Chapter 39: Crushing the Brains of Fulao Psychics

Ninglu looked up, locking onto the highest point at the stern of the battlecruiser, which was also the Strategy Room of the Fulao.

From this deck upward, one only needed to climb three more decks.

"Follow me."

As Ninglu spoke, he swung his Heavy Halberd, and like reaping wheat, he sliced six Fulao in half with a single strike.

Their upper bodies slid down slowly, dark purple blood splattered, yellow fibers stretched like silk threads between the two parts, and secreted white liquid attempted to glue the body back together.

The death throes lasted only an instant; the Fulao's evolved healing abilities were useless against the destructive power of a Primarch.

Ninglu then stepped onto the spiral staircase paved with purple metal and headed upward.

Countless Fulao rushed from all directions; they were agile and launched attacks at the four of them.

Witnessing Ninglu's terrifying combat power, Maria understood that no matter how many Fulao came, they could only be mercilessly slaughtered in the face of the giant; she only needed to guard the rear and ensure he was not distracted.

"Tsvetana, Dementieva, we hold the rear."

Dementieva, who possessed muscles as robust as a man's, pulled out a syringe and injected it into her left wrist.

Her body immediately expanded by a size, "Roar"!

Dementieva held a shield in her left hand and charged fiercely downward.

The dozen or so Fulao surging toward the staircase were knocked flying by her, and her chainaxe roared, splitting the heads of the Xenos rushing from the right.

At this moment, a Fulao wielding dual daggers rushed out from the side, his eyes on both sides looking at the prey in the middle.

The next moment, a scorching beam shot through the Xenos's right eye and out through his left eye.

The three Assassins coordinated perfectly, killing and repelling the Fulao.

Ninglu was even more like a Reaper; every time he casually swung his Heavy Halberd, a dozen or so Xenos would perish.

The Fulao looked at the giant in terror; they had plundered dozens of star systems and had never encountered such a terrifying Machine of war.

For a moment, they dared not step forward to block him and retreated in panic.

Ninglu easily killed his way through the spiral staircase and was just about to continue climbing when a boom sounded from the bulkhead; the hatch opened, and a Fulao commander clad in deep purple armor rushed out from the deck with his subordinates.

Seeing his withered kin, he shouted and scolded loudly.

The defeated troops regained their morale and were just about to turn back to kill the giant when they suddenly felt a great mountain pressing down upon them from behind.

The Fulao commander was greatly shocked; dozens of his kin had actually been slaughtered by the enemy in a single charge.

They were not elites, but every Fulao was a qualified Void Warrior, and there was no trash on a Capital Ship, yet they were being slaughtered like livestock.

He widened his eyes, almost unable to believe everything before him; after being stunned for a second, he finally came to his senses.

The Fulao commander gripped the dual blades in his hands tightly, rolling continuously to find the giant's weak points.

At the same time, he opened his throat communicator and urgently reported to the Bridge in the Xenos language.

Throughout his journey, while fighting, Ninglu had grasped a portion of the language from the Xenos's shouting and actions, and from the enemy commander's shouting, he discerned words like "terror" and "support."

He flicked the Heavy Halberd in his hand, and the tip of the halberd shot out like a sharp arrow, instantly piercing the throats of twenty-seven of the commander's personal guards.

Maria plunged her serrated dagger into the top of a Fulao's head, then flew her right leg out to kick him away, crashing into two Xenos rushing up.

She happened to see Ninglu use the 16th strike of the "Osber-Waya" sequence; she had trained under the guidance of a fencing instructor since she was a child and was naturally also proficient in this Vostonian sword art.

The 16th strike was also one she excelled at, but even using a scimitar and injecting a Battle Potion, she could not swing more than twenty times in an instant; her limit was thirteen strikes, yet Ninglu used the Heavy Halberd to complete over twenty strikes in an instant, and every strike pierced the enemy's throat.

【This is the perfect combination of strength, speed, and sword skill; his attack is truly unparalleled!】

A strange light flickered in Maria's eyes; her mind was filled with Ninglu's figure from just now.

As the inspiration flashed, she exerted force with both legs, leaped up, rushed toward the Xenos, and swung her scimitar using the 16th strike, cutting throats with every blade.

One, two, three...

Maria aligned her scimitar with the Heavy Halberd to perform a thrust; she completed five thrusts in an instant, breaking her limit of not using potions and attacking with one hand.

Turning to dodge an attack, slicing off a Xenos's arm, and seizing a dagger, she thought silently in her heart.

【The gap is immense.】

As Maria landed, she looked toward Ninglu and saw him facing the Xenos's swift dagger strikes, swinging his Heavy Halberd to smash into the Xenos's chest with a simple and direct hack.

【The 23rd strike! He found the only gap in the Xenos's swift dagger strikes and completed a precise weak-point strike!】

Maria asked herself if she could complete such a precise strike in the blink of an eye.

【It is possible, but I have no absolute certainty, and I certainly wouldn't be as relaxed as he is.

What words would the Magdan use to describe it?

"Lifting the heavy as if it were light."】

The death of the commander caused the Fulao's morale to collapse once again; this time, it was not just the ordinary crew, but also the Warriors.

Ninglu was unstoppable and advanced another deck.

The bulkhead opened, and a team of Fulao clad in purple-gold robes flew out one after another; each of them held a staff in their hands, with Warp energy swirling around them.

At the same time, over a thousand Fulao Warriors killed their way out from the deck below, attacking upward from the rear.

Ninglu knew that the Fulao possessed a series of terrifying psychic mysteries; in his memory, they had encountered different Legions of Astartes during the "Great Crusade" era, all of which had caused a certain amount of damage to the Space Marines.

When the Salamanders and the Word Bearers fought the Fulao during the pacification of Serapis, the Word Bearer Warrior Edikar was severely wounded and interred within a Contemptor Dreadnought.

The notorious Alpha Legion saboteur and Terra veteran Nihailun was also interred in a Contemptor Dreadnought after fighting the Fulao.

Ninglu took a deep breath, air surged into his lungs, and after swirling several times, he opened his mouth and let out a roar.

A dozen or so Fulao clutched their heads in pain; the howling sound drilled into their brains, ultrasonic humming echoed, and they all spat blood, were stunned, and fell downward.

Ninglu swung his Heavy Halberd to hack the unconscious Xenos psychics to death, and he looked into the air.

Among the Fulao were several powerful psychics who, the moment before the "Feral Howl" sounded, protected themselves with psychic power.

【The Fulao are most skilled at precognition.

Hmm, the "Feral Howl" is ultimately just a Sequence 8 level extraordinary ability; although because I am a Primarch, my body far exceeds that of a Sequence 8 extraordinary, I ultimately did not perform any special targeted strengthening on my lungs, and the "Feral Howl" did not undergo a qualitative change.

They clearly also possess telekinetic spells and can defend against sound waves.】

In a flash of thought, Ninglu bent his legs and leaped up, gathering momentum.

He appeared instantly before a Fulao, swinging his Heavy Halberd with his right arm to crush two other psykers to death.

At the same time, he reached out his left arm, grabbing toward the Fulao's head.

The psychic shield was like paper, failing to withstand the Primarch for even a second.

Ninglu's large hand gripped the Fulao's head, and with a slight exertion of force, the shark-shaped head was crushed, sending a mist of deep purple blood drifting into the air.

(End of chapter)