Seraphs of the Emperor’s Judgment

Chapter 145: Decapitation (2)

That colossal monster had a head studded with iron plates and mechanical parts, as well as three mechanical arms—originally there was a fourth, gripping a powerful ranged weapon, but it had been blown off by Soshyan's Plasma Pistol.

Its almost entirely metal-covered face displayed endless, crazed fury.

Without a doubt, this should be the "Big Mek" Sol mentioned.

Using its upper pair of mechanical arms to grip two massive Chainaxes, it chopped toward Soshyan with terrifying momentum.

Soshyan leaped backward, landing on the floor tiles several meters away at the same moment the opponent's weapons smashed into the ground.

The Big Mek pressed forward step by step, its two axes striking alternately, carving a long trail of sparks on the floor tiles.

Subsequently, it thrust out its third arm. The rapidly rotating metal drill on it attempted to disembowel the detestable Canned Humie before it.

But its wish was not granted.

Soshyan bent down to dodge a horizontal sweep, immediately following with a backward jump to evade the drill thrusting from below.

The Big Mek relentlessly pursued him. Soshyan let out a low grunt and began using his slender, sharp sword to defuse the opponent's merciless assaults.The roaring Nob possessed immense strength like a pile driver. Even Soshyan had to adopt a bow stance to resist it; the Greenskins' feral strength was difficult even for Astartes to endure head-on.

"Haa!"

Suddenly, Soshyan let out a roar, twisting his body and gripping the sword with both hands, pouring the strength of both shoulders into it.

In the blink of an eye, he severed the Big Mek's third arm from the root with extreme speed.

The Big Mek staggered backward a few steps, but it had long since lost its sense of pain. It immediately launched a counterattack, continuing to chop alternately with its remaining two arms.

But this time, Soshyan stopped defending. Instead, stepping with precise pacing, he forced the opponent to retreat step by step in this blood-stained hall illuminated by firelight.

WAAAAAAAAAGH!!

Roars rose one after another on the smoke-filled battlefield. Two other heavily armed Nobz crashed into the duel between Soshyan and their leader—evidently, they were this Big Mek's bodyguards.

These two Greenskins were obviously much taller and larger than their surrounding kin, and they were also clad in crude Power Armour belching black smoke. It seemed they actually looked even more agile than their unarmored brethren.

Upon seeing their leader locked in a bitter struggle, one of them raised a warhammer equipped with small thrusters, while the other wielded a massive scimitar belching black smoke, attempting to flank Soshyan.

"Stop."

Sol let out a low growl. After kicking away the Greenskin in front of him, he leaped into the battlefield, blocking the path of the two Nob bodyguards.

A deafening impact like an anvil crashing to the ground shattered the bricks beneath his feet.

The two Nob bodyguards hesitated for a few seconds, then roared again and stepped forward.

Sol aggressively engaged the two enemies head-on. He drew the second weapon at his waist, parried that terrifying scimitar with the blade in his right hand, and blocked the heavy warhammer with the weapon in his left hand.

Missing its mark, the scimitar-wielding Greenskin renewed its offensive without hesitation, unleashing a torrential storm of chops upon this ten-thousand-year-old veteran in the uniquely brutal and ruthless style of the Greenskins.

Yet Sol's dual-blade blocks and parries were not inferior in the slightest, defending against the opponent's attacks immaculately.

Even in this interval, the blade in his left hand intercepted the warhammer of the other Greenskin following closely behind. This time, besides Solomon's Sorrow, the weapons Sol carried also included a longsword he had forged himself; it was roughly close to the length of a two-handed sword but much more slender, similar to the Holy Flame Sword.

Just like that, an unbelievable scene appeared. The two weapons of unequal length actually provided Sol with a slight advantage.

In his defensive counterattacks, the two Greenskin Nobz were instead forced to retreat step by step, returning to their original positions.

The warhammer was tightly entangled by the longsword, while the slightly shorter sword defused the dense offensive of the scimitar.

Twice in succession, the two swords seized the opportunity while parrying each other to slip past the guard and pierce the bodies of the two Greenskins.

A mere ten seconds after the battle began, the two Greenskin Nobz were already covered in wounds, looking drenched in blood.

But this speed was not fast enough. Sol decided to resolve this problem straightforwardly.

He bent over to dodge a vicious yet sluggish sweep from the warhammer and delivered a fierce kick to the scimitar-wielding guy, striking its left knee.

