The next few seconds were absolute hell for Ragnar.
Raynor and Sarah batted him around the grand hall like a toy.
Raynor's speed was as swift as a bullet, each strike precisely targeting Ragnar's vital points. Sarah's physical power was monstrous; every blow shattered bone and tore muscle. The two of them coordinated flawlessly, denying Ragnar even a single moment to catch his breath.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The sharp, brutal sounds of impact echoed continuously through the empty hall. Ragnar's body flew wildly through the air, repeatedly crashing into walls, the ceiling, and pillars. With every collision, chunks of flesh and bone fragments erupted from his form.
Five seconds later.
Thud.
Ragnar's body collapsed heavily into the center of the hall. He could no longer remember how many times he had been sent flying. Dozens of times? Or hundreds?
At this moment, the Ork warlord, who had briefly managed to rebuild a semi-humanoid shape, was once again beaten into an unrecognizable lump of meat. His limbs were entirely broken and twisted at bizarre angles. His head was flattened, with only half of it still attached to his neck. The massive mouth on his stomach was utterly ruined, capable of producing only a wet, raspy wheeze.
There was not a single intact spot on his body. A small pool of dark green blood quickly formed beneath him.
Yet, despite all of this, he was still not completely dead. The belly-mouth of flesh was still twitching weakly. His life force was stubborn to a terrifying degree.
Raynor slowly descended, landing right in front of Ragnar. He looked down at the mangled mass of flesh with cold, indifferent eyes.
"Hard to kill indeed," Raynor remarked quietly. "But this is where it ends."
He looked up and called out to the empty air.
"Sarah!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Sarah's massive figure materialized behind him. Simultaneously, two thick neural tendrils extended from the back of her head, their tips glowing with a soft violet light. They plugged precisely into the interface ports on the back of Raynor's armor.
Instantly, a massive surge of psychic energy flowed from Sarah's body into Raynor's. Their consciousnesses synchronized, merging their presences into one.
Sarah's four hands began to weave through the air, gathering visible violet psychic energy in her palms. It grew denser and more brilliant by the second. The energy currents in the air turned violent, and surrounding metal fragments began to float uncontrollably before being pulverized into dust under the intense psychic pressure.
Soon, a spear composed of pure psychic energy materialized before Sarah. The weapon was a deep, bottomless purple, with its tip shimmering with a golden light. Countless arcs of wild psychic lightning coiled around the shaft, radiating a suffocating aura of destruction.
The sheer pressure it released was in no way inferior to the Psi-Annihilation Box Ralph had detonated earlier.
Raynor took a step forward, reaching out with his right hand to grasp the psychic spear. The moment his fingers closed around the weapon, his eyes burst with a brilliant light—one eye a radiant gold, the other a deep violet.
The twin beams of light illuminated the entirety of the ruined hall. A terrifying psychic shockwave rippled outward from Raynor, causing the entire room to tremble.
On the ground, Ragnar felt the ultimate threat of death. What remained of his consciousness was completely swallowed by sheer, primal terror. He squirmed frantically, trying to drag his shattered body away, but an invisible gravity pinned him to the spot. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not budge an inch. All he could do was open his ruined belly-mouth and unleash a desperate, gargling roar.
Raynor slowly raised the psychic spear, aiming it directly at the creature's gaping maw.
Without a single word, he hurled the spear.
SHING!
The psychic spear transformed into a streak of purple-gold light, tearing through the atmosphere with a deafening shriek as it lanced toward Ragnar.
Its speed was instantaneous. The moment it left Raynor's hand, it had already pierced Ragnar.
HUMMM—
Upon impact, the psychic spear unleashed its stored destruction. A localized psychic collapse, no less devastating than the Psi-Annihilation Box, erupted in the center of the hall. A massive, expanding sphere of purple-gold energy completely engulfed Ragnar's body.
The raw energy warped space and tore at the fabric of reality, completely dissolving everything within its radius. Metal, stone, and flesh—everything was broken down into its fundamental particles.
This time, there was no miracle.
Even with his absurd Orkish resilience, bearing two consecutive psychic annihilations back-to-back left Ragnar with absolutely zero chance of survival. His body, along with his parasitic stomach-mouth, was completely vaporized. Not a single cell remained.
As the energy gradually dissipated, only a massive, perfectly smooth, spherical crater was left in the center of the hall. The surface of the crater gleamed with a glassy luster, formed by the instant melting and cooling of the metal floor under extreme heat.
Great-Gulp Ragnar—the formidable Greenskin warlord who had brought the Gemstone to its knees and survived a Psi-Annihilation Box—had finally been completely erased from existence.
Raynor retracted his gaze. The neural tendrils disconnected from his armor, and Sarah's massive spectral form faded back into the shadows as if she had never been there.
From the moment Raynor intervened to the complete vaporization of Ragnar, the entire process had taken less than fifteen seconds. The survivors sealed inside the bridge hadn't even noticed the brief, violent clash outside.
Raynor looked toward the bridge doors. His gaze grew deep and calculating.
Ragnar was dead, but this war was far from over. The main Greenskin fleet would soon arrive in the Karl II system.
But before he dealt with that, he had a few personal matters to resolve.