Swing the sword, kill the enemy.
With the power sword in his hand, Lancelot felt as if he had been tempered a thousand times over.
This sword in his hand was as natural to him as breathing.
The reward given by the secret of the Fallen Angel identity was the posture of a Ten-Thousand-Battle Veteran.
After lifting the sword, Lancelot clearly felt that the world seemed to have changed before his very eyes.
And upon stepping out of the cargo hold into the ship’s tunnel, Lancelot saw at a glance the gun-wielding Greenskin Boyz one by one, and at the same time, those Greenskin Boyz also saw Lancelot.
With the Greenskin way of thinking, they actually couldn’t immediately identify the difference between Lancelot and themselves; instead, the black armor on Lancelot’s body became their most direct impression.
“‘Oi finks dis big ‘un ‘oo painted ‘imself all black is a right good fighter and dead tough!
Proper WAAAGH!
in a close combat!” Thinking this, the Greenskin Orks were not afraid, but instead erupted with an even more excited warcry.
They are perhaps the happiest creatures in the entire universe.
Their whole lives are spent either fighting or on the way to a fight!
Lancelot knew that they were actually war machines created by the Old Ones.
Structurally, they were actually not like animals, but more like mushrooms!
Thus, they launched a charge at Lancelot.
The crudely made Greenskin pistols in their hands fired continuously, letting out deafening sounds, but their accuracy was truly abysmal, and some even exploded right in the chamber!
However, for most Greenskins, a big, loud gun was enough!
That was fine!
They preferred close combat!
Coincidentally, Lancelot thought the same way.
Stomping fiercely on the ground, the power sword in Lancelot’s hand instantly bloomed with an azure disruption field.
In almost the blink of an eye, a dozen or so Greenskin Boyz were instantly sliced into pieces by Lancelot.
Swish, swish, swish!
The power sword wove together a continuous stream of slashes, carrying Lancelot forward as he steamrolled through the Greenskins.
Almost not a single Greenskin Boy could survive a single move against Lancelot.
It must be known that Greenskin Orks are by no means mere fodder; even an ordinary Greenskin Boy possesses the strength to tear apart a Space Marine’s limbs bare-handed.
Coupled with their fearlessness of death, an ordinary Space Marine would almost never engage in such a battle deep behind enemy lines.
But for Lancelot, these Greenskins charging towards him before his eyes…
in his line of sight, were actually closer to…
——moving canola flowers by the roadside.
Chop off, slice open, mince to pieces.
Lancelot flourished his sword, efficiently sweeping away the enemies of humanity before him.
Slaughtering his way forward, Lancelot soon encountered an entity that was a full half-body taller than an ordinary Ork.
Its shoulders and back were as wide as a moving iron plate, and its dark green skin was stretched taut and shiny.
Old scars overlapped with new scars, carved horizontally and vertically across its chest and arms—all qualifications earned through combat!
In its hand, it held a massive battle axe taller than a man, and on its head, it wore a giant iron helmet painted with red Ork’ish patterns.
This was clearly a battle-hardened Greenskin Boss.
But…
Lancelot didn’t even spare it a second glance.
He merely used swift footwork to dodge the opponent’s strike, and then chopped off its head with the power sword.
The Greenskin Boyz had been howling, but after seeing the Greenskin Boss die, the Ork Boyz present lost their backbone.
The originally orderly ranks instantly fell into chaos.
“Waaagh, ‘oi finks dis big ‘un is dead ‘ard!
If ‘oi krump ‘im, ‘oi can become an even badda big ‘un!” Some Ork Boyz, as if pumped full of stimulants, still launched WAAAGH!
charges at Lancelot, but there were also more quick-thinking Ork Boyz who chose to retreat first.
“‘Oi finks dis big ‘un is too tough!
It feels right uncomfortable standin’ near ‘im, gotta find more boyz to WAAAGH!
‘im togevver!” Lancelot naturally noticed the commotion among these Greenskins.
However, for the current Lancelot, in an enclosed space like a warship, the role of individual martial prowess could obviously be maximized to the greatest extent.
Slaughtering all the way, Lancelot steadily pushed forward, finally attracting the attention of this large Greenskin force.
But strangely, Lancelot faced almost no ranged firepower strikes.
It wasn’t that these Greenskin Orks possessed any morals; it was just that after a large number of Ork Boyz began to surround Lancelot, as their numbers increased, a situation they had not anticipated started to become severe.
That was in terms of weaponry!
The shootas in the hands of these Ork Boyz underwent a change the moment Lancelot stepped onto the battlefield.
They exploded in the chamber one after another, or simply failed to fire bullets altogether!
Furthermore, the grenades on the Ork Boyz were also a major source of malfunctions.
Explosions occurred one after another within their ranks.
This situation caused some chaos among the Orks, so much so that those Ork Boyz could only fight Lancelot with cold weapons, only to be effortlessly slaughtered by his power sword.
Lancelot naturally noticed this situation as well, and with just a simple thought, he roughly understood why this was happening.
These shootas used by the Greenskins were essentially garbage forged by the Orks out of scrap metal.
From the rational perspective of humans, it was fundamentally impossible for these things to fire bullets.
But the Orks possessed a special psychic power known as the power of ‘Oi Fink’, which was essentially a reality-warping ability.
As long as the Greenskins believed the guns in their hands could fire bullets, even if the gun looked like a pile of junk to others, in the hands of a Greenskin, it could fire bullets just like a normal firearm.
It was also because of the existence of this power that the Orks could become a great enemy of the Imperium of Man.
If they felt their choppa was hard, a rusty iron blade could hack through a Space Marine’s precious ceramite armor.
Coupled with the fact that Greenskins are born battle maniacs, the more intense the battle, the faster they grow, and this power of ‘Oi Fink’ becomes even stronger.
This meant that no matter who the enemy was, unless the opponent wiped out the Greenskins in an instant, the Ork army would evolve into entities of the same level at an extremely fast speed.
But now, this power had met its natural enemy.
Inviolable Domain.
Lancelot, acting as an anchor of the real universe, would repel all Warp powers.
Within this domain, the rules of the real universe suppressed everything, and the guns and cannons cobbled together by the Ork Boyz using the power of ‘Oi Fink’ all lost their effectiveness.
In other words…
when facing Lancelot, the Greenskins’ power of ‘Oi Fink’ would be sealed away!
And as the battle continued, some clever Greenskin Bosses finally realized this!
“‘Oi finks fightin’ dis big ‘un makes me ‘ole body hurt!
Can’t get a proper WAAAGH!
goin’ at all!
‘Oi’m gonna go find some fun sumwhere else!” The Greenskin Boss ran away.
Under his leadership, a large number of Greenskin Orks even started to flee the area where Lancelot was.
And facing a routed enemy, the speed at which Lancelot swung his sword became faster and faster!
The number of Greenskin Orks falling by Lancelot’s hand had already reached the hundreds in a short amount of time, and for a boarding action, this was already enough to tilt the tide of battle.
Pew, pew, pew!
The originally spraying rhythm of lasfire began to slow down.
In the direction of the armory inside the bridge, a unit of defenders so silent they were almost like corpses were the first to feel that the tide of battle seemed to have undergone a slight change!