Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Author: Game4Fang

Summary:

"Your marksmanship is terrible. Even an orc with half a brain missing couldn't outline a human body like that."

This is how Sergeant Miyan, who came from Kadia, complained.

Gu Jian could only awkwardly scratch his head and then answer.

"At least, I'm pretty good at close combat."

"Yes, your close-combat skills are quite good."

The one who answered Komi was not Miyang.

Instead, it was a hazy, blood-red shadow in the subspace.

...

Since.

The gods of the subspace turned their gaze toward Komi.

Khorne hoped he would shed more blood for him.

Nagur awaits him to spread the ultimate creed of decay for himself.

Slaanesh laughed hysterically at his wildly imaginative and lewd jokes.

The cunning, in his indecisiveness, invests his capital in the very essence of change.

Amidst endless battles and bloodshed, a voice rang in Komi's ears.

That was the mysterious and unknown Fifth God.

“Receive my grace and obey my will.”

Life started as a conscript

Chapter 1: Mobilize Soldiers, Rise Up and Fight

I think I'm going to die.

Komi lay in a pool of blood, looking up at the sky filled with the smoke from the shells. Above the smoke, in the higher sky, there were flashes of light. They were not stars, but rather high-voltage lightning emitted from some poorly maintained structures at the base of the higher buildings in the hive.

Nests are the decaying tombs of human civilization, layer upon layer, and Komi is just an insignificant little insect buried in these tombs.

Red Mining World, 88 Temporary Mobilization Corps.

The information flashed through my mind, and my drowsy brain began to clear up, and the sounds coming through my ears became clearer.

Gunfire, screams, roars, and curses mingled together, like heavy drumsticks pounding on the somewhat bewildered drumhead of Komi.

I've been transported to the Warhammer world.

Upon realizing this, Komi almost burst into tears, but the orc's roar forced him to quickly shift his focus from lamenting why he had transmigrated to Warhammer to figuring out how to survive.

He propped himself up from the pool of blood and looked around.

The gunner Ranko, who boasted of his unparalleled marksmanship, was long dead. His heavy logging gun, which he maintained three times a day, was now dead with him. Two crude bullets made by orcs shattered Ranko's shoulder, and another hit Ranko's chest, tearing out a lung and half of his heart from his back.

The trainee committee member Enho, who could easily overpower everyone with his fighting dagger, was also dead. The orc cleaved him in two with a single blow and casually tossed him into the makeshift defensive line. The half-dead corpse of the committee member stared straight at Gu Jian with unseeing eyes.

There were other living people in the trench, but they were poorly trained and armed, even worse than the orcs who attacked the area.

The caliber of the riot control automatic guns is pitifully small; it would be strange if they could actually kill orcs.

Unpainted bulletproof armor is thin and ill-fitting, either too big or too small. If it's too big, it's not a big problem; you can always pad it with some rags to make it hold up. But if it's too small, there's nothing you can do. The only thing you can do is hang the helmet on your waist to show that you're equipped.

Among a group of cowardly soldiers who were constantly fearing defeat at the hands of the orcs, only one figure stood out from the cannon fodder-like conscripts.

Sergeant Miyan, her purple eyes confirmed that she came from the more distant and legendary world of the Cardia Fortress.

Miyan's equipment was undoubtedly the best among the living: well-fitting armor, a gleaming melee longsword, and a family-inherited laser pistol that could never be produced in the Red Mining World.

Even amidst the cacophony of war, Komi could still hear the scorching, deadly killing intent of the laser pistol's soul in the bloody mud.

Miyan moved with incredible agility, much faster than the dark rats roaming the shadows of the hive. She unleashed a rapid barrage of fire beyond the defensive line, then shifted her position before the orcs' inaccurate, purely luck-based hail of bullets could reach her.

"Fight for the Emperor! You damned cowards! Dying in battle would at least give you some dignity! Do you want to die in an orc slave camp? To mine to death in a hopeless dark cave?"

Gu Jian didn't know how much effect Mi Yang's shouts had, but he was surprised and curious that Mi Yang, as an ordinary soldier, hadn't lost his voice from such intense yelling.

The orcs charged!

A desperate scream rang out, followed by the sickening sound of bullets shattering bodies.

The powerful orc almost completely blocked Miyan's view. His body was simply covered by armor made of tattered metal, and his ugly head was embedded with two bloodthirsty eyes, mercilessly linking Miyan's small head with the terrifying chainsaw axe in his hand.

"Hehehe...you little shrimp, you're actually quite capable?" the orc laughed, which was undoubtedly an intolerable insult to Mi Yang.

She shouted and charged forward in the name of the Emperor, firing her laser pistol at the orc's head, followed closely by a sharp blade.

"Your little 'biubiu' is really boring... my sound is much more exciting!" The orc curled his lip in disdain. He thought this laser pistol was really trash, not even worthy of shining his shoes. Under the orc's ridiculously powerful Waaagh Field, the laser pistol that Mi Yang could burn a hole through a person could only slightly burn the orc's skin. It was even less painful than the tattoo service provided by the Mad Doctor.

The long blade was knocked away by the orc's palm, and then a heavy foot stomped on Miyan's chest.

She suddenly exhaled, her body flying backward and landing in an empty ammunition box, unable to stand up for a long time.

She gritted her teeth, overcame the physical pain and stiffness with willpower, and forcefully pulled the grenade from her waist, determined to perish together with the orc in front of her.