The thick Plasteel combat boot twisted the Greenskin's left leg brutally to the side. The opponent instantly let out a shrill roar, but it lasted less than a second before the sharp sword followed, piercing through the side of its head.

The scimitar-wielding Nob staggered back, the roar in its throat coming to an abrupt halt as purple blood splashed down its chest along the edge of its jaw.

But even so, it surprisingly hadn't died yet!

The tenacity of Greenskin life was evident.

Sol had no opportunity to follow up with another strike to finish it off, because he had to immediately jerk his head backward, dodging another sweep of the warhammer by a hair's breadth.

That Greenskin had poured its entire body's strength into its arms, making the heavy warhammer trace almost a complete circle.

It almost succeeded.

The hammer head missed Sol's head in the lower half of its arc, only crashing down onto the ground. Accompanied by a deafening explosive crack, it left a massive, radiating web of cracks among the bricks, like a bullet hole in a mirror.

Leaning backward, Sol abruptly straightened up and thrust his left-hand sword toward that hammer-wielding Nob.

The opponent subconsciously raised the warhammer's handle to its face like a staff, parrying the power sword's offensive, then swung the weapon high over its head, smashing it down like a pile driver.

Sol crossed his two weapons upward, joining forces to brace them beneath the hammer head.

Even so, that ferocious impact still forced him almost to his knees.

The Astartes' entire body tensed, locking the swords against it.

Meanwhile, the scimitar-wielding Greenskin gradually regained consciousness. Staggering, it flanked from the side, intending to launch a pincer attack while Sol was too occupied to spare attention elsewhere.

Sol gave a slight grunt and abruptly crossed his paired swords.

In the next second, the warhammer's handle was cut into two segments with a crisp snap.

Before the hammer head hit the ground, the Astartes' blade had already sliced open the outer shell of the hammer-wielding Nob's armor, plunging straight into its armor's energy core, causing it to explode abruptly.

This was a firework-like explosion. Metal carrying minced meat rained down foully over a radius of hundreds of meters.

Sol, however, had no time to admire his battle results. He leaped up, lowered his head, and pounced toward the Greenskin that had not yet fallen, taking turns plunging his two sharp swords into its torso.

Fierce upward thrusts followed one after another, ruthless and fluid, without the slightest pause.

He pushed the enemy back step by step, using excessive lethality to ensure it had absolutely no chance of survival.

In a span of just three or four seconds, he had already thrust out dozens of times.

In the end, only his twin swords barely held up the Greenskin's fragmented body.

He spat, withdrew his arms, and let the corpse slump over listlessly.

The other enemy approached stealthily, yet he had already noticed it. Twisting his body to meet the scimitar, he delivered a horizontal sweep, knocking the opponent to the ground.

The fallen Greenskin tried to stand up. Sol lunged over, pinning the opponent firmly with his legs, then pierced the enemy's body with his sword, nailing it dead to the floor.

Then, another sword nailed through its face.

After struggling for a moment, the Greenskin ceased all movement, and a pool of purple blood gradually spread beneath its body.

Not far away, Soshyan also finished his battle.

Clang—!

With the final strike of a series of wild offensives, Soshyan, amidst a crisp ringing sound, chopped off the opponent's left hand and left a deep, carved mark on the Big Mek's broad chest.

An expression of fear finally appeared on the Big Mek's face. Its small red eyes widened in a glare, and a muffled, choked sound came from its throat.

Then it turned and made a posture as if to flee, not realizing that exposing its back to an Astartes was an even more dangerous thing to do.

"Purge the Xenos!"

Soshyan gripped the softly hissing longsword with both hands, raised it high over his head, and then, with the momentum of splitting mountains and cracking the earth, cleaved this Greenskin into two halves with a single strike from its left shoulder down to its crotch.

Accompanied by a spraying mist of purple blood, the enemy's mutilated body split in two, slumping listlessly to the left and right.

After the leader's death, another major characteristic of the Greenskin race was unmistakably exposed.

"Da boss is zogged! Leg it!!!"

All of the Greenskins' will to fight was maintained by a powerful Warboss. Once the Warboss fell, the Greenskins under its command would immediately lose all courage to resist, turning into cowardly things just like Gretchin.

Therefore, to deal with Greenskins, the smartest method was decapitation.