vstars Chapter 269 Solo Kill of the Iron Warrior
Chapter 269 Solo Kill of the Iron Warrior
The "Wings of the Stars" sailed through the sea of stars, its sails billowing in the void, starlight illuminating the path ahead. Crew members bustled about on the deck, inspecting cargo and equipment. Russell remained seated in a corner of the cabin, a worn pocket watch clutched in his hand, his gaze fixed on the distant stars through the porthole.
Suddenly, the ship's alarm blared, shattering the silence. Captain Marcus's voice boomed across the ship's intercom: "Attention! Unidentified vessel ahead, suspected pirates! All to battle positions!"
Russell quickly stood up, the Bloodthirsty entrenching tool gleaming golden in his hand. He stepped out of the cabin, his cold gaze sweeping across the distance. In the distant void, several black warships were rapidly approaching, their hulls painted with scarlet insignia—Red Pirates.
“Red Pirates…” Captain Marcus stood on the command platform, his face growing grave. He had heard of these pirates’ infamous reputation; they were known for their cruelty and ruthlessness, never leaving any survivors.
"Prepare for battle!" Marcus's voice carried a hint of determination.
The crew sprang into action; the Katachon warriors gripped their combat knives, and the psionicists' hands began to glow with psionic energy. Russell stood at the bow, his gaze fixed intently on the black warships.
The Red Pirates' warships rapidly approached, and a massive flagship emerged from the fleet. A tall figure stood on the flagship's deck, clad in heavy power armor, the Iron Warrior emblem etched on his shoulder armor. His gaze was cold and stern, as if he were looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter.
"Hand over all the goods, and I might let you die a quick death." The Iron Warrior's voice echoed through the void via loudspeaker, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
Captain Marcus's face turned pale. He knew that this was no ordinary pirate, but a true Space Marine—a traitor to the Iron Warriors.
"Prepare for battle!" Marcus's voice carried a hint of despair.
Russell didn't wait for orders; his figure flashed like a golden lightning bolt, hurtling towards the Red Pirates' flagship. The Bloodthirsty entrenching tool swung in his hand, golden psionic energy shimmering on its blade. His eyes were filled with battle lust, like that of an awakened beast.
The shrill sound of clashing metal tore through the void. As Russell's Bloodthirster entrenching tool clashed with his power sword, the sparks illuminated the mottled eight-pointed star engravings on the Iron Warrior's helmet. The deck beneath their feet caved in with a spiderweb of cracks, the titanium alloy plates twisting and turning like melted butter.
"Bug!" The Iron Warrior suddenly flicked out a chainsaw gauntlet from his left hand, the serrations grinding towards Russell's throat at thirty revolutions per second. Russell leaned back to dodge, the stench from the chainsaw brushing past him half a centimeter from his Adam's apple, severing a few stray strands of hair.
The force field of the entrenching tool suddenly surged, golden arcs of electricity coursing along its blade. Russell exerted force from his waist and abdomen, springing himself up like a taut spring, the blade tracing a crescent-shaped arc from bottom to top. A string of azure ionic sparks erupted from the Steel Warrior's chest armor, revealing three five-centimeter-deep cuts—this fatal blow, which should have severed a mortal's spine, left only shameful scars on the terracotta armor.
The Chaos Warrior's maniacal laughter emanated from the voice changer in his helmet as he kicked Russell in the knee. The impact, exceeding three tons, forced Russell to his knees, the deck shattering beneath him. The power sword seized the opportunity to strike, but was blocked ten centimeters from Russell's left shoulder by a suddenly deployed golden force field barrier. The buzzing sound of the psychic barrier rubbing against the disintegrating force field was enough to make one's teeth ache.
Russell's pupils contracted, and golden psionic patterns spread from his neck to his face. His left hand gripped the seam of the Iron Warrior's leg armor, his knuckles digging deep into the adamantite plate amidst the groaning of the servo motors. With a tooth-grinding metallic tearing sound, the entire leg armor was ripped off, the exposed flesh instantly charred by the force field of the entrenching tool.
The Chaos Warrior let out his first painful roar. He swung his power sword toward Russell's left eye, but was stopped by the entrenching tool. In the instant the two forces clashed, Russell suddenly tilted his head and slammed his forehead into the helmet visor. With a deafening crash as the psionic-enhanced skull collided with the adamantite visor, cracks spread like a spiderweb at the point of contact.
Black engine oil seeped from the crack in the eyepiece, and the Iron Warrior staggered backward. Russell seized this fleeting opportunity, and the blade of his entrenching tool suddenly extended into a two-meter-long psionic light blade. As the golden light pierced through the breastplate, the mutated organs inside the Chaos Warrior's body spewed out foul-smelling pus and blood, but vaporized into purple smoke the instant they touched the light blade.
"The False Emperor's lackey!" The dying warrior suddenly grabbed the shovel handle, and the plasma core hidden inside his breastplate began to overload. Russell's pupils contracted sharply, and golden psionic energy flooded into the weapon—the molecular structure of the Blood Drinker entrenching shovel instantly reorganized under the catalysis of psionic energy, and the shovel head split into twelve golden lightning bolts, tearing the steel warrior's body into burning fragments.
As the blue light of the plasma core explosion engulfed the deck, Russell had already leaped into the air. He flipped over during his descent, his entrenching tool embedding itself deep into the flagship's command tower. Psionic energy surged through the metal structure, and the entire warship's energy core began to hum ominously. When Russell drew his weapon, the five-thousand-ton warship collapsed inward like a walnut being crushed by an invisible giant hand, golden lightning crackling through the wreckage.
The remains of the Iron Warrior burned in the void, golden psionic lightning leaping across them, as if proclaiming victory. Russell stood atop the flagship's wreckage, the golden light of the Bloodthirsty entrenching tool gradually dimming, but his gaze remained cold and stern, like a beast that had just finished its hunt.
The crew of the Red Pirates witnessed their leader—the invincible Iron Warrior—being torn to pieces by Russell, and fear spread among them like a plague. Their former arrogance vanished instantly, replaced by endless panic and despair.
"Run! Run!" the Red Pirates' crew screamed, rushing towards their respective warships. Their movements were chaotic and disorganized; some even jumped from the deck into the air, attempting to escape this deadly battlefield.
Russell didn't pursue them, but merely watched them coldly. His gaze held a hint of disdain, as if he were looking at a group of ants. The Catachan warriors and psionicists swiftly sprang into action, leading their crews to clear the battlefield, ensuring no one escaped.
The crew of "Starwing" cheered, celebrating their hard-won victory. They knew that if it weren't for Russell's presence, the outcome of the battle might have been entirely different.
Captain Marcus walked up to Russell, a hint of awe in his eyes: "Russell, you've saved us once again."
Russell did not answer, but simply nodded and turned back into the cabin.