Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 668

Chapter 666, I’ll help you!

Salilius is of course the top warrior.

Just being a champion is not enough to describe his strength.

After landing, the Iron Armored Warriors naturally surrounded him. Their number is far greater than the hundred or so Ortopis warriors who landed. Ten are not enough to beat one, and they would rather beat one hundred to one. It is

true that the Ortopis warriors are strong, but even if they are generally a level stronger, they are still Space Marines.

The Copper Warriors can only stand back to back with their brothers, rely on each other, attract three to five times the number of enemies to besiege, and try their best to hold on, not to lose people, and strive to kill one enemy.

But Salilius is not like that.

With his eight-man guards, he killed every Iron Armored Warrior he saw.

He possessed no ingenious tactics, merely a dragon-like lance. With a single thrust, the armored warriors, coming head-on or from the side, were unable to dodge or block the attack. The sacred spear pierced their hearts, instantly killing them. Whether it was ordinary tactical armor or the far thicker Terminator armor, the relic made no difference; a single thrust pierced and killed them instantly.

Few enemy attacks were dodged, but most were blocked by the great copper shield.

No matter the attacker’s strength or the devastating ranged firepower, Salilius’s shield remained unmoved, seemingly unable to even feel the aftershocks. Every attack was completely absorbed by the shield’s surface.

Sometimes, with a simple raise of his hand, Salilius could even deflect the enemy’s attacks.

Long-range fire would follow the shield’s deflection, zigzagging towards Salilius’s intended target. Close-range sword strikes, or even the slamming of a sledgehammer, would also be deflected by the shield’s force, causing the immense recoil to knock him off balance. Often, this was followed by a fatal spear strike.

An armored warrior wearing a champion’s headdress suffered this fateful blow.

While Salilius was dealing with an incoming enemy from another direction, he unleashed a barrage of bullets from his bolter. From the crowd, the bullets aimed precisely at the Chapter Master. But Salilius, with foresight, ducked, tucked his shield under him, and rolled to avoid the barrage of bolts. Then, as the champion abandoned his weapon and drew his sword, Salilius, half-crouching, leaped forward, thrusting his spear with lightning speed.

A champion after all, the armored warrior, in a moment of crisis, brought his sword down, slicing through the spear, only barely deflecting it. But the next moment, a fiery bull’s head magnified infinitely before his eyes—it was the image of the holy shield in Salilius’s hand!

The next moment, he was lifted up by the round shield, the heavy blow sending shockwaves through his body. But before he could regain control, a spear thrust upwards, piercing his chest.

It seemed a simple wound, but in reality, the scattered energy field carried by the spear destroyed his heart and lungs. With

a champion pierced by his spear, Salilius’s image etched itself deeply into the minds of the surrounding armored warriors. Their minds, already infested with insects, trembled at the sight. For a moment, afraid to confront him and die in vain, they watched helplessly as Salilius slowly lowered his spear, stepped on the corpse, and pulled it out.

But at that moment, footsteps accelerated.

Salilius looked in that direction and saw a figure who, on the surface, looked no different from an ordinary Terminator veteran, marching towards him.

But strangely, all the infected armored warriors moved to the left and right, making way for this seemingly ordinary Terminator.

If there was anything truly peculiar about his weapon, it was his claws.

Those four claws extended from the backs of his fists. They were actually quite long, stretching from the backs of his hands to nearly his ankles.

Yet, they didn’t appear slender.

Instead, their thick, curving shape made them resemble pincers.

No doubt, if one got their head caught in one of these, a simple twist would rip it off.

Even someone as powerful as Salilius felt a sense of oppression from this creature.

But with the tit-for-tat between the warriors at this moment, how could anyone remain calm?

There was no longer any Western Front Commander Salilius here; there was only a pure warrior.

With a furious roar, he raised his holy shield, raised his holy spear, and charged at the oncoming force!

His guards, surrounded by him, also drew their weapons and charged! “

Whoever you are, die!”

The one with the claws also roared!

This was quite rare.

Infested beings, their brains and hearts devoured by the worms, would roar, but rarely with such a powerful voice.

However, with his cry, the surrounding Ironclad Space Marines also roared. The Ironclads, far outnumbered by the Ortopis, followed their leader in the charge.

Gray-black waves crashed fiercely against the brass-colored reef.

In an instant, the waves parted, but the reef also shattered slightly.

Three of Salilius’s personal guards were swept away,

two of them killed by the two-clawed warrior.

Salilius’s personal guards were already among the top experts in the Ortopis Chapter. In such a large-scale clash, they were suddenly facing an enemy that outnumbered their own by ten to one, yet only one was thrown down by a mere Ironclad warrior.

But in an instant, a Salilius guard was caught in a precise, clawed blow to the head. The ferocious tearing ripped the helmet from its armor, severing the cervical vertebrae along with it. He tossed it carelessly, sending it carelessly flying like a ball.

The next moment, an Ortopis guard swung his long-handled battle axe, seemingly intending to cleave the Iron Terminator in half and avenge his battle brothers.

However, a claw, still dripping with blood, firmly stopped the axe.

With a twist, the copper warrior, who had refused to let go of the axe, was dragged to the Iron Terminator’s side.

Only then did the guard reluctantly release his hand, raising it high, intending to deliver a powerful blow to the Terminator.

The iron claw firmly grasped the Terminator’s fist, slashing inward, piercing through the arm armor and, presumably, piercing the Ortopis warrior’s flesh and blood. But his unwavering will prevented him from even uttering a grunt.

But the gray Terminator refused to give up even a little bit of leeway.

With a big stride forward, the other claw stretched out, and all four claws pierced through the helmet of the sturdy copper warrior.

