Starting from the Planetary Governor-Chapter 1628 - 922: Primarchs Are Human Too (Part 2)

Chapter 1628: Chapter 922: Primarchs Are Human Too (Part 2)

Moreover, besides the Interstellar Warriors, they are also accompanied by a significant number of Chaos Wizards and Chaos Cultist soldiers in combat.

This small group of pseudo-Emperor lackeys that initially landed is merely an appetizer. Once they have taken down these twenty individuals, they will continue to maintain their existing size, continue searching for other prey in this landing zone, and eliminate them.

In their view, these pseudo-Emperor lackeys parachuting at such a close distance recklessly is simply courting death.

In that case, they are in no way reluctant to graciously accept these heads and convert them into the favor of the Evil God they worship.

However, once the battle began, each of them seemed as if they’d seen a ghost.

The twenty warriors of the Phoenix Battle Group were absurdly strong.

Almost every one of them possessed strength levels above the Battle Group Champion.

In the long-range shootout, even though they were clearly fewer in number, they somehow didn’t suffer much. The Great Nirvana Guard’s ranged firepower could always precisely strike the core units of the Chaos Army. Conversely, the Chaos attacks were often dodged.

Even those that couldn’t dodge had ten Terminators carrying micro energy shields to help their comrades block the damage.

If it’s impressive during the ranged firefight, then when these Phoenix Warriors launched a rapid assault, rushed into the Chaos ranks, and engaged in close combat, the disparity widened further.

In the hundred-member team of the Chaos Combat Group, only a few could withstand a solo fight against a Great Nirvana Guard. The others required at least three to five piling on to barely fend them off — sometimes dying in the process.

And the most eye-catching of all was the one protected in the middle of those twenty Phoenix elites.

He was taller than any Interstellar Warrior. This difference in size was beyond individual variation; it seemed more like a racial difference.

Initially protected in the middle, he didn’t show much. The Chaos side could detect that he was an important unit, launching numerous explosive rounds and Chaotic Sorcery aimed at his head, but these were all blocked by the Phoenix Terminators.

However, as the chaos unfolded and he wasn’t guarded as tightly, many chaos warriors eager for merit zeroed in on him, deliberately found openings, and charged in.

Then... they witnessed what true terror is.

Under the Holy Sword in his hand, none of the Chaos Starfield Warriors dared to approach. They were no match.

Regardless of whether one has slain thousands or is a champion of the Chaos, they all perished in various ways with just one strike that they could hardly see.

And the climax of the battle landed on the leader of this Chaos Combat Group.

He was a legitimate Chaos Champion, having personally slain two Great Nirvana Guards in earlier battles.

But that couldn’t prevent his group from collapsing.

He even suspected that if two or three Phoenix elites targeted him simultaneously, even if he didn’t die, he’d be entangled, forced to watch helplessly as the remaining dozen members continued their massacre.

To turn the tide, he had to face that giant, intimidating figure head-on.

And Martins was already striding towards that Battle Group Champion.

In Martins’ view, this guy’s skill level is roughly at the pinnacle of the Company Champion, just a hair away from the Battle Group Champion level. If allowed to continue, he might still kill one or two more of his guards.

He won’t let that happen.

Both advanced towards each other, with the Chaos Champion yelling as he lifts his blade. Under Martins’ pressure, he feels his chaotic blood boiling, at his optimum state, and that his upcoming strike will be the pinnacle of his life. He even faintly feels an epiphany coming, giving him a sense of profound clarity.

So, next...

’Clang’, ’Slash’, ’Ugh...’

Nearly instantaneously, three sounds were emitted in succession.

The first ’clang’ was Martins’ sword clashing with the Chaos Champion’s blade. In a flash, the Holy Sword precisely caught the weak side of the Chaos Blade, pressing it down.

The second ’slash’ was the Holy Sword following the downward force, not only deflecting the Chaos Blade but also slicing deeper, cutting into the Chaos Champion’s chest, his once formidable armor, reinforced by Subspace Evil Magic, sliced through like tofu.

The third ’ugh’ was the final groan from lips still twitching, as the Chaos Champion’s half chest, along with his neck and head, fell to the ground.

This was the thirteenth Chaos Starfield Warrior Martins killed on the battlefield.

He felt no turmoil in his heart, even though this guy was rather strong; for him now, it was a trivial achievement.

In reality, dedicating even ten percent of his attention to the sword in his hand would be quite sufficient. He didn’t need to allocate more focus on these enemies before him; with the casual swing of his sword and instinctive dodging, he moved unhindered, slaughtering chaos warriors one after another.

The rest of his energy was devoted to tactical command.

He continuously collected information across the battlefield, issuing command after command to every combat unit parachuted onto the field.

This marked the most significant change since his rebirth.

In the past, Martins, as a chosen champion, could lead twenty Great Nirvana Guards to wipe out five-fold enemies and swiftly kill opponents not reaching the level of a Battle Group Champion. But he could never do so with such ease and flair, nor could he ensure that every piece of battlefield information was fully analyzed within his mind, and then swiftly make the optimal decision.

For the entire troop under him, he could specifically command every company in the mortal troops; he could specifically issue directives for each squad of over a thousand Interstellar Warriors.

No one needed to question whether his command of ’five meters left for the machine gun’ was sensible. The information processed by his brain led to the optimal situation.

This ability to perceive every little detail previously unnoticeable, analyze rapidly like lightning, and issue commands was something his former self could never achieve.

The previous Martins considered himself an excellent combat commander, but not to this degree.

Not even if he were to sit at the central command entirely focused on directing.

Such feats shouldn’t be within human capability.

Not even for ’superhumans’ like Interstellar Warriors.

Unless he has entirely transcended the concept of ’human’...

No, he mustn’t dwell further.

He is human, of course, he is a person.

Even Mr. Gu sees himself as an ordinary person, and The Emperor views himself as one too, so why shouldn’t he?

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The previous Martins considered himself an excellent combat commander, but not to this degree.

Not even if he were to sit at the central command entirely focused on directing.

Such feats shouldn’t be within human capability.

Not even for ’superhumans’ like Interstellar Warriors.

Unless he has entirely transcended the concept of ’human’...

No, he mustn’t dwell further.

He is human, of course, he is a person.

Even Mr. Gu sees himself as an ordinary person, and The Emperor views himself as one too, so why shouldn’t he?