Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Even Osmadir, who looked down on mortals and thought it was dishonorable for a mortal girl to command the Astartes Legion, had to admit that it was truly a monster. Even the most outstanding great sage of command could not command a huge mechanical dragon like a predator-class Titan like her alone!

Perhaps only the strongest and most agile Astartes warriors could tear a channel in the reverse direction of the demon wave like her. This was not something that could be done with any skill, but was determined by the physical fitness that could be comparable to that of the Primarch.

Osmadiel even suspected that she was a man-made war machine left over from the Dark Age of Technology, just like the illegal genetically modified humans that appeared in large numbers at the end of the same war. But since she did not have the aura of the blasphemous power of the warp, Osmadiel, who was actually living under someone else's roof, had no intention of raising his bottom line.

The girl just treated him as a replica of the original gene body with an attitude that had nothing to do with her. After all, in a sense, having a figure fighting at the forefront and tearing open the gaps in the enemy army was also a past that he was familiar with and longed for.

Although the real level of the Super Battleship Girls still has a lot of room for improvement compared to the original body, if they are fighting against the subspace biological agents, there is not much difference in performance. In fact, due to their own resistance, they will not be captured alive by Carlos like Guilliman.

Even though she had unknowingly won the recognition of an Astartes veteran with her actions and killings, Ron, who was still violently killing all Slaanesh demons who dared to stand in her way, was not in a very good mood.

In other words, she does not need the recognition of anyone except the commander. Roan herself is the most twisted of all the ship girls and the one that best fits the world view of Warhammer 40k. The joy of killing others and the monopolizing the commander's love and jealousy together make up this twisted yandere character.

Other yandere characters become sick because of love. But she is different, Ron is sick in her own right. Of course, there are probably only a few ship girls in the Iron Blood camp who are not sick, but it is rare to see someone as sick as her.

The good news is that Ron is still very gentle, affectionate and a sweet girl who likes to hug in daily life. She is surprisingly good at cooking, unlike Richelieu and Jean Bartholomew who have slightly discredited French cuisine. The three-piece set of sauerkraut, pork elbow and sausage really makes Salmin miss his hometown.

In terms of possessiveness and jealousy, Salmin actually didn't show much. It might be because he really didn't come into contact with young women other than his ship girl companions. He was busier than the commander of the main storyline of Azur Lane, dealing with official business in several star regions or commanding battles all day long. It was already the limit for them to find time to snuggle and hug each other during the day.

At the same time, the other self who was in the same mind and hostile to each other but close to each other actually took up most of Ron's energy. As the personal guards of Salmin, they also took on the work of a secretary ship in the traditional sense - that is, accompanying Salmin 697 to work overtime and cause trouble? Less work, right?

Ron is Model who is loyal to the commander. She dares to do the dirty work. No matter how low your moral bottom line is, she will satisfy your master. As a commander, you must realize that she binds her value to you without reservation. If you are a devil, she is unforgivable, but if you are great, she will naturally be famous.

It was a blessing to have such a ship as your subordinate. Salmin could not refuse such unconditional and deep love. In response, Salmin doted on Roan almost unconditionally, satisfying all their requests, whether it was serving as a close guard and never leaving, or leading an army to kill at will. Because Roan would never bear to do anything that really embarrassed him.

Roan loves to torture, and Salmin is reluctant to deprive them of this harmless hobby in Warhammer. It's just a large Night Lord, not like a bean sprout, and Slaanesh looks down on such a half-baked person who never abuses his body. But today, this kind of torture did not provide her with relaxation.

What would she do if the person being tortured was happy to die? Ron had never thought about this question, but today she met her match.

A bunch of things that are far more perverted than her!

For the demons of Slaanesh, pain is joy. When killing only brings positive feedback, fighting becomes mechanical and boring to Ron, just like a computer processing documents.

But Roan also understood that destroying the portal node as quickly, efficiently and economically as possible was what Salmin wanted. Even if she abandoned the troops and went back alone, the result would definitely be victory, but what was the price? She only lost her happiness, but the Astartes and the civilians behind her lost their lives.

She might need to think carefully about what killing means to her, but what she has to do now is undoubtedly to ignore these twisted things, lead her troops into the enemy's core as quickly as possible with the least casualties, kill the Slaanesh Daemon in battle, and assist the Imperial Navy in destroying the portal node.