Two claws pierced through the helmet’s eyes, and two through the cheeks. The claws that emerged from the other side, piercing the entire helmet, carried the blood of the previous warrior and merged with the blood of the current one, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

“No!”

a roar echoed from the side.

Salilius, having slain three Ironclad warriors, arrived.

It might seem like one more victory, but in reality, the loss of three Ironclads meant nothing to the Ironclads.

However, the death of two Ortopis warriors was equivalent to the loss of a quarter of Salilius’s personal guard.

He was, of course, furious!

However, his swift thrusts proved ineffective.

The Ironclad Terminator, who had previously attacked fiercely, now cunningly dodged the Holy Lance’s thrusts.

The movement was so swift, it sidestepped an attack no Ironclad had previously been able to evade.

Claws darted towards Salilius’s head, and he raised his shield to block. However, the Ironclad Terminator was able to evade the direct confrontation, twisting mid-air, his claws scratching the shield with a harsh, piercing sound, accompanied by intense sparks.

The next moment, he was at Salilius’s side!

Twisting his waist and abdomen, his powerful core strength carried his claws straight towards the Ortopis leader.

But immediately, the threat of the swirling spear forced him to retract his claws, retreating several steps and dodging the spear’s extended thrust.

After a round of fighting, the two were evenly matched!

But after a brief pause, each of them pressed forward, engaging in a fierce battle.

Fire flew everywhere, and the dazzling exchange was a sight to behold. Each had moments of utter danger, each overcome by their own masterful skill.

During the confrontation, Salilius was secretly astonished.

The opposing warrior was by no means a Chapter Champion.

His skill and tactics were certainly superior to those of a so-called champion.

But if that were all, Salilius still had every confidence that he could achieve victory with his Holy Lance and Shield.

After all, his opponent wasn’t truly at the level of the so-called ‘Emperor’s Champion’ or ‘Emperor’s Chosen’ that Salilius had sparred with before.

Salilius, aided by two artifacts, had already approached this level.

However, this gray-black Terminator possessed immense strength and body control, so much so that even when his claws clashed with the aegis, they were unable to recoil. Even after exerting all his strength, he could still instantly shift his posture, inhumanly connecting with the next attack or dodging. These

unexpected combat maneuvers caused Salilius considerable pain.

His body was ripped several times by the claws. This exquisitely crafted power armor, handcrafted by Mars’ most renowned armor master, was torn apart as if made of paper, damaging the flesh beneath. Salilius’s exceptional skill prevented these injuries from having a serious impact on his body. The toxins that entered through the wounds were also blocked by his superhuman body. The universal antidote secreted by his organs eliminated the small amount of toxins that entered, while the larger amount was locked away by his tightly contracted muscles in less critical areas.

He didn’t let his opponent off lightly, stabbing with his holy spear several times, piercing the armor with equal ease. But the flesh beneath the gray-black armor was even stranger; not even a bleed flowed.

If the fight continued like this, perhaps both would fight to exhaustion, or perhaps one, due to stamina or injury, would make a critical mistake, costing both victory and their own life.

But the reality was likely not a one-on-one duel.

When Salilius was completely entangled and trapped in an evenly matched confrontation, without his pillar of support, the remaining five Bronze Guards could not withstand the siege of Iron-Armored Warriors, who outnumbered them dozens of times.

They were formidable fighters, but after slaying enemies three times their number, they couldn’t hold on, falling one after another.

Conversely, without the protection of his personal guards, some of the enemies could join in the siege against Salilius himself.

Experts attempted close combat with power swords, but even if they were pierced by the Holy Lance and killed after just three or five rounds, their advances on Salilius had already taken effect, often allowing the gray-black Terminator to inflict a few more wounds on the Ortopis leader.

Even without the need for close combat assistance from experts, a few sharpshooters, seizing opportunities from a distance, could inflict significant damage on Salilius, a battle already exhausting all his strength.

If this continued, Salilius would undoubtedly lose.

He knew it, but he had already used all his might.

He would not despair, but would continue to fight with all his might, until his death.

And just then, the sky rang with the roar of a vast swarm of Kirin and Wind Falcon fighters. Though the sound of crashing fighters destroyed by anti-aircraft fire was interspersed with the sound, Salilius’s ears caught the most crucial cry:

“I’ll help you!”

Countless Space Marines, in red, gray, green, white, and even armor of every color, leaped from plane after plane to join the battle on the ground.

Leading them was none other than Salis Martins, Captain of the Phoenix Chapter and Supreme Commander of the Alliance appointed by Governor Gu!

The Crimson Angel descended from the sky, its emerald phase blade raised high, slashing down upon a veteran Ironclad Terminator. Then, leading the charge, his personal guards—the Nirvana Guard—charged into the heart of the battlefield.

The Nirvana Guards, composed of company champions, engaged the Ironclad warriors in fierce combat. Martins himself intervened directly in the battle between Salilius and the gray-black Terminator.

Martins had undergone training, enlightenment, level-up, and self-enlightenment, and had also been blessed by the gods symbolizing the warp storm. His strength should not be underestimated.

The phase sword in his hand, although not a sacred object, was a top-notch individual weapon that could not be mass-produced until now.

With such strength, he was certainly qualified to join the battle.

With the combined efforts of the two, the powerful double-clawed terminator was finally suppressed, so much so that his helmet was destroyed by a dangerous slash from Martins.

He simply grabbed the helmet with one hand and threw it far away, revealing the face underneath, which was completely disfigured by the thick, wriggling purple-red blood vessels.

But even though it no longer looked human, Martins and Salisius still recognized this familiar face.

“Humphrey Paul… the biggest traitor!”

(End of this chapter)