Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

The Ogryn, who was running wildly, didn't even have time to figure out what was happening before he let out a dull growl: "Ugh!"

His huge and heavy body fell straight forward to the ground like a felled tree, and then hit the hard ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

After successfully killing the charging Ogryn, the Space Marine didn't dare to delay for a moment. He rushed to the fallen power sword and nimbly bent down to pick it up.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, roaring like an angry lion, and charged towards the group of Ogryns in the distance who were baring their fangs and claws.

The power sword seemed to have life in the hands of this Space Marine, flying up and down, dancing left and right, and being swung into a series of dazzling, beautiful, yet murderous phantoms.

Every swing was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind and a dazzling sword light, which made people shudder. An Ogryn fell under the double attack of the power sword and plasma pistol in his hands.

Twenty Space Marines engaged in a thrilling melee with a hundred burly and ferocious-looking Ogryns.

Although the number of Space Marines is far less than that of the Ogryn, they are not at all inferior thanks to their superb combat skills and advanced weapons and equipment.

I saw that each of the Ogryn people was extremely strong, and their brute force was simply astonishing.

However, the Space Marines did not retreat a single step. They were holding powerful power weapons, which were not only extremely sharp but also contained huge energy.

As the weapon swung out, a dazzling flash of light instantly split the Ogryns and their weapons in half. Blood splattered everywhere, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. The scene was extremely bloody and tragic.

One of the Ogryns, who was the most sturdy, was like a moving hill. He held a huge mace tightly in both hands, and every swing was accompanied by a whistling sound, as if it could tear the air apart.

There was a loud bang, and another Space Marine was sent flying like a cannonball, landing heavily on the ground dozens of meters away, raising a cloud of dust. This was the third Space Marine the Ogryn had sent flying.

The Space Marines who were knocked away fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Although they had enhanced biochemical organs and various powerful drugs to assist in treatment, they still completely lost their combat effectiveness after suffering such a heavy blow.

They could only breathe heavily, struggling to maintain their vital signs, waiting for the rescue of their comrades or the arrival of their final fate.

After killing several Ogryns, the Space Marine Captain saw the Ogryn leader showing off his might among the Space Marines.

The huge, muscular Ogryn leader waved his arms as thick as tree trunks with a ferocious look on his face. With a sudden forceful swing, he smashed the head of a new recruit into pieces like a ripe watermelon!

Even the helmet, which was carefully crafted from extremely tough ceramic steel, seemed as fragile as paper at this moment, and was completely unable to withstand the opponent's terrifying brute force.

"Damn barbarians!" The Space Marine captain's eyes widened instantly and he was furious when he saw this scene.

A deafening roar like thunder burst out from his mouth, echoing throughout the entire battlefield and making everyone around him tremble with fear.

The battle-hardened captain took a big step forward without hesitation and pounced directly at the Ogryn leader like a mad lion.

He had personally led the team in this operation, but now these fledgling recruits had suffered casualties in the battle. This was undoubtedly a huge dereliction of duty and shame for him, who had always been known for his rigor and bravery.

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with guilt and self-blame. At the same time, he secretly vowed that he must personally kill the extremely cruel leader of Ogryn on the spot. Otherwise, after returning to the regiment, he really didn't know how to explain this matter to the respected regiment commander.

The Ogryn leader, who had clubbed the Space Marine in front of him to death and kicked him away, suddenly noticed a tall and mighty figure rushing towards him.

Looking closely, I saw that it was a Space Marine captain wearing heavy armor, like a steel giant.

Faced with such a powerful enemy, Chief Ogryn not only showed no fear, but instead raised his head and roared with excitement, then stretched out his strong and powerful legs and ran towards the Space Marine captain at full speed.

At the same time, he raised the huge mace in his hand high up, and smashed it down on the head of the Space Marine captain with overwhelming force.

In an instant, the mace drew an arc in the air, accompanied by gusts of creepy whistling wind, and rushed straight towards the target.

The Space Marine Captain stared ahead with a stern gaze, his tall and mighty figure emanating a powerful aura. Across from him, the Ogryn leader, holding high a mace as heavy as a mountain, lunged at him with overwhelming force.

The captain showed no fear. He gripped two power axes, each gleaming with blue light, in his hands. He took a step forward with his left foot, crouched slightly, and then swung the power axe in his left hand vigorously, slashing directly at the oncoming mace.

At the same time, the power axe in his right hand was also accumulating power, preparing to chop off the opponent's head with a thunderous force after the power axe in his left hand successfully cut off the mace.

"Dang!" Sparks flew everywhere, accompanied by a deafening sound of fine iron colliding that echoed throughout the battlefield.

However, surprisingly, the mace in Chief Ogrin's hand did not break directly as expected under such a fierce attack from the power axe.

The Space Marine Captain took a closer look and was startled. His power axe only penetrated the mace about halfway and could not move forward any further.

It was then that he noticed an astonishing fact - the seemingly ordinary huge mace in Chief Ogrin's hand was actually not an ordinary weapon, but was made of extremely precious and hard refined gold.

In the hands of the Ogryn leader, the adamantine mace resembled a thick, dark iron rod, its rough, uneven surface completely obscuring its inherently ferocious appearance. Without close inspection, it would be difficult to discern its terrifyingly powerful weapon.

Since the distance between the two sides was more than one meter, the one-handed power axe in the Space Marine captain's right hand could not hit the opponent at all.

"Ahhhhh!" Both sides roared in anger at the same time, trying to suppress the other with their own strength.