When all three portal nodes fail and personnel are evacuated, the cyclone torpedoes will completely purify the planet and put an end to its fall into the subspace. Perhaps thousands of years later, Jubal will be able to rise again with the help of the large amount of rare metals that were integrated into the surface by the solar storm after this war. Humans are such a tenacious race.

The slender and sharp power claws can easily clear dozens of demons with a random sweep. The thoughts in her mind do not affect her killing. On the contrary, unconscious killing is faster. She is waiting for valuable prey, but sometimes, the identity of a big demon does not mean that it dares to face death.

Especially the Sassenes demons whose only goal is pleasure. Although most of the Great Keepers are good at fighting, there is a big difference between being good at fighting and liking fighting. Until Ron himself and the Dark Angels Legion were approaching the portal node less than 70 kilometers away, the Great Keeper who was confirmed to be alive had not yet revealed any trace.

Just like running away, running away?

Chapter 68 Humph, want to escape?

Humph, you want to escape? Lightning whirlwind strike - of course it's impossible, Astartes is far from being so abstract.

But the measures were actually similar. Salmin and his men would not allow a single demon, or even a Slaanesh demon, to disappear. The infiltration of a Chaos-corroded super pathogen that was adept at transformation would be a complete disaster for the evacuation work he was in charge of.

A big demon could easily corrupt tens of millions of people. Even if the evacuation points currently deployed by Salmin could only accommodate 20 million people, if they were not careful, this could bring them the heaviest losses on Jubal.

A small fleet of warships, hundreds of thousands of Imperial Navy soldiers, and tens of millions of civilian casualties were enough to make Salmin overwhelmed. These people should be used for production, construction, and development, instead of being transformed into the most disgusting guys in the Warhammer universe because of the chaos erosion caused by a shitty big demon.

Salmin still retains a bit of the most precious innocence and kindness in the Warhammer universe. Under his rule, everyone is at least treated as a human being, not just the human race, but a real person with personality and human rights.

When he decided to intervene in the Thirteenth Black Crusade, he said that the way to make the world better was not war, because war is always just a means.

Wartime system, planned economy, industrial revolution, support for Ohm Messiah faith, religious reform, establishment of night schools...

Salmin is really making a corner of the world better. Even if it is the first step, what he needs to do is to solve the problem of food and clothing for hundreds of billions of empire civilians struggling on the line of life and death. But this is not enough, he wants more.

Living a stable life is already a luxury for the people of the Empire. But Salmin's ultimate goal is to let everyone live like a human being. This is undoubtedly an extremely difficult luxury, but Salmin's advantage is that he knows what can be touched and what cannot be touched.

He never thought about the Renaissance or the liberation of thought. The Empire or the Warhammer universe really cannot be run like this. Free thinking will only breed heresy. What Salmin prayed for was to make the people of the Empire less miserable. Even if the Empire won every battle, would it have anything to do with the monthly salary of 30 yuan for ordinary people? (Compared with the current prices in China)

War is a means. Soldiers are a matter of national importance, a matter of life and death, a matter of survival and destruction, but they have nothing to do with development and people's livelihood. All wars of the Empire except the Great Crusade are negative returns! After all, humans are not orcs who are happy to fight. The Empire has always relied on internal plunder and exploitation to support endless wars year after year.

The Empire is too large, and the wealth left over from the Emperor's Great Crusade and 20,000 years of human colonization of the Milky Way is too rich. It seems that humans can still survive for a long time on the endless corpses of their own kind, but is it really natural for the powerful to treat civilians as consumables?

Is it right since ancient times? If the Emperor really wakes up, he will definitely shed tears for the present empire and for the unnecessary sufferings that countless people have endured in the past ten thousand years.

Salmin has seen the light, has ideals and vigor, so he cannot stand this dark and stale world. As he has always said, he has never been in the Empire camp, he is just in the human camp. He wants to change this world and this society. Because he has the ability to do so.

He knew where the real red line was, and this was what the current rulers of the Empire lacked the most. At the same time, he was the only one who could put the brakes on the Empire that was running wildly on the road to destruction. As long as he could hold on until Guilliman returned to the Empire for the second time, everything would be fine.

At this stage, we are taking the Warhammer-style industrialization path of "building industrial basic education and the Empire's characteristic servitor automated factory with the belief in Ohm Messiah as the core". After Guilliman's return, he will start religious reform and pilot the Skarrus model in the Empire... This is a future that gives him hope.

