Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Argento and others gritted their teeth, waving their fists like hammers and smashing towards Tiberius fiercely.

However, these seemingly powerful attacks, when landing on Tiberus's muscles that were as hard as steel, only caused a series of tiny ripples and slight vibrations.

Tiberus' body seemed like an indestructible fortress, and no matter how much external force hit him, it was difficult to shake it in the slightest.

On the other hand, every punch thrown by Tiberus was so majestic and powerful.

When his fist hit Argento and others with a whistling sound, these people either had to try their best to take this terrible blow, or quickly dodge to the side.

If they were not careful, everyone would be knocked away by Tiberus's punch, which was as powerful as a mountain, and then fall heavily on the cold and hard ground like a kite with a broken string.

Although every time they were knocked away, they would feel a heart-wrenching pain in their bodies, making them feel that every part of their body was burning and uncomfortable, Argento and others showed amazing tenacity.

They were always able to struggle to their feet from the ground as quickly as possible, without even bothering to wipe the blood from the corners of their mouths or tidy up their messy clothes, and they would throw themselves into the siege of Tiberius again without hesitation.

Just like that, in this extremely fierce close combat where neither side used any weapons, the powerful Tiberus was able to firmly gain the upper hand despite the joint siege of several people, and he always suppressed everyone so much that the other side had no power to fight back.

When there was no need to be wary of the weapons in the hands of the crowd, the advantages of Tiberus, who was tall and strong and had amazing physical fitness, became increasingly obvious when dealing with the siege of the crowd.

His tall and strong body was like an unshakable mountain, exuding a terrifying aura.

However, once both sides were armed, the situation was completely different. Even someone as powerful as Tiberus could not have easily resisted the siege of seven people.

After all, even if his body is made of refined gold, when facing the attack of a powerful power sword, it is still possible to be cut into countless pieces in an instant, and the entire body will completely disintegrate at the molecular level.

Time passed minute by minute, and after about ten minutes, there was a loud "bang bang bang!"

Azriel and the other seven people who were besieging Tiberus together were once again hit hard by Tiberus' overwhelming force. Like a kite with a broken string, they were knocked away and fell heavily to the ground.

They had already exhausted all their strength and could no longer support their heavy bodies to get up from the ground. They could only lie there in a miserable state, gasping for breath, trying to soothe the severe pain brought by the shocking wounds on their bodies.

Everyone also fully understood the gap between them and Tiberius. The seven people who besieged Tiberius together were all defeated by the other side.

The Astartes of the Carcharodon Chapter who were watching the battle nearby, seeing their Chapter Master so brave and invincible, able to defeat all seven commanders single-handedly, could not help but feel their blood boiling with excitement, and they all raised their arms and shouted:

"Ohhhh! Lord Tiberus! Mighty!"

"Lord Tiberus is the most powerful."

The deafening cheers rose one after another, resounding through the sky, as if they were about to break through the sky.

At this time, except for the Space Marines of the Carcharodon Regiment who were cheering and excited for their victory, the other Astartes were all staring at Tiberus with their mouths wide open, with expressions of disbelief and shock written all over their faces.

They never dreamed that the highly respected and powerful commander of their own regiment would be defeated by Tiberus even after joining forces with others.

This result was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, causing the excitement and self-inflation that originally came from the strengthening of their bodies to disappear in an instant.

Looking at Azrael and the others lying on the ground in a state of disarray, Tiberus looked down at them condescendingly, his eyes as cold as ice, and he slowly uttered a sentence:

"Can you fight again?" His voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry endless pressure, echoing in the hall.

After hearing these words, Azriel and the others felt an indescribable humiliation in their hearts.

They were seven people working together! Yet, even so, they were easily defeated by Tiberius. This intense feeling of defeat washed over them like a tide, leaving several of them so ashamed that they wished they could find a hole to crawl into.

"I... I want to fight again!" Azriel lay on the cold ground, gasping for breath and trying hard to get up.

His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, and it was clear he had given it his all. But no matter how hard he struggled, his wounded body refused to obey, unable to support him to stand up and fight again.

At this moment, Azrael was like a wounded beast. Although he wanted to fight again, he was powerless to turn the tide.

The other six people were lying on the ground, their bodies trembling because of the fierce battle just now. Everyone tried to support their body with their hands, but no matter how hard they tried, they seemed to be pressed to the ground by an invisible force and could not stand up at all.

Argento suddenly sighed deeply, then lay straight on the ground. His eyes became empty and lifeless, as if he had accepted his fate.

He turned his head away, no longer looking at Tiberus, and muttered to himself: "Ha! I lost..." His voice was full of helplessness and decadence, and he had obviously accepted his defeat.

"I lost too." At the same time, Dalaran also let out a bitter laugh.

He also stopped putting up any futile resistance and simply lay on his back on the cold floor. His eyes had lost their luster as he stared blankly at the ceiling above his head, as if he had completely accepted the fact that he had been defeated.

The remaining four people saw Azriel still struggling to stand up, and then looked at Argento and Dalaran who had completely given up and looked like they had resigned themselves to their fate, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

After looking at each other, they decided to ignore Tiberus and lay down on the ground, closed their eyes, adjusted their breathing, and began to seize the time to recover their exhausted strength.

At this moment, Tiberius stood there, breathing heavily. He looked down at Argento and the others lying on the ground, no longer able to fight, and felt no satisfaction at all.

On the contrary, he felt that this battle was too easy, and he did not really display his strength at all. It was not even a warm-up.

Tiberus then turned his gaze towards the other Astartes warriors present, raised his hand, and beckoned to them: "Come along!"