two mouths intertwined, sounding particularly eerie and tragic.
Ragnar was just about to seize this opportunity to launch a counterattack.
Rena's hand reached out again and grabbed his neck.
The immense force nearly snapped his neck.
Rena swung her arm.
He slammed Ragnar violently to the ground.
During its fall from the sky.
Ragnar barely managed to open his bloodied and mangled eyes.
Through his blurred vision, he saw several streaks of purple light, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, hurtling towards him.
Those were spears made of pure Psychic Power.
Before he could react...
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Four muffled thuds.
Four Neural Lance were precisely driven into his neck and the remaining three limbs.
He was firmly pinned to the ground.
The chilling Psychic Power contained within the Neural Lance instantly surged into his body.
It continuously destroyed his nervous system.
Suddenly, Ragnar felt he had lost control of his body.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.
It could only fall to the floor like a lamb to the slaughter, awaiting death.
Before he even landed...
Lynn had already transformed into a purple streak and arrived below his landing point.
He slightly bent his knees, gathering his strength.
Then, he suddenly jumped upwards.
"Bang!"
His knee, like a battering ram, slammed into Ragnar's lower back.
"Snap!"
A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.
Ragnar's newly grown spine was shattered by this blow.
"Ah!!!"
Ragnar let out a muffled groan of extreme pain.
The giant mouth on his stomach suddenly opened wide.
He vomited up undigested food residue mixed with broken internal organs and dark green bile.
A foul, fishy odor instantly filled the entire hall.