He fought for this very reason, not for an abstract empire or emperor, but for countless people and for true belief, so he resolutely intervened in this war that did not belong to him!

Losses on the battlefield are normal, but Dionysus should never plan to corrupt a group of civilians before dying! Having violated the reverse scale of Salmin, this is no longer an ordinary Slaanesh demon, and a heavy blow must be dealt - one empty loss, dispatch!

The golden fighters, which were gorgeously decorated and looked more like works of art than fighters, immediately took off from the huge built-in flight deck of the Richelieu Glorious Queen battleship. The Emperor's Claws, the most elite conventional force in the hands of Salmin and the most targeted at the Warp, once again stepped onto the stage of the Warhammer universe after ten thousand years!

The perfect combination of the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence was more terrifying to Dionysus than a billion big heads! The Great Demon of Slaanesh was not good at witchcraft, and it was okay for him to hide in front of Astartes. But in front of the Sisters of Silence's anti-psychic stance, he was like a cat shark illuminated by a radar from seven kilometers away!

Can you fight? Yes, but only a little. When the sudden engine sound of the Orion gunboat of the Imperial Guard passed over her head, a deep disgust arose from her heart, and Dionysus knew that something was wrong.

The demons that Carlos picked out were all the best. She had encountered the combination of the Sisters of Silence and the Guards before. But why would such a thing exist in this remote place?

She is really going to break through. She really just came to the physical universe to have fun. If someone comes to attack me, my first reaction is just to run away. Do you know how scarce slaves are in the subspace, especially a big demon like her who consumes a lot of living people, it’s not fun to play with her at all.

And she didn't do anything bad, guarding the portal node? I think I'm not guarding it either, she's just here because the ritual provides her with energy, you guys want to blow up the portal node, don't use flash to kill, can't you just stop there?

She wasn't bragging, even in this situation she still had the ability to replace dozens or even hundreds of Astartes. In comparison, she just ran away and planned to find some low-class people to have fun in another place, which was already a huge concession, right?

The portal node is no longer guarded, and a bunch of temporary subordinates are also abandoned. Without the ritual to replenish the warp energy, she can only survive for two or three months at most. Even if she kills a hundred pariahs a day, there are only 9000 pariahs, not even as valuable as an Astartes. Anyway, she can't really kill me, so why should she really fight?

She didn't understand, it was a question of values. But she didn't need to understand, in the Warhammer universe, if you make eye contact, you have to fight!

Chapter 69: Encircling and Killing the Great Demon

In Warhammer, single combat is as normal as Pokémon battle. But even in the Elf world, there are 6v1 wild battles. To deal with evil demons, there is no need to talk about the code of conduct, just fight shoulder to shoulder.

Slaanesh, fuck, Slaanesh, hit him!

Dionysus dodged two heavy flame cannons from the venomous spiders that attacked from the air. Although this heavy energy weapon specially equipped by the imperial guards did not have the terrifying firepower of the Magnum venomous spiders that could cause regional extinction, it could easily melt her beautiful figure. Hide, you can dodge it.

The sharp blades and long whips on her four arms were dancing like flowers. She forged ahead at high speed while dodging the rain of heavy explosive bullets that were used to block her movement, and in just over ten seconds she covered a distance of nearly a thousand meters. The long whip with vicious spikes swept towards the Astartes at the front of the flank.

The heavy boarding shield was pierced in an instant, but this time was enough for the Dark Angel warrior to react. He loosened his hand and used the huge impact to throw his body to the other side. With his other hand, he pulled out a tactical dagger from his waist and rubbed it heavily on the whip, creating a string of sparks.

The next moment, the boarding shield was broken down by the whip's light shaking and exploded in mid-air. Fortunately, the shrapnel at this speed was not enough to break through the Astartes' full body armor. If it was replaced with IG's carapace, I'm afraid that the follow-up of the attack alone would be able to take away a piece.

Kratos' main turret's rotation speed couldn't even keep up with the Slaanesh demon's charge, even though she didn't make any maneuvers. Of course, in a one-sided battle, how could a heavy machine compare to a well-tempered body? At this time, if he wanted to stabilize the front line and hold back the demon who was determined to escape, he had to resort to holy melee combat!

Steel and faith are the cornerstones of victory. Two Knight Sergents wearing Iron Cavalry Terminator armor had already abandoned their useless guns, one holding a thunder hammer and a storm shield, and the other holding a power sword and a chainsaw fist.

