Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"Bang bang bang!" Accompanied by a few dull collision sounds, after Tiberus struggled to knock two people away in the air, the remaining few people successfully pressed on him.

The weight of these Astartes plus the inertia of falling caused Tiberus to fall heavily on the hard ground like a meteor.

"Puff!" The force of several people falling and colliding with the hard ground made even Tiberus, with his extremely strong body, feel his internal organs churning, causing him to spit out blood.

Tiberus, who fell to the ground, did not give up resistance. He gritted his teeth and exerted force with his back, like a dragon emerging from the sea, and bounced the two Astartes who were pressing on him away.

He quickly twisted his body, ready to take advantage of the situation and stand up. However, just as Tiberus was about to stand up, a roar of anger resounded throughout the room: "Hoo!"

Then, more Astartes surged in like a tide, rushing towards Tiberus. In the blink of an eye, Tiberus and the Astartes who had been holding him down were piled up on top of each other, forming a small mountain of human flesh.

"Ahhh!" With a roar, Tiberus, who was pressed down by hundreds of people, turned red in the face.

He twisted his body frantically, trying to throw off the mountain-like bodies. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much strength he exerted, the mountain of flesh pressing on him remained motionless.

The densely packed, layered mountains of human flesh were composed of hundreds of powerful Astartes. Even Tiberus, with his specially enhanced strength, was temporarily overwhelmed by such a large number of enemies.

"Huff, huff, huff!" After a fierce struggle, Tiberius was finally exhausted. He lay on the ground like a deflated ball, gasping for breath.

At this moment, he could only helplessly look at the Astartes who was tightly pressed against him. He saw that the Astartes' face was also flushed, and sweat was running down his cheeks like rain. It was obvious that he was bearing the pressure of so many people, making him feel extremely painful and uncomfortable.

Tiberus stared at the other's face, which was distorted by extreme discomfort, and a trace of concern surged in his heart. He asked softly, "Are you...are you okay?"

Hearing Tiberius's greeting, the Astartes turned with difficulty, his eyes meeting Tiberius's. Despite his rapid breathing, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words:

"Hoohoo! I...I can still hold on!"

A look of determination appeared on his face, as if he was showing Tiberius his strong will:

"Lord Tiberus, you lose."

After hearing this, Tiberus sighed helplessly: "I lost."

Tiberus stared blankly at the ceiling in the hall. He had never imagined that he would be defeated so miserably. These abominable guys had completely abandoned the conventional fighting mode and were fighting like a group of street thugs without any rules.

"Lord Tiberus has admitted defeat. Please let me up quickly! I can't breathe!"

An Astartes who was pressed at the bottom immediately shouted at the top of his lungs with great excitement after hearing Tiberus admit defeat in person.

"Hua, hua, hua!" As the Astartes roared, those people who had been pressing tightly against Tiberus, as if they had received a command of release, quickly and hurriedly climbed down from the hill of human flesh.

"Huff, huff, huff..." When the last Astartes stood up and moved away, Tiberus finally got a chance to catch his breath.

He lay on the cold, hard ground, greedily sucking in big gulps of the fresh air around him, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

With every deep breath, he could feel the stinging pain in his lungs from lack of oxygen gradually easing, but the fatigue in his body still came in waves like a tide, making him almost too lazy to move even a finger.

"Lord Tiberus, do you need any help?"

The last Astartes who climbed up from Tiberius looked at Tiberius who was still lying on the ground, stretched out his hand and asked softly.

"No, I'll just lie down for a while." Facing the broad palm extended by the Astartes, Tiberus shook his head slightly.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if indifferent to everything around him. He just lay lazily on the cold ground, with no intention of getting up.

Seeing this, the Astartes' tense expression relaxed slightly. He stared at Tiberus for a moment, as if trying to discern some clue from him, but ultimately gave up the idea.

He slowly withdrew his hand, then sat down on the ground without hesitation, began to adjust his breathing, and recovered the huge amount of physical strength consumed by the fierce battle just now.

These Astartes had just fought a thrilling battle, defeating the powerful Tiberus. However, the burning desire to fight within them was not extinguished, but rather intensified.

For this group of warriors who make a living by fighting and regard glory as their life, once the passion for fighting is ignited, it will be difficult to contain like a prairie fire.

"Let's fight to our heart's content!" Suddenly, an Astartes stood up abruptly and let out a deafening roar towards the sky.

This roar was like a thunderbolt piercing the sky, instantly shattering the brief silence in the hall. Immediately afterwards, like a tiger descending from a mountain, he pounced directly at the nearest Astartes.

The Astartes who was targeted did not show any weakness. With a glint of determination in his eyes, he rushed towards his opponent.

In an instant, the two men collided fiercely like two high-speed meteors, and then started an extremely fierce close combat, constantly waving their fists at each other, trying to knock each other down quickly.

"Fight, fight, fight!" Infected by the fanatical atmosphere, the other Astartes also roared excitedly.

They were all rubbing their hands, eager to try, and couldn't wait to throw themselves into this crazy melee.

In a blink of an eye, the entire hall was once again filled with the sound of shouts and the collision of flesh. All the Astartes used their unique skills without reservation and launched a fierce attack on their comrades.

For a moment, fists and feet whizzed past, the scene was so spectacular that it was jaw-dropping. The entire hall was filled with scenes of Astartes fighting each other.