Unfortunately, this heroic act seemed sluggish to the orc. He walked over and kicked her again, knocking away the grenade that held Miyan's hope and honor. She could only look up at the orc with a pale face, her eyes filled with anger and hatred, trying not to tarnish her reputation as a warrior and a loyal subject of the emperor.

"Boring." Seeing that Mi Yang was unable to resist, the orc curled his lips, his face showing obvious disappointment, as if he had found an interesting toy but discovered that the toy was extremely fragile.

The axe swung down mercilessly. Mi Yang closed his eyes, and all he could hear was the cruel sound of the axe tearing through the air.

Ding!

The sound of metal clashing was always so penetrating, jolting Mi Yang awake from her nightmare of death. She opened her eyes and saw only a sword...

No... that shouldn't be called a sword.

Thin, rusty, and rough, calling it a sword would be an insult to the name of a sword. This thing is just a piece of scrap iron that even orcs would look down on. Only the lowest-ranking bastards would eagerly put it away for self-defense.

So who is the owner of this sword?

Mi Yang continued reading and couldn't help but take a soft breath.

Ancient view.

Miyang had a deep memory of the unusual name, but she remembered even more Komi's terrible shooting skills. Even when the trainee comrade Enho put a pistol to Komi's head, this poor boy, who had gone from being a miner to a conscript, did not improve at all.

He eventually became a logistics soldier, responsible for carrying ammunition for other combat personnel or carrying the wounded to safety. In short, this was not an honorable position in the Imperial Army, and the supplies he received were naturally meager.

Looking at Komi's equipment, even Mi Yang couldn't help but smile. That helmet was so big it could be used as a pot, sticking out at an angle against his pale, thin face.

We're doomed... Mi Yang thought to herself, then she suddenly realized something.

Did Komi... block the orc's attack?

"Huh?" The orc whose attack was blocked was stunned. Half annoyed and half curious, he turned his head and saw Gu Jian, a skinny and weakling even thinner than Mi Yang, holding a piece of scrap iron and blocking his axe, standing beside him.

There was no fear in his eyes.

The orc who realized this in an instant was even more surprised. He had seen many small fry, but very few small fry wearing such clothes were not afraid of orcs.

According to the biggest Waaagh bosses in the camp: If you bastards want to fight, you must find those shrimps wearing peaked caps and black and red clothes. If you don't know what a peaked cap is, just listen to who shouts "Waaagh!" the loudest. Catch these shrimps and fight them head-on!

The orcs did as they were told, but the shrimp wearing a peaked hat named 'Stomach Shaker' did not meet their expectations. He was indeed very brave and his roar was very Waaagh, but his strength was really weak.

The shrimp was chopped to death in two swings of the axe. Frustrated, the orc kicked the corpse into the shrimp's den. Hearing the howling and wailing inside, he felt even more bored.

I brought my kid here to fight because the front lines were too crowded. By the time they could even find people, who knows when that would be? So I decided to take a shortcut, find some random guys on a side road, and have a fight to relieve my boredom.

Now, things seem to be a little different.

This little shrimp seems stronger than the other well-equipped little shrimp.

"Hehehe..." The orc grinned maliciously, and couldn't help but put more force into the axe in his hand. Komi's steps were also constantly shuffling backward because of this exchange.

He didn't seem to be afraid of the orc.

Koji remained calm, as if the person standing before him was not the powerful monster who had killed the committee member, but a harmless kitten.

Where did this change in mindset begin? Komi thought about it carefully and realized that it started when he grabbed a piece of scrap iron shaped like a long ruler as he struggled to get up and prepare to escape.

From that moment on, all the fear and unease he felt about the Warhammer world vanished. He no longer felt awe towards the muscular orcs before him, and instead looked forward to a thrilling battle.

This is a very complex experience that Komi couldn't quite grasp in a short time, but her body started moving before her brain could give any instructions.

He darted across the distance and blocked the orc's attack before the axe could cleave off Miyan's head.

To be able to block an orc, especially a strong orc, with a mortal body is nothing short of a fantasy; even the experienced Mi Yang wouldn't dare to dream of such a thing.

But now, Komi has done it.

Moreover, Komi felt that she could do even better.

Let's begin this first step in traversing the Warhammer universe by slaying the orcs before us.

From taking action to thinking to the orc's power-up, the time was less than a second, which makes one marvel at the speed of a highly active mind.

The moment the resistance on his hands increased, Koji leaped high into the air, and the orc's unstoppable sweeping attack grazed past the soles of Koji's feet.

Chapter 2: The Sword That Slayed the Orc

If one strike misses, there's always another. The orc's fighting talent is etched into his genes. He reacted immediately, throwing a fist bigger than a sandbag at Komi, who was airborne.

Komi couldn't move, but he could change his body shape using another method.

The longsword, resembling scrap metal, had already found a gap in the armor and was driven into the orc's body, but the muscles and bones prevented the scrap metal from going any further.

Komi raised his body before the fist came, and even the most aristocratic entertainers could not match his flexibility at that moment.

He stomped his feet hard on the bottom of the scrap metal, which sank deep into it, causing the orc great pain and propelling Koji backward.

"Aaaaaah!" the orc roared, never expecting to suffer such a great loss in the first encounter; his heart had been pierced by scrap metal.

Such an injury would have been fatal for a shrimp, but he was an orc, and even if he was disemboweled, he could still maintain a fighting strength that shrimp could not match.