They barely hesitated or delayed at all. It was this reaction speed and powerful legion armament that actually stopped the Slaanesh Daemon from breaking out. That was enough! The subsequent reinforcements would only take less than ten seconds to completely block her way out!

"For the Lion!"

Neither the Thunder Hammer nor the Power Sword were weak armor-piercing weapons like the chainsaw swords that were everywhere, especially the roaring Thunder Hammer. Dionysus was not surprised that the blue energy field of the Thunder Hammer could break her graceful arms like breaking a mortal's bones. However, no matter how horrible the output was, it was just ineffective if it missed.

Although her posture and dancing steps were not as good as that of the now disgraced little bitch, she had also made the Dark Prince smile. Even though the heavy hammer was as fast as thunder, it was not enough for her. The demon just tapped the ground with his left hoof, and his four-meter-tall body turned and passed directly between the two experienced and elite warriors.

It was a lightness and elegance that was totally inconsistent with her body type, like a swimming dragon, gorgeous yet murderous. The sparks from the bright blue Thunder Hammer energy field brushed across her deliberately exposed skin, roasting a thin layer of cooked meat, which was then perfectly sliced ​​by the power sword the next moment. At the same time, the two arm blades also easily pulled out the still beating heart from the steel armor.

The dancer landed on the ground, lifted her skirt and saluted in an affectation. "Oh, oh, poor little ones. Why do you have to waste your lives like this? Life is short, you should enjoy it while you can. Even the Corpse King you love the most is enjoying the hottest pain on the Golden Throne—"

“Why don’t you learn from your dead father’s disabled father? Indulge in pain and pleasure with me, your sister…” The beautiful and pure face of the Great Secret Keeper was covered with a charming blush, and her deft tongue rolled the barbecue into her mouth, as if she was a young lady enjoying her leisure time - if you could ignore the fact that she was enjoying her own flesh and blood.

Eating your own flesh and blood alive! Just thinking about it makes you want to vomit. Add to that the nonsense that blasphemes the Emperor and the Lion, how can you not be angry?

But this is not the end. When dozens of guns were pointed at the demon, she used her free slender hands to pull up the severely injured Terminator who had fallen down in a state of suspended animation - of course not as a hostage, they were not Guilliman. It was not enough to stop the Astartes.

She would rather be hit by a dozen explosive bombs, with flames and blood splashing from her body, than let these two warriors who could hardly stop her get the reward they deserve - "Eating each other's hearts, is there a closer friendship, a more romantic thing than this?"

"Evil beast!" This is an insult to them, the Astartes, and all the battle brothers! Even though they knew that the smiling Grand Keeper in front of them was deliberately provoking them, we accepted this provocation. Are you ready to bear the wrath of the noble Dark Angels? Demon!

Three seconds was very slow, so slow that Ron, who was a hundred miles away, just became aware of the change on the flank; but three seconds was also very fast, so fast that the Dark Angels had already formed the prototype of the formation that had taken the Primarch as the imaginary enemy. Even though they lacked heavy weapons in a hurry, it was not the Primarch that they were facing at this time.

Astartes are very weak, so weak that even the strongest Astartes is not a match for the Primarch in his prime. But the difference in individual strength will be greatly reduced in the face of groups and machines. Two or three close-combat dreadnoughts that work well together are enough to wrestle with the Primarch. This gap has not yet reached the point where numbers cannot make up for it!

Another six Terminators, accompanied by several Flamewing veterans wearing Raven-type MK6 power armor, surrounded them, and in the distance, the real heavy combat weapons, the Contemptor Dreadnought and the Flying Blade super heavy tanks were also mobilized here.

Dionysus felt truly threatened. In this formation that seemed to be specially prepared for high-level individual combat power, all her attacks were forced to be evenly distributed to the twenty or so Astartes who were either directly besieging or guerrilla flanking. If she could not quickly reduce the number of enemies through higher explosive output, she would only face a slow death.

She was sweating a little. These Astartes were not as irritable as the ones she had met before, as if her pheromones were just for show. Even though anger had filled their hearts, there was no distortion in their roaming and coordination, and there was no flaw.

Could it be that she hadn't completely angered these black lumps? Which one was more aggressive, the Corpse Emperor or the False Emperor? After dodging the vicious and insidious sword like a spirit snake, she had to consider whether she had gone too far.

