Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 499 Instant Kill of Warboss
A cold, pure despair welled up in Mikhail's heart.

He tried to reach for the spare explosive pistol at his waist.

But the arm was completely bound by the locked servo joints and the excruciating pain transmitted through the nerves.

Even this tiny movement has become incredibly difficult.

He could only watch as the destructive giant claw descended with unparalleled power.

It was prepared to crush him, along with the scrap metal beneath him, into cosmic dust.

Just as that colossal claw, imbued with absolute destructive power, tore through the air and came within meters of Mikhail's breastplate, death seemingly imminent—

"Whoosh—BOOM!!!"

A piercing, soul-tearing scream came from directly above the cave ceiling without warning!

This sound surpassed the roar of any engine or weapon on the battlefield.

It has the feel of pure physical laws being violently broken!
What followed was a deafening, terrifying impact sound, like a planetary collision!

The entire core area shook violently, as if a severe earthquake had occurred.

Large slabs of rock collapsed and crashed down from the cave ceiling like a torrential rain!

A blazing pillar of fire, as dazzling as the core of a supernova explosion, accompanied by the ear-piercing roar of adamantium tearing through thick rock and a scorching shockwave capable of melting steel, struck with unparalleled precision, like divine punishment, between Warboss and Mikhail, just inches away from both of them!

A violent shockwave and scorching smoke instantly engulfed the entire core area.

They temporarily obscured the flames of the furnace.

Amidst the smoke and dust, the outline of a massive, standard Imperial-style airdrop pod was deeply embedded in the shattered ground.

The cabin turned dark red due to the high-speed impact and high internal temperature.

With a muffled thud, the hatch was blown outward by the internal explosive bolts!

The smoke and dust have not completely dissipated.

The lingering dust is still slowly settling.

A tall, slender, and composed figure shot out like a ghost from the wreckage of the airdrop capsule and the still-scorching plasma wake!

She wore a well-tailored, dark gray administrative uniform that seemed out of place in the battlefield environment, yet it was spotless.

She stood quietly at the edge of the massive impact crater created by the airdrop capsule, its edges still flowing with molten metal and radiating astonishing heat.

Her appearance carried an indescribable, tangible, cold and absolute majesty that permeated the entire space.

Their amber-gold eyes shone like two burning stars amidst the billowing smoke and dust.

They pierced through the chaos in an instant, precisely locking onto the massive green target that had temporarily stopped moving due to the impact and was filled with surprise and uncertainty.

That oppressive aura was as heavy as a mountain and as chilling as ice.

It made the frenzied orcs on the battlefield gasp in shock.

It's Hathor Lupeka!
Chief Administrative Secretary of the Governor's Office on Planet Broken Tooth III!

Mikhail's mind went completely blank, as if in a thunderous roar.

The power armor's cognitive system seemed to have temporarily crashed due to this extreme irrationality.

How come she is here?!
At the heart of the battlefield?!
In such a heaven-sent, divinely inspired manner?!
This completely overturned all his understanding of this civilian official!
Warboss was also taken aback by the sudden "meteor shower" and the tiny figure that emerged from it.

Its simple brain clearly couldn't comprehend this scene.

But soon, the doubts were overwhelmed by the anger of being offended.

It unleashed an even more ferocious and ear-piercing roar!

It abandoned Mikhail, which was right next door.

The enormous power claw, with the force to tear through space and shatter everything, whipped up a foul-smelling gale and slammed down on the tiny human who dared to appear before it in such a way and challenge its authority!
The air was compressed at an extremely high speed, producing a sharp popping sound!
Hathor Lupeka was not carrying any visible firearms or heavy weapons.

Facing the colossal claw capable of shattering a mithril fortress, she simply and casually, even with a touch of elegance, sidestepped and glided. Her movements were fluid and natural to the extreme.

It was as if they weren't dodging an attack powerful enough to destroy a tank, but rather avoiding the shoving of a reckless drunkard in the dance floor.

The destructive force, accompanied by a fierce wind, merely ruffled a few strands of hair at the edge of her meticulously combed bun.

It failed to touch her in the slightest.

In the brief moment when Warboss inevitably lost his balance due to his missed full-force attack, Hathor moved.

Her movements were so fast that they completely exceeded the maximum dynamic capture limit of the Mikhail power armor eyepiece!
Only a blurry afterimage trail remained on the tactical display!

Like a cold flash of pure speed tearing through a dark cave!
In her hand lay only a slender rapier, its design simple and understated, gleaming with a cold, moonlit metallic sheen—a weapon typically used by nobles in ceremonial duels.

A flash of sword light!
There was no earth-shattering energy collision or roar.

There was no piercing shriek from the force fields tearing each other apart.

There wasn't even the crisp metallic sound of weapons clashing.

There was only a faint, almost imperceptible, yet sharp, cold glint that seemed capable of cutting through space itself and freezing time.

It's like lightly brushing away a speck of dust from a garment.

It swept precisely and silently across Warboss's neck, which was covered with several inches of thick starship armor plating and as thick as an ancient tree.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment because of that sword light.

Warboss's massive, mountain-like body suddenly froze.

All movement, roars, and the hum of energy fields ceased at this moment.

For the first and last time, those small eyes, forever burning with a rage, cruelty, and destructive desire, revealed an unbelievable, childlike confusion.

Immediately, the confusion was completely replaced by the emptiness and deathly stillness of life rapidly passing by.

Its massive, power claw, wreathed in destructive energy, hung limply.

The crimson light on the claws instantly went out.

The super bang-bang cannon, still warm from its barrel, which he was carrying on his other arm, stopped its futile spinning.

A thin, hair-like line of blood quietly appeared on its thick, armored neck.

Immediately, the blood lines seemed to be stretched open by an invisible force, rapidly expanding and bursting.

The enormous, ugly green head, a symbol of the Broken Tooth tribe's savage power and tyranny, slowly slid off its massive body, dripping with a gushing, viscous, fluorescent green blood.

With a dull thud, it crashed onto the ground covered in rubble and oil like a meteorite.

The head rolled a few times.

Empty eyes stared blankly at the cave ceiling.

The enormous headless corpse was like a building block whose supports had been instantly removed.

It lost all its power.

The body collapsed with a crash.

It stirred up a cloud of dust that smelled of blood and engine oil.

The ground shook.

The entire noisy, chaotic, and deathly battlefield instantly fell into a chilling and eerie silence.

Only the central furnace remained, still roaring in vain.

Sporadic bursts of explosive fire, symbolizing the collapse of resistance, could be heard from the distant passage.

And Mikhail's own heavy, incredulous breathing echoed inside the helmet.

(End of this chapter)