Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 696

Chapter 694: Justice Assault, Battle of Rheaduches (Part 9)

Leroy calmed down and charged forward. A moment later, he was in front of the Hive Overlord.

He knew that facing this Hive Overlord, he had to stand up to it. Anyone else would die in vain before it.

However, even he had the ability to fight against the Hive Overlord?

He was confident that he could win against the Hive Tyrant, and it was a sure thing; fighting the Hive Overlord… at least judging by the bloody storm it had just unleashed among his own troops, it seemed a bit risky.

But what could he do?

He could order a full retreat, and then countless people would be hacked to death on the way back. Then the retreat would turn into a rout, leading to a complete defeat on the front line…

If that was the outcome, he would be blamed for his own death.

Having previously surrendered the Northern Front and lost the First Battle of Rheaduches, he was supposed to be fighting a comeback battle. A successful performance wouldn’t amount to much, but at least it would atone for the previous defeat.

But if he lost this crucial battle again, what was the point of living?

Would he live to be used as a tool to stab the glorious Black Crusaders?

He’d rather die.

If he was destined to be the loser, he’d rather die in battle, outmatched than as a coward who ordered a flight.

Moreover, even though the battle hadn’t begun, the final outcome was uncertain.

He wasn’t fighting alone.

His Marshal’s personal guards accompanied him, as did several champion swordsmen drawn from various companies.

A one-on-one duel was a sure thing, but a righteous group fight wasn’t.

The Hive Overlord was also accompanied by several Overlord Guards. Their strength, if not quite on par with the Tyrant, was at most a hair’s breadth.

These high-level Zerg were stopped by Leroy’s Marshal’s personal guards.

He personally faced the Hive Overlord head-on, and immediately felt the immense pressure.

He had intended to seize the opportunity to deliver a devastating blow to the Overlord by charging forward. An ordinary power sword would inflict limited damage, but he wielded the Holy Leader Sword, one of the ten holy swords of the Black Crusade, a far superior weapon. At least three great daemons had been slain and sent back to the Warp by its wielding blade. No matter how thick, hard, or resilient the Hive Overlord’s armor was, a solid blow would undoubtedly inflict severe damage. However,

opportunities were never so easy to seize.

The cunning Hive Overlord sensed the threat posed by the Holy Leader Sword the moment he approached. It whirled in an instant, slashing with two psychic bone blades from either side of Leruva.

If Leruva insisted on striking the Hive Overlord, it would have caught the blow with its side and back, potentially injuring him severely, but it would have been a sure death, cut in half.

Afterward, no one could possibly retrieve the fallen holy sword under its watch. His injured body would then rapidly repair itself, returning to full strength in no time. “Do

you want to risk your life to seriously injure me?”

Leroy clearly wouldn’t choose a losing strategy.

He could only forgo a ruthless blow from the Overlord, dodging the left strike and blocking the right with his Holy Sword. He

had finally averted the initial threat.

However, this was only the beginning. Just as he was about to unleash his swordsmanship once more, attacking proactively, the Hive Overlord’s four war blades descended upon him like a whirlwind.

Fast, exquisite, and precise—that was Leroy’s feeling. Even by human standards, the Hive Overlord was a master swordsman.

But that wasn’t the greatest, most unique feeling.

The greatest feeling was the sheer sheer power it possessed—the sheer sheer magnitude of its power!

Empowered by his extraordinary strength, Leroy mustered all his might to counter the Hive Overlord’s every blow. However, the Overlord, armed with four swords and possessing master-level swordsmanship, was driven back relentlessly.

Still attempting an offensive?

Holding on was a feat, a feat he held on to. He had no chance of launching a counterattack.

Even holding on was a false hope. Within a dozen seconds of the confrontation, Leroy felt he was about to collapse. At any moment, he could be shattered and slain.

But then, reinforcements finally arrived.

His personal guards finally separated the Overlord’s guards. Two Black Cross Champions approached from either side,

forcing the Hive Overlord to take time to respond.

Leroy’s pressure eased somewhat.

He finally had time to attack.

But none of his strikes landed.

His attacks were either dodged or easily parried.

Was this a balanced battle?

Not really. In the brief confrontation, each of the two Black Cross Champions who participated in the siege was left with a wound.

The Hive Overlord could have achieved a breakthrough against those two, or even Leroy, at any moment.

And it itself? After battling three champions and above, it remained unscathed. The few marks on its body were merely traces of individual missiles and explosive rounds struck during the charge, barely scratching its armor at most.

The advantages and disadvantages were clear at a glance.

The third Champion appeared

, wielding Mjolnir. He leaped high, thunder and lightning roaring from his long-handled hammer, still at overdrive. The lightning even channeled into the Champion himself, causing some damage.

But he ignored the blow, determined to deliver it.

Leroy and the other two Champions attacked simultaneously from left, center, and right, disregarding their own safety, determined to secure a powerful strike for their Battle Brothers, a powerful hammer blow that would land firmly on the Hive Overlord.

They succeeded.

Though it cost one Battle Brother a pierced abdomen by the massive blade, and the hammer was slightly deflected, avoiding a head impact ,

it still struck.

Mjolnir, at full power, was a formidable force in the hands of a Champion. Even the Hive Overlord’s sturdy back armor was shattered, spurting purple-red blood. Its massive body, inevitably slumped to the ground under the crushing blow, fell.

Leroy and the Champion Swordsman, still in good condition, seized the opportunity to prepare their attack. But even if the Hive Overlord was knocked to the ground, it still had the ability to resist.

It was even cunning enough to turn this into an insidious attack.

Leluwa noticed it in advance, braked, and shouted at the same time: “Be careful!”

The next moment, the Overlord’s long tail suddenly popped out from the top of its head, extended forward, and with a flash of purple light, it stabbed fiercely.

But fortunately, Leluwa stopped, and the other champion also stopped after being reminded, preventing the Hive Overlord’s tail needle from succeeding.

The Thunder Hammer Champion raised his hammer and wanted to strike again on the spot.

The Overlord, who had just half stood up from the ground, seemed to be the best target.

He was half-kneeling, with his head turned in the direction of the Thunder Hammer, looking helpless, as if the Thunder Hammer was about to smash his head.

(End of this chapter)