The real killer was not the heavy terminators, as the violent heavy weapons were ineffective in the end. The annoying and agile poisonous bees were the culprits that made her so anxious. The Dark Angel Fire Wing veterans, equipped with light and flexible Raven Armor, fought in small-scale elite units in the Great Crusade to eliminate the enemy's leaders.

Chapter 70: Drinkers of Divine Blood

With the finest weapons and equipment, the Firewing Hermitage is a deadly threat to any foe the Lion deems dangerous enough to attract his attention. These terrifying missile jumpers armed with relic power swords and vicious needle pistols join the fray and the next moment the Great Demon learns what it means to be targeted.

It was the first round of missile salvos that locked Dionysus in this highlighted corner, and the subsequent needle pistols and Caliban's charged blades taught her a lesson, teaching her to be in awe of the weapons in the hands of the Dark Angels that she had never seen before.

The silenced and completely invisible crystalline toxins of the needle pistol could not penetrate the Terminator's armor, but they could also scratch her tough skin. Yes, it could not penetrate the defense, but the problem was that it didn't need to cause any big wounds. Neurotoxins, sedatives and anesthetics were free. Just pour water in her general direction and it would be over.

No matter how strong her resistance was, she couldn't use this to bathe. She was shot with nearly a hundred crystal toxins of unknown composition by the Dark Angels. Her ragged body was also stained with the precious filth (referring to the expensive crystal toxins) of the Emperor's Angels of Death. What was even more fatal was that she was slow!

Her damage was mainly high-speed, penetrating damage, and this narrow battlefield made it difficult for her to perform well, and the toxins and dense wounds made things worse. She no longer had the qualifications to keep her trump card. If she waited any longer, let alone killing that crazy woman, she might have to turn over here and become a clown.

When the time comes, one will say that I was defeated by a certain founding group leader, and another will say that I was sent back by the Emperor-class Titan earthquake cannon. When it comes to her, "I wasn't there. There were a lot of people there, and I was chopped into pieces without killing anyone." Ah, then will she still have any face?

As the vines and the sweet blood mist strangely flowed under her fair and smooth skin, it seemed that something terrible had happened quietly - her figure was changed, and when she revealed the figure that belonged only to a [Monster] and the vines opened up a path from the void, the battle situation ushered in the true dominance.

Dionysus, the original winemaker, the devil of pleasure. And wine is the blood of God...

Standing on the ground at this moment was Dionysus the Blood Drinker! The evil power of Chaos was stained with a brilliant pink-purple color. The sharp impact and vines from the cracks in the void instantly knocked away all the surrounding beings. One Dreadnought, eight Terminators, and nearly thirty Astartes were all thrown away and rolled into a ball.

Although rolling is not very elegant, it can effectively reduce the damage caused by the powerful impact. However, Dionysus's goal has been achieved. The transformed her is no longer the same as she was a second ago! The wind is no longer a chain that binds her. She has broken through the illusory barrier of air.

The alien arm formed by the sword blade hung straight down, and then the sharp weapon avenged the previous shame. The broken heavy ceramic steel armor and the exploding flesh and blood flowers were almost still at an extremely high relative speed - this was its own garden.

In just a moment, three Terminators and six Astartes were completely torn into pieces by it, turning them into extremely blooming flesh and blood ephemeral flowers. But it should have run. Even now, it couldn't have confronted even a corner of the Dark Angels Legion of thousands of people. After a few more flowers bloomed, the whistling hot spear formation stopped its subsequent slaughter.

Support has arrived. Two Contemptor Dreadnoughts, with their long legs that are different from those of cast iron Dreadnoughts, arrived just in time at the most critical moment!

The lion's roar, which it was tired of hearing, sounded again, as if these little creatures had no fear. It was obviously now a complete waste that it could easily wipe out! "I am the beloved pet of my Lord, Dionysus the Blood Drinker! I am also your destroyer, torturer, and the eternal master of your souls!"

The whip ripped off the right hand of a Terminator, along with the long sword that it would never let go of. It was angry. How dare these toys, these weak animals, resist it? Resist it, the 'blood drinker' Dionysus! It screamed and abandoned all its elegance, sinking into the endless pleasure that the senses gave it in the battle.

It threw away the alien blade in its left hand, nailed an Astartes to the ground, and then directly enjoyed the fresh blood food that was locked in front of it by the spiked whip on the battlefield. It tore the armor from the broken part of its left hand and opened the bottle to drink like pulling out a cork.

