Panzer Paladin Today

She hurled the dissolving greatsword into a third demon, pinning it to a rock face. The blade shattered into luminous fragments. Without pausing, the Paladin stomped forward and wrenched a war-pike from a fresh corpse. "Gloom Lance, class-B. Leech property. Interesting."

"I don’t need interesting. I need an opening to Malachar."

The core ejected in a spray of white-hot plasma, blinding the Phalanx’s optical sensors. In that moment of artificial eclipse, Ariane drove the Panzer Paladin forward like a lance. She discarded the Gloom Lance. She discarded defense. She used the suit’s own massive weight and the last shred of its emergency thrusters to turn the Paladin into a seventy-ton projectile. Panzer Paladin

Ariane smiled. "Worth it."

So she did something Malachar could not predict. She hurled the dissolving greatsword into a third

"Forty-five seconds," Flint said softly.

"Save your strength."

The first heavy raised a claw. The Paladin’s greatsword passed through its torso like smoke through a screen. The demon froze, then collapsed into inert, rusted scrap. The second swung a plasma mace. Ariane parried—the impact sent shockwaves across the ridge, shattering boulders—and riposted through its neck joint.

She threw Malachar into the burning wreckage of his own command platform and turned the Panzer Paladin toward the rising sun. The suit’s joints seized. Its visor flickered. Step by grinding step, it walked until it could walk no more. "Gloom Lance, class-B

She didn't hesitate. The Paladin’s gauntlet shot out, its fingers closing around a fallen demonic greatsword still humming with residual heat. The weapon data flooded the cockpit— Rending Edge, class-C, durability 38% —and Flint absorbed it like a starving wolf.