Fear and pain will replace the tedious sobering process, adding a little flavor to this fresh blood wine - why is there no fear, no pain... It seems to see the knight's resolute face under the helmet, and the two grenades pulled down on his body. But what does it matter, is this toy worthy of hurting its noble body?

Now even the melta bomb was not enough to cause any serious damage to it, let alone two grenades. Dionysus smiled cruelly and tore the warrior's limbs apart, waiting for him to die of his own malice. Of course, what he really wanted to see was the expression of this determined warrior when he saw that the enemy was unharmed.

"Buzz—" There was no fire, no explosion, everything was still at this moment, under the white light of the stasis grenade, even moving became a luxury. Dionysus, who retreated to the edge in an instant, was ultimately unable to avoid the stasis field that exploded very close to him, even though it was still retreating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That distorted expression seemed to be telling of its confusion and panic, but no one would appreciate the face of the ugly alien demon. Countless horrific firepower filled every inch of the stagnant position during the window period that the Terminator had won by sacrificing itself.

As the white light flickered and disappeared, two thick conversion beams tore its body apart at almost lightning speed. No matter the chaotic evil power covering its body, or the armor, flesh, and bones, they were all no different in front of the heavy conversion beam, the most terrifying weapon carried by the Contemptor's Dreadnought.

This is an annihilation weapon that converts matter into pure energy and explodes in one go. The destructive effect similar to the annihilation of positive and negative matter is enough to wipe out all physical matter in front of it! Even the big demon. Two huge holes with a diameter of more than 30 centimeters and the damage caused by the implosion almost split the big demon into three!

Although the damage caused by other weapons such as the Cataclysm Missile, Phosphorus Missile, Melta Spear, Twin Explosion Cannon, Multi-Barrel Melta, Heavy Explosion Bomb, and Autocannon was also considerable, the damage caused by the two cores was not as shocking as the damage caused by the two cores. But one thing is certain, Dionysus is no longer an invincible demon god.

The demon that was thrown into the air was no longer as arrogant or elegant as before. The burning and broken monster was smashed down by the fearless fist of a Contemptor! Astartes had no such thing as mercy. The rotating siege drill smashed the last three ribs on its chest, and even the ribs below were ground into large pieces of bone powder.

The broken bone spurs were scattered all over the place, and one could even see the beating heart underneath - it turns out that demons also have hearts. Under the approaching shadow of death, Dionysus struggled to squeeze out his last bit of strength, and the only remaining broken arm blade cut off the deadly siege assault drill.

But now it will face three Dreadnoughts and seven Terminators, eleven Wind Wing Fallen Angels gathered with the help of jump packs, and only two Fire Wing Warriors left. An Orion gunship and two Kratos are also watching, this is a dead end that it is impossible to survive.

Fight, fight, fight! Today, Dionysus is going to fight his last battle!

Chapter 71: Fight to Your Heart's Content (Part 1)

The demon stood up, his smooth skin no longer looked smooth, blood was flowing from countless wounds on his body. However, there were almost no traces of piercing or chopping by sharp blades, but instead, there were an abnormal number of injuries caused by various rare heavy weapons.

It’s a very simple principle: use your strengths to attack the enemy’s weaknesses.

Use ranged attacks to consume or even severely damage the Blood Drinkers, who are much stronger than ordinary Astartes. Now, when facing the Great Keeper who is so weak that he has lost the speed and strength to slaughter the Terminators at will, close combat will be effective for us!

Dionysus only needed to look around to understand clearly - all its ways of survival had been completely blocked. This was a battle of trapped beasts! Unfortunately, she was the beast that had no choice but to fight to the death today.

Sad? No, it was this kind of humiliation that excited her! The noble demon became a plaything of the lowly transformed people, and was slaughtered as prey by dozens of weak ants - how could she not raise the flag in this desperate situation?

Fight, fight, fight. Today she was going to fight to her heart's content!

Even when she was on the verge of death, she was still arrogant. And it was precisely because of this inhuman torture that her bones and muscles were broken and no part of her body was intact that she was able to retain nearly one-third of her peak combat power even as she continued to weaken and fall towards death - this was enough.

The only way to break the deadlock is to charge in! Turning the siege of these annoying bugs into a one-on-three or even a one-on-two duel is her only chance of winning, and the initial breakthrough is the Contemptor Dreadnought whose assault drill she cut off. The left arm has a double-linked explosive cannon, and the right arm is now left with